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FADE IN:
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1 EXT. RURAL AFGHANISTAN - DAY 1
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FROM UP HIGH: a U.S. Military convoy worms through a barren
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vista. ROCK MUSIC swells as we drift down and enter the
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center Humvee.
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2 INT. HUMMER - CONTINUOUS 2
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Three Airmen, kids with battle-worn faces. Crammed in there
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with them is a Man in an expensive suit, who looks
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teleported from Beverly Hills.
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He is, of course, genius inventor and billionaire, TONY
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STARK. In his hand is a drink tumbler of vodka.
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TONY
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Oh, I get it. You guys aren’t
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allowed to talk. Is that it? Are
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you not allowed to talk?
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One Airman grins, fidgeting with his orange NY Mets watch.
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JIMMY
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No. We’re allowed to talk.
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TONY
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Oh. I see. So it’s personal.
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RAMIREZ
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I think they’re intimidated.
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TONY
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Good God, you’re a woman.
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The others try to compress laughs.
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TONY (CONT'D)
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I, honestly, I couldn’t have called
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that.
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(after silence)
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I would apologize, but isn’t that
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what we’re going for here? I saw
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you as a soldier first.
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JIMMY
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I have a question, sir.
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TONY
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2.
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Please.
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JIMMY
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Is it true you’re twelve for twelve
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with last years Maxim cover girls?
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TONY
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Excellent question. Yes and no.
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March and I had a schedule conflict
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but, thankfully, the Christmas
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cover was twins. Anyone else? You,
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with the hand up.
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PRATT
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It’s a little embarrassing.
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TONY
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Join the club.
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PRATT
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Can I take a picture with you?
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TONY
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Are you aware that Native Americans
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believe photographs steal a little
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piece of your soul?
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(then)
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Not to worry, mine’s long gone.
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Fire away.
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Pratt, excited, poses as another Airman snaps the photo. A
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second later A MASSIVE EXPLOSION rocks them.
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Through the windshield, the Humvee ahead of them erupts in
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a fireball.
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Tony is flung aside, and in the side-mirror The Humvee
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behind them EXPLODES.
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Pandemonium as The Airmen are instantly in battle mode.
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They scramble out, shutting Tony inside.
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3.
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PRATT
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STAY HERE!
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TONY’S POV - OF JIMMY: as he’s stitched by a bouncing Betty
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mine. Now, running past, firing a .50 cal. machine gun is -
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USAF Lt. Colonel JAMES “RHODEY” RHODES. He looks in.
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RHODEY
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GET DOWN, TONY. GET THE --
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An EXPLOSION cuts him off. Rhodey fires through the chaos,
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covering all directions, then advances into the murk.
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Another Hummer goes up in a fireball, and now --
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Tony’s window blows in, spraying glass and shrapnel. He
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scrambles for the door.
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3 EXT. TONY’S HUMVEE - SECONDS LATER 3
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Smoke. Machine gun fire. Tracers zip past. SHOUTING.
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Tony ducks, scampering along. He spots an M-16, picks it
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up, but the weapon is burning hot. He drops it, moves on
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when--
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Something PINGS off a smoldering Humvee and thuds in the
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dirt near him. He spins and we --
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SNAP ZOOM TO: an RPG, revealing its pedigree, “USM 11676 -
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STARK MUNITIONS.”
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Just as we suspect it’s a dud, it DETONATES and throws Tony
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back, shredding his suit and revealing his body armor
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underneath. Over the chatter of SMALL ARMS FIRE we --
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FADE TO WHITE:
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4 INT. INSURGENT CAVE - AFGHANISTAN - DAY 4
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4.
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Tony snaps awake. He’s tied to a chair, bloody rags
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covering his chest. Two Insurgents flank a DV camera.
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Behind Tony a line of armed hooded men and a banner showing
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ten interlocked rings. The Leader, a huge Choori knife in
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one hand, reads rhetoric (in Dari) for the camera.
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PUSH IN ON - THE DV CAMERA VIEWFINDER: until the image of a
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desperate Tony breaks up into pixel chaos.
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CUT TO:
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5 CREDITS OVER A FULL SCREEN FILM REEL 5
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The attack on Pearl Harbor. FDR gives an impassioned
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speech.
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NARRATOR (RHODEY’S VOICE)
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December 7, 1941: the day the world
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changed forever.
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President Roosevelt declares the
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United States will build fifty
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thousand planes to fight the armies
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of Hirohito and Hitler--
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S.S. Officers goose-step through Paris.
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NARRATOR
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Although no such capacity to build
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existed --
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1940s L.A., an unassuming hangar reads: “STARK INDUSTRIES.”
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NARRATOR
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Howard Stark, founder of the
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fledgling Stark Industries, answers
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his call to duty --
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A Young Howard Stark shakes FDR’s hand.
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NARRATOR
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And builds not fifty, but a hundred
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thousand planes.
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5.
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An airfield covered in B-29s. Stark bombers in flight,
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strewing bombs and paratroopers across the sky.
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NARRATOR
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Later, Stark’s work on the
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Manhattan project makes the end of
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the war possible.
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A mushroom cloud in the New Mexico desert. Howard Stark
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observes with Oppenheimer.
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NARRATOR
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Stark Industries would go on to
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contribute to every major weapons
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system through the Cold War --
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Korean War, B-52s, ICBMS, nuclear subs, F-16s launching
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from carriers. Howard Stark with Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon.
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NARRATOR
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But Howard Stark’s greatest
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achievement would come in 1973--
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President Ford, holding baby Tony, posing with Howard. Four
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year-old Tony building a massive building-block city.
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Howard and twelve year-old Tony assembling a hot-rod
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engine.
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NARRATOR
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From early on, it was clear that
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Tony Stark had a unique gift--
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Tony working on TURBINE ENGINES in a hangar full of F-18s.
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NARRATOR
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At seventeen he graduated summa cum
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laude from MIT. Four years later,
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tragedy would pass the Stark mantle
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from father to son--
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Howard’s funeral. Tony with Reagan, Bush Sr. and Clinton.
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6.
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NARRATOR
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The loss of a titan. But Tony did
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not let personal grief distract him
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from his duty --
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Tony cuts the ribbon on a brand new ARK REACTOR at Stark
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Industries West Coast HQ.
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NARRATOR
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At twenty-one, he became the
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youngest-ever CEO of a Fortune 500
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company. And with it came a new
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mandate --
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A laser-guided bomb hits its target.
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NARRATOR
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Smarter weapons, fewer casualties.
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A dedication to preserving life.
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A visual crescendo of America’s modern military might.
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NARRATOR
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Today Tony Stark’s ingenuity
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continues to protect freedom and
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American interest around the globe.
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A waving American flag superimposed with an Annie Liebowitz
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portrait of Tony. And as it fades out, APPLAUSE, then a
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light shines on a podium, revealing Lt. Colonel Rhodes.
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RHODEY
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As Program Manager and Liaison to
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Stark Industries, I’ve had the
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honor of serving with a real
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patriot, a man whose life has been
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dedicated to protecting our troops
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on the front lines. He’s a friend.
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And a great mentor. A man who has
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always been there for his friends
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and his country. Ladies and
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gentlemen, this year’s ARES Award
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winner -- Mr. Tony Stark.
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7.
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THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE. A spotlight fixes on Tony Stark or
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rather his empty chair. Applause wanes, lights fade up --
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6 INT. BALLROOM - CAESAR’S PALACE - LAS VEGAS - NIGHT 6
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Military brass, politicians, movers and shakers. Heads
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swivel and MURMUR, where’s Tony?
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OBADIAH STANE (50s), CFO of Stark Industries, regards the
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empty chair. He makes his way to the podium. Awkward.
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OBADIAH
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Thank you-- I, uhhh, I’m not Tony
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Stark, but if I were Tony, I’d tell
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you how honored I am and-- what a
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joy it is to receive this award.
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(then)
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The best thing about Tony is
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also the worst thing, he’s always
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working.
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SMASH CUT TO:
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7 INT. CASINO - CAESARS PALACE - NIGHT 7
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Tony plays craps, a crowd erupting as they all win big.
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Chips pile up. Tony’s flanked on both sides by lucky
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ladies.
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In between rolls, he whispers into one Woman’s ear --
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TONY
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--you think we’re having a ‘moment’
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here, but this is actually the
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logical conclusion of several
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mathematical truisms. Your
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hypothalamus is flooding your
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system with a chain of proteins
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called peptides, so that every cell
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in your body is opening itself up
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to the happy chemical: oxytocin.
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8.
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WOMAN
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(seriously turned on)
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That’s-- wow--
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TONY
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Hold on a second --
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He rolls again. The table is hot. More cheers.
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TONY
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-- so now your limbic system is
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positively throbbing. A Kirlian
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photograph of us right now,
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occupying this space, would show
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serious subatomic particles being
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exchanged between us, with a
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rapidity that transcends--
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(then)
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Are you getting this? You will be
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quizzed --
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And now he sees Rhodey pulling up, glowering.
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TONY
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My God, what are you, they roped
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you into this thing too?
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RHODEY
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Yeah. They said you’d be deeply
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honored if I presented.
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TONY
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Okay, let’s do it.
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Rhodey plops the ARES statue down on the felt.
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TONY
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That was quick. Thought there’d be
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more of, you know, a ceremony.
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Maybe a highlight reel --
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Tony shakes karma into the dice, rolls again. He craps out.
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Groans from the table, everyone staring at Rhodey the
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“cooler”.
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TONY
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(to the Boxman)
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Colore me up.
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(turns others)
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My chaperone has just arrived with
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my --
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(holding the ARES)
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-- Degenerate of the Year Award.
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Judging from his look, I may have
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just peed in the kiddie pool.
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The Boxman racks up Tony’s chips.
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TONY
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I must now take my ease, along with
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the House’s funds.
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He’s handed racks of chips, then tips the table Operators
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and heads off with Rhodey. Two hotel Security Guards fall
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in behind. As they meander past tables --
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People gawk, snap photos of Tony with their phones.
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RHODEY
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A lot of people would kill to have
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their name on that award.
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TONY
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It belongs to my old man. They
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should have given it to him.
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RHODEY
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What’s wrong with you? A thousand
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people came here tonight to honor
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you, and you leave them with egg on
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their face. This award means
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something, Tony, it’s bigger than
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you --
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10.
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TONY
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Hold that thought a sec.
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He’s stopped in front of a roulette wheel. Puts all his
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chips down on, nods to wheel operator.
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TONY
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Put it all on black. Don’t worry --
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it’s approved.
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The Wheel Operator spins.
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CLOSE ON - ROULETTE WHEEL: the ball finally settling on
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red.
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The Dealer scoops away Tony’s chips.
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RHODEY
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--you just blew three million.
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TONY
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Yeah. Don’t know what was more
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exciting -- winning it-- or the
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fact that I don’t care I just lost
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it.
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RHODEY
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Everything’s funny to you.
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TONY
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No. You’re not funny.
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RHODEY
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We’ve got a hell of a day tomorrow.
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Can we get out of here now?
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TONY
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One more stop.
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CUT TO:
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B8 INT. BATHROOMS - CAESARS PALACE - NIGHT B8
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An empty palatial bathroom. Tony’s in the stall on his
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throne. Rhodey splashes his face by the mirrors.
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TONY
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(IN STALL)
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Of course I respect your opinion.
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RHODEY
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This is no joke. You’re going into
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a hot zone. We should be doing this
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test here in Nevada.
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TONY
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(IN STALL)
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This system has to be demonstrated
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in true field conditions.
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The Bathroom door swings open and VIRGINIA “PEPPER” POTTS
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enters, Tony’s sexy and very capable assistant.
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PEPPER
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Tony, it’s the President. Wants to
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congratulate you personally. Heads
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up.
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She tosses the cellphone over the top of the stall. All
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very routine. Rhodey listens to Tony talk, shaking his
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head.
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TONY
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((IN STALL))
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12.
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Jim, how’re the trout running?
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Yeah, sitting on top of the world
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here. Working on my masterpiece --
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A MINUTE LATER
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Tony washes up. As they leave, Rhodey drops money in the
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absent Attendant’s tip basket. Tony adds the ARES statue to
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the basket and follows Rhodey out.
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9 INT. CASINO FLOOR - CAESAR’S PALACE - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 9
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Hotel Guards have patrons cordoned outside the bathroom. We
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PICK UP Tony and Pepper in mid walk-and-talk.
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PEPPER
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You’re leaving the country for a
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week. I need five minutes --
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TONY
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Okay -- shoot.
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10 EXT. CAESAR’S PALACE - NIGHT 10
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Tony heads for his waiting limo, the entourage hanging
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back.
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PEPPER
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(checking her tablet PC)
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The Board meeting is on the
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eleventh. Should I tell them to
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expect an appearance--?
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WOMAN’S VOICE (O.S.)
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Mr. Stark!
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Tony turns, spots CHRISTINE EVERHART, a hot young Reporter
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holding a recorder. Security keeps her at bay.
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13.
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CHRISTINE
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Christine Everhart, Vanity Fair
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Magazine. Can I ask you a few
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questions?
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TONY
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Can I ask a few back?
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She gives him a disarming smile. Tony waves at Security to
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let her through. Pepper shakes her head, then takes a call.
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CHRISTINE
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You’ve been described as a Da Vinci
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for our times. What do you say to
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that?
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TONY
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Ridiculous. I don’t paint.
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CHRISTINE
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And what do you say to your other
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nickname: “The Merchant of Death?”
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TONY
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That’s not bad --
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Her gaze is suddenly cold.
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TONY
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Let me guess. Berkeley?
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CHRISTINE
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Brown.
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TONY
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14.
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Well Miss Brown, it’s an imperfect
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world and I assure you, the day
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weapons are no longer needed to
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keep the peace, I’ll start
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manufacturing bricks and beams to
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make baby hospitals.
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CHRISTINE
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Rehearse that much, Mr. Stark?
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TONY
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Every night in front of the mirror.
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Call me Tony.
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CHRISTINE
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I’m sorry, “Tony”, I was hoping for
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a serious answer.
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TONY
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Here’s serious: my old man had a
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philosophy: peace means having a
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bigger stick than the other guy.
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CHRISTINE
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Good line, coming from the guy
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selling the sticks.
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TONY
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My father helped defeat Hitler. He
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was on the Manhattan Project. A lot
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of people including your professors
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at Brown might call that being a
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hero.
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CHRISTINE
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Others might call it war-
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profiteering.
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15.
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Tony has to smile, this gal is relentless.
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TONY
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Tell me: do you plan to report on
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the millions we’ve saved by
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advancing medical technology? Or
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kept from starving with our inteli-
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crops? All were breakthroughs
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spawned from, that’s right,
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military funding.
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CHRISTINE
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Wow. You ever lose an hour of sleep
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your whole life?
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He regards her in earnest, then off her drop-dead look we -
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SMASH CUT TO:
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11 INT. TONY’S BEDROOM - STARK ESTATE - NIGHT 11
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Christine and Tony, half naked, crashing about. She’s the
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one attacking. They flop out of frame.
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12 INT. TONY’S BEDROOM - MORNING 12
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A clock changing from “5:59AM” to 6:00”. Christine awakens
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alone, as the room begins to transform.
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Darkened windows turn translucent, admitting light.
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She rises, startled by the TV flickering alive as she
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passes it. She looks out the window -- hell of a view.
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REVERSE ANGLE - OUTSIDE WINDOW.
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As we PULL AWAY and establish Tony’s estate, perched
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impossibly on the cliffs above the Pacific.
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BACK TO:
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13 INT. TONY’S BEDROOM - SAME TIME 13
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Christine pads over to the closet, tries to open it.
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JARVIS (O.S.)
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I’m sorry, Miss Everhart, you are
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not authorized to access that area.
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She jumps, freaked out, grabs for Tony’s shirt on the floor
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and covers herself. Just then Pepper enters, holding dry-
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cleaned clothes in plastic.
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PEPPER
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(re: the voice)
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Don’t worry, that’s Jarvis -- he
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runs the house. Jarvis: de-
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activate security.
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Pepper eyes Tony’s oversized shirt on Christine.
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PEPPER
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Here, your clothes cleaned and
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pressed. Anything else I can get
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you?
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CHRISTINE
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Look, Tony wanted me to stay for
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breakfast, but I’ve got to get a
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jump on the day. Call me a cab,
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would you?
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PEPPER
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Cab’s waiting outside.
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A beat, then --
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CHRISTINE
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And a coffee, hon. Black. One
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Splenda.
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17.
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PEPPER
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(smiling sweetly)
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Should I tell Mr. Stark you were
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satisfied with the interview?
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14 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - MORNING 14
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It’s like the chaos inside Tony’s head, ultra-modern drones
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and missile parts, sports cars and long-abandoned
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prototypes.
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Framed photos of Tony and his Dad working on a classic ‘32
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Ford. MUSIC drifts from an old Wurlitzer.
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We drift past: screens containing various CAD images of a
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flathead engine, and finally we find --
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Tony, in suit-slacks and an undershirt, grimy from working
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on the same ‘32 Ford as in the photo. Pepper enters holding
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her PDA.
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PEPPER
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You still owe me five minutes--
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TONY
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Five? I’ll need a bit longer than
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that --
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PEPPER
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Focus. I need to leave on time
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today.
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TONY
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You’re rushing me. What, you have
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plans tonight?
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PEPPER
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The MIT commencement. Yes or no?
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18.
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TONY
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Maybe. Tell me your plans.
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PEPPER
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I’ll tell them ‘yes’. You want to
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buy the Jackson Pollock? He’s got
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another buyer in the wings --
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TONY
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What’s it look like?
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TONY
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It’s a minor work in his later
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Spring Period, it’s ludicrously
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over-priced--
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TONY
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Buy it.
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She’s interrupted by her phone and taps her bluetooth
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headset. Listens.
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PEPPER
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He left an hour ago. Okay. (hangs
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up) It’s Rhodey again.
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TONY
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You have plans, don’t you --?
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PEPPER
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I’m allowed to have plans on my
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birthday.
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TONY
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19.
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It’s your birthday again?
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PEPPER
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Yep. Funny, same day as last year.
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TONY
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Well, get yourself something from
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me. Something nice.
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PEPPER
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Already did.
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TONY
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And?
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PEPPER
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It was very tasteful, very elegant.
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Thank you, Mr. Stark.
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TONY
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You’re welcome, Miss Potts.
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15 EXT. STARK AVIATION HANGAR - SANTA MONICA AIRPORT - DAY 15
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Rhodey, in uniform, paces talking on a cellphone. Behind
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him a parked Boeing Business Jet reading: STARK
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INTERNATIONAL, “TOMORROW TODAY.” A GROWING RUMBLE and
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Rhodey turns to see a Saleen S7 roaring up, stopping short
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of him.
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Seconds later a Rolls limo arrives. Tony’s chauffeur HOGAN
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pops the trunk and takes out: a single overnight suitcase.
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The Saleen’s scissor-doors open, Tony jumps out.
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He heads for the Boeing, right past Rhodey.
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20.
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TONY
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Sorry, pal, car trouble.
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16 INT. TONY’S PLANE - PARKED - DAY 16
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Rhodey, steaming, settles into his seat.
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RHODEY
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I was standing out there three
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hours, what the hell --?
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TONY
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I had car trouble.
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A hot Flight Attendant holds out steamy towels with thongs.
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TONY
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Thanks, maybe later.
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Rhodey grabs a towel. The WHINE of ENGINES build.
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17 INT. TONY’S PLANE - FLYING - DAY 17
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A Flight Attendant stops by their seats.
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ATTENDANT
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Would you like a drink, Mr. Stark?
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TONY
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Two fingers of Laphroig.
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(to Rhodey)
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You want one?
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RHODEY
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We’re working.
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21.
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TONY
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You should have a drink. We’ve got
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a twelve hour flight ahead of us.
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RHODEY
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It’s two in the afternoon.
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TONY
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It’s two in the morning where we’re
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going. C’mon, ten hours “bottle to
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throttle --”
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RHODEY
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Don’t start with me.
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TONY
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Jeez, we’re not getting hammered.
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Just a nightcap. We’ll sleep
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better, arrive fresh. It’s the
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responsible thing to do.
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I don’t know about you, but I want
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to sell some weapons.
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Off Rhodey’s stoic look, we --
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SMASH CUT TO:
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18 INT. TONY’S PLANE - FLYING - NIGHT 18
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MUSIC blares. Tony and Rhodey sip drinks, comfortably numb
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and oblivious to the flight attendants dancing next to
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them.
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RHODEY
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(a few drinks in)
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22.
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You don’t get it. I don’t work for
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the military because they paid for
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my education, or my father’s
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education. Don’t cheapen it like
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that.
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TONY
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All I said was, with your smarts,
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your engineering background, you
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could write your own ticket in the
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private sector -- on top of which,
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you wouldn’t have to wear that
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‘straight-jacket’.
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RHODEY
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‘Straight-jacket’? This uniform
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means something. A chance to make a
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difference. You don’t respect that,
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because you don’t understand.
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TONY
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(motions with a nod)
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See that one? Her I understand.
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Croatian. Hot-blooded, I’m serious.
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Must be those winters in Zagreb --
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RHODEY
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You’re not listening to a word I’m
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saying.
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TONY
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I am listening. I’m changing the
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subject. It’s the same litany,
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every time you’ve had a thimble of
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alcohol. Drink One: reflections on
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the New American Century and
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related topics --
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RHODEY
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Something’s seriously wrong with
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you, man.
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23.
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TONY
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Drink 2: a history of World War II
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and the Tuskeegee Flyers. Drink 3--
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RHODEY
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You know, hell with you. I’m not
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talking to you anymore.
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He undoes his seatbelt, rises, looking for somewhere else
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to sit.
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TONY
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Go hang with the pilot. You’ll get
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along, he’s got a personality just
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like yours.
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RHODEY
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I will.
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Rhodey heads to the cockpit and opens the door.
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RHODEY’S POV - THE COCKPIT
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Two empty pilot chairs, a fully-automated flight system.
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As Rhodey returns to his seat.
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RHODEY
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That’s funny.
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TONY
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You could tell?
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19 EXT. BAGRAM AFB - AFGHANISTAN - DAY 19
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Tony exits the plane, fresh, fired up to greet the waiting
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brass. He shakes hands. Then --
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24.
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Rhodey appears dressed in ABUs. He’s weary, squinting at
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the stinging sun. Pulls his sunglasses down over bleary
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eyes.
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Three JERICHO MISSILES on a ‘flatbed’ (which have been
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unloaded from a military jet in the b.g.) are brought under
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heavy guard to a waiting convoy.
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The CHATTER of MACHINE GUN fire and we --
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CUT TO:
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20 EXT. DESERT TEST SITE - AFGHANISTAN - DAY 20
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Tony firing a N.R.F. 425 MACHINE GUN.
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Generals sit on folding chairs behind a safe-zone of Hescos
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and sand-bags. Afghani soldiers and SF (Air Force security)
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men patrol the perimeter.
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Tony puts the N.R.F. 425 gun down next to other weapons. He
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struts before the Generals like a carnival barker.
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TONY
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The age old question: is it better
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to be feared or respected? I say,
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is it too much to ask for both?
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He nods at the Jericho Missile, on a mobile launcher.
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TONY
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With that in mind, I humbly present
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the crown jewel of Stark Industries
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Freedom Line. It’s the first
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missile system to incorporate my
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proprietary Repulsor Technology.
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They say the best weapon is one you
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never have to fire. I prefer the
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one you only have to fire once...
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The Jericho ROARS into the sky from a mobile launcher.
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TONY
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That’s how dad did it, it’s how
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America does it, and so far its
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worked out pretty well.
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25.
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Find an excuse to fire off one of
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these and I personally guarantee
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the enemy is not gonna want to
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leave their caves.
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FLASH TO: the Jericho, as it divides from a single missile,
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into scores of mini-missiles.
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ANGLE - ON TONY
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A row of majestic peaks behind him. He raises his arms.
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TONY
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For your consideration, the
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Jericho--
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The mountains behind his outstretched hands explode.
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The shock-wave washes over Tony, blanking him with dust.
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REVERSE ANGLE
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As the shock-wave erases the observing Generals with dust.
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TONY
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Now there’s one last creation I
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haven’t shown anyone yet. You might
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be interested--
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He opens a large silver case. Ice-smoke curls out, then --
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A bottle appears. Drink glasses. As Tony pours the Generals
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and Afghani military officials exchange awkward glances.
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TONY
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(raises his glass)
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To peace, gentlemen and with every
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five hundred million, I’ll throw in
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a free one of these.
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21 EXT. DESERT TEST SITE - DAY 21
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The Generals board their Humvees and depart to the East.
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26.
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Tony and Rhodey walk to their convoy of waiting Humvees,
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pointing West. Tony gets Obadiah Stane on his video-phone.
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TONY
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Hey, what are you doing up?
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OBADIAH
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Sleeping. How did it go?
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TONY
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I think we got an early Christmas
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coming.
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OBADIAH
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Sounds good.
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TONY
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Hey, why aren’t you wearing the PJs
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I got you?
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OBADIAH
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I don’t do monograms. I’m hanging
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up now, bye-bye.
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Stane hangs up.
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TONY
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All right, who wants to ride with
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me? Jimmy?
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JIMMY
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(psyched)
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Me?
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Jazzed, Jimmy and the others jump into the lead Humvee. As
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Rhodey approaches --
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27.
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TONY
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Sorry, Rhodey, no room for my
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conscience in here. Or that hang-
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dog look.
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(raising his glass)
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See you back at base.
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Rhodey shakes his head, and heads for a different Humvee.
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ROCK MUSIC is cranked up on a boom-box. And as Tony’s door
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slams shut.
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SMASH CUT TO:
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22 INT. CRUDE OPERATING ROOM - CAVE - AFGHANISTAN - NIGHT 22
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Nightmarish. GARBLED VOICES. Stabbing lights. Tony thrashes
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against a restraining belt.
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Impressionistic glimpses: a red scalpel. Blood-spattered
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hands. Tony’s heaving chest. A boilerplate.
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TONY’S POV: YINSEN (60s), looks down on us, performing the
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“operation”. He yells to someone in Arabic, and --
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Tony is held down, a chloroform rag is pressed to his face.
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23 INT. LAB - CAVE - DAY 23
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Tony flickers awake, disoriented. A tube protrudes from his
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nose. He sees --
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Yinsen, humming a tune as he shaves by a broken mirror. But
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more importantly right now --
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There is a jug of water on the table.
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Tony tries to speak, can’t. It’s the damn nasal tube. He
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pulls at it, gagging as two of feet of tubing slithers from
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his nose.
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TONY
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(hoarse whisper)
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--water-- water.
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28.
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Yinsen keeps humming. Tony yanks the IV from his arm and
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stretches for the water, but is stopped by a wire, under
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his chest bandages, snapping taut.
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YINSEN
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I wouldn’t do that if I were you.
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Tony follows the wire with his eyes and finds, to his
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horror, that it’s hooked up to a car battery.
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He starts clawing at his chest bandages. Yinsen turns.
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Tony sees his ugly chest wound. It’s too much. He swoons.
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24 INT. LAB - CAVE - HOURS LATER - DAY 24
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Yinsen stirs a bubbling pot on the furnace. He flicks
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glances at Tony, waking up on the cot.
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Tony eyes the bulky chest-piece protruding from his fresh
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bandages.
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TONY
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What have you done to me?
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YINSEN
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What did I do? I removed what I
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could, but there’s a lot left
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headed for you atrial septum. Do
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you want a souvenir?
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He tosses Tony a jar with scores of bloody Christmas tree-
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like barbs. Tony regards the ‘shrapnel’ he owns the patent
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to, and lets the jar drop.
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YINSEN
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29.
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I’ve seen many wounds like this in
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my village. The walking dead we
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called them, because it took a week
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for the barbs to reach vital
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organs. I anchored a magnetic
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suspension system to the plate.
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It’s holding the shrapnel in place
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at least for now.
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Tony struggles up, sits on the cot and notices something --
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TONY’S POV: a surveillance camera on the cave wall.
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YINSEN
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That’s right, smile. (then) We met
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once -- at a technical conference
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in Bern.
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TONY
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I don’t remember.
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YINSEN
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You wouldn’t. If I’d been that
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drunk, I wouldn’t have been able to
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stand, much less give a talk on
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integrated circuits.
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TONY
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Where are we --?
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The door-slat flies opens and a pair of dark eyes stare in.
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Yinsen drops his spoon, puts his hands on his head.
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YINSEN
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Stand up! Do as I do. Now!
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Tony gets to his feet, can’t gets his hands up. Yinsen
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helps him.
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YINSEN
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30.
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Listen to me, whatever they ask
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you, refuse. You understand? You
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must refuse.
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The door opens and ABU BAKAR enters with two armed Henchmen
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(Ahmed and Omar). On Ahmed’s wrist, Tony notices --
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Jimmy’s bright orange METS watch (from the convoy earlier).
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ABU
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(in Arabic)
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Welcome Tony Stark, the greatest
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mass murderer in the history of
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America. It’s a great honor.
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YINSEN
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(translating for Abu)
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He says welcome Tony Stark, the
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greatest mass murderer in the
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history of America. He is very
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honored.
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Abu looks Tony up and down like a prize horse, then --
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ABU
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(in Arabic)
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I want you to build this for me --
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the Jericho missile you were
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demonstrating.
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Abu holds out a photo: a surveillance image of the Jericho
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Missile launch.
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YINSEN
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(translation)
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You will build for him Jericho
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missile you were demonstrating.
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TONY
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--I refuse.
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31.
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Yinsen backhands Tony across the face, goes ballistic --
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YINSEN
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You refuse? You will do everything
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he says. This is the great Abu
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Bakar. You’re alive only because of
|
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his generosity. You are nothing.
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NOTHING. He offers you his
|
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hospitality, and you answer only
|
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with insolence He will not be
|
|
refused. You will die in a pool of
|
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your own blood.
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Abu, spooning down Yinsen’s food, throws a look of smug
|
|
satisfaction. He heads out. The door slams shut.
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YINSEN
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Perfect. You did very well, Stark.
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Tony is utterly perplexed.
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YINSEN
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Good, I think they’re starting to
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trust me.
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Yinsen returns to cooking.
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YINSEN
|
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Well, that’s the end of my plan.
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25 INT. LAB - CAVE - DAY 25
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Tony is jostled awake by Abu’s Henchmen, wrestling a hood
|
|
over his head. He struggles as he’s pulled to his feet.
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26 INT. TUNNEL - CAVE - DAY 26
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TONY’S POV - THROUGH HOOD: approaching the tunnel opening.
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32.
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27 EXT. CAVE COMPLEX - MINUTES LATER - DAY 27
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CLOSE ON - TONY: the hood is yanked off his head. He
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|
squints into the stinging daylight, his expression turning
|
|
to shock.
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|
In a bowl of tall mountains, camouflaged tarps are furled,
|
|
revealing skids upon skids of Stark Industries weapons
|
|
dating back to 80s Afghanistan.
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|
VARIOUS SHOTS - OF CRATES: the STARK INTERNATIONAL
|
|
MUNITIONS logos. Some faded, some new.
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|
Tony, stunned, staggers along the crates. Yinsen follows.
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YINSEN
|
|
Quite a collection, isn’t it?
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TONY
|
|
How did they get all this?
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ABU YINSEN
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(in Arabic)
|
|
(translation)
|
|
As you see, we have As you can see,
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they have everything you need to
|
|
build everything you need to build
|
|
the Jericho. You will make a the
|
|
Jericho. He says make a list of
|
|
materials and start list of
|
|
materials. You will work right
|
|
away. When we are start work right
|
|
away and done we will set you free.
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|
When you are done he will set you
|
|
free.
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|
Tony sees a heavily armed and imposing man surrounded by
|
|
several men, who act as pilot fish around him. This is
|
|
Warlord RAZA, a man you don’t mess with.
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TONY
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|
No he won’t
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YINSEN
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|
--no he won’t.
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33.
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28 EXT. AMBUSH SITE - AFGHANISTAN - DAYS LATER - DAY 28
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|
Cold charred wreckage. Rhodey, GENERAL GABRIEL (50s) and a
|
|
team of SF men assess the remains of Tony’s convoy.
|
|
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|
RHODEY
|
|
Something’s not right.
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GABRIEL
|
|
Looks like a standard hit and run.
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RHODEY
|
|
Sir, I’m telling you, this was a
|
|
snatch and grab. A perfectly
|
|
executed linear ambush. As soon as
|
|
they got what they wanted, they
|
|
melted away.
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GABRIEL
|
|
Intel’s on it, we’re in good hands.
|
|
If he’s out there, we’ll get him.
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|
It hangs there, then --
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RHODEY
|
|
With your permission I’d like to
|
|
stay in theater and head up the
|
|
search and investigation.
|
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GABRIEL
|
|
There’s a PR firestorm brewing over
|
|
this. Right now the best way to
|
|
serve your country is to get back
|
|
there and handle it.
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RHODEY
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34.
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|
|
Tony Stark is the DOD’s number one
|
|
intellectual asset, and I can be of
|
|
value in the field.
|
|
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GABRIEL
|
|
Duly noted, but we need you back
|
|
home.
|
|
(walks away, then)
|
|
Colonel, it’s not lost on me that
|
|
Stark is a lifelong friend.
|
|
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|
|
Rhodey nods and heads for his Humvee as things are packed
|
|
up.
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29 INT. LAB - CAVE - DAYS LATER - DAY 29
|
|
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|
Dark. Tony sits in a wheelbarrow by the furnace, wrapped in
|
|
an Army surplus blanket. Yinsen looms over him.
|
|
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|
YINSEN
|
|
I’m sure they’re looking for you,
|
|
Stark, but they will never find you
|
|
here.
|
|
(then)
|
|
That car battery is running out and
|
|
they won’t turn on the generator
|
|
till you start to work.
|
|
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|
|
Silence.
|
|
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|
YINSEN
|
|
You don’t like what you saw out
|
|
there, did you? I didn’t like it
|
|
either when those weapons destroyed
|
|
my village.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
What you just saw, that’s your
|
|
legacy -- your life’s work in the
|
|
hands of these murderers. Is that
|
|
how you want to go out? Is this the
|
|
last act of defiance of the great
|
|
Tony Stark? Or are you going to try
|
|
to do something about it?
|
|
35.
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TONY
|
|
Why should I do anything, they’re
|
|
either going to kill me or I’m
|
|
going to die in a week.
|
|
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YINSEN
|
|
Then this is a very important week
|
|
for you.
|
|
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|
30 INT. LAB - CAVE - DAY 30
|
|
|
|
The lights come on as the generator is started. Abu is
|
|
flanked by Ahmed and several Guards. He watches as Omar
|
|
refuels the generator, then walks the gas can to a ‘cage’,
|
|
housing a fuel drum, and locks that down too.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Okay, here’s what I need.
|
|
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|
|
Tony paces, barking what he needs done while more of Abu’s
|
|
Guards carry in missiles and materials. Yinsen follows,
|
|
translating as Tony assesses his work area.
|
|
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|
TONY - YINSEN
|
|
(in Arabic)
|
|
S-Category missiles. Lot 7043. The
|
|
S-30 explosive S-Category missiles.
|
|
Lot tritonal. And a dozen of the
|
|
7043. The S-30 explosive S-76.
|
|
Mortars: M-Category tritonal. And a
|
|
dozen of the Abu’s men dart
|
|
about.This area free of clutter,
|
|
36.
|
|
|
|
|
|
with good light. I want it-- this
|
|
area free of clutter, at 12 o’clock
|
|
to the door to with good light. He
|
|
wants it avoid logjams. I need at
|
|
12 o’clock to the door to welding
|
|
gear -- acetelyene or avoid
|
|
logjams. He needs propane, helmets,
|
|
a soldering welding gear --
|
|
acetylene or set-up with goggles,
|
|
and propane, helmets, a soldering
|
|
smelting cups. Two full sets set-up
|
|
with goggles, and of precision
|
|
tools. smelting cups. Two full sets
|
|
of precision tools.
|
|
|
|
Abu getting exasperated by the never-ending list.
|
|
|
|
TONY - YINSEN
|
|
Finally, I want: three pairs
|
|
Finally, he needs: three of tube
|
|
socks, white, a pairs of tube
|
|
socks, white, a toothbrush, protein
|
|
powder, toothbrush, protein powder,
|
|
spices, sugar, five pounds of
|
|
spices, sugar, five pounds of tea,
|
|
cards,
|
|
(thinks, then)
|
|
tea, and some playing cards. And a
|
|
washing machine.
|
|
(pauses)
|
|
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|
|
And a washing load. machine. Top
|
|
load.
|
|
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|
|
Abu’s eye bulge. He gets in Tony’s face.
|
|
|
|
ABU
|
|
(in Arabic)
|
|
A WASHING MACHINE? DOES HE THINK
|
|
I’M A FOOL?
|
|
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|
TONY
|
|
(to Abu)
|
|
Must have everything. Great Satan
|
|
make big boom-kill for powerful Abu
|
|
Bakar. Big boom-kill.
|
|
37.
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|
31 INT. LAB - CAVE - NEXT DAY - DAY 31
|
|
|
|
Tony pulls open a missile-housing and removes a glass ring
|
|
from the inner workings of its guts. Then --
|
|
|
|
He leads Yinsen up to a large missile crate. They remove
|
|
the chip-rack cylinder from a larger warhead.
|
|
|
|
YINSEN
|
|
You do know they’ve removed all the
|
|
explosives before they brought this
|
|
to us.
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
I know, they’re crazy not stupid.
|
|
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|
|
Tony walks the heavy chip-rack to the work-bench and
|
|
removes a tiny palladium strip.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
This is what we’re looking for. I
|
|
need eleven of these.
|
|
|
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YINSEN
|
|
Eleven?
|
|
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E32 INT. LAB - CAVE - LATER - DAY E32
|
|
|
|
SHOT OF: Yinsen removes chip-rack cylinders, bringing them
|
|
to Tony. Tony extracts palladium strips.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Heat the palladium to 1825 Kelvin.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
YINSEN
|
|
(at furnace)
|
|
How will I know when it reaches
|
|
that temperature?
|
|
38.
|
|
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TONY
|
|
The palladium will melt.
|
|
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|
|
LATER:
|
|
|
|
INSERT OF: Tony wraps a copper coil around the glass ring.
|
|
|
|
INSERT OF: Tony drops palladium strips into a crucible on
|
|
the fire.
|
|
|
|
INSERT OF: Tony sculpts a sand-mold for the palladium ring.
|
|
|
|
LATER:
|
|
|
|
SHOT OF: Yinsen bringing the crucible of melted palladium
|
|
to Tony.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Careful, careful--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
YINSEN
|
|
Relax. I always had steady hands.
|
|
It’s why you’re still alive.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Oh yeah, thanks. What do I call
|
|
you?
|
|
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|
YINSEN
|
|
My name is Yinsen.
|
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|
TONY
|
|
Nice to meet you.
|
|
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|
YINSEN
|
|
Nice to meet you too.
|
|
39.
|
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|
|
|
LATER:
|
|
|
|
SHOT OF: Tony lifts the palladium ring out of the mold with
|
|
a tweezer.
|
|
|
|
YINSEN
|
|
What are you building?
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
A better mousetrap.
|
|
|
|
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|
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|
|
33 INT. LAB - CAVE - DAY 33
|
|
|
|
Tony plugs a cable into the generator.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
What are you shaving for? We’re
|
|
almost done.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
YINSEN
|
|
(taking his time shaving)
|
|
Look like an animal, and soon
|
|
you’ll start behaving like one.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony throws a generator switch. The lights go up and down.
|
|
|
|
INSERT SHOT OF: the finished RT device, wired to the
|
|
generator cable, beginning to glow on the workbench.
|
|
|
|
Yinsen wipes his face, and trails Tony to the workbench. He
|
|
undoes the wires, holding up the glowing RT device.
|
|
|
|
YINSEN
|
|
That doesn’t look like a Jericho
|
|
missile.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
That’s because it’s a miniature ARK
|
|
reactor. It should suspend the
|
|
shrapnel in my chest and keep it
|
|
from entering my heart.
|
|
40.
|
|
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|
|
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|
|
YINSEN
|
|
What an original invention.
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Yeah, but this one is going to last
|
|
a bit longer than a week.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
YINSEN
|
|
It’s pretty small, what can it
|
|
generate?
|
|
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|
TONY
|
|
Three gigajoules -- per second.
|
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|
|
Yinsen marvels.
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|
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|
YINSEN
|
|
That could run your heart for fifty
|
|
lifetimes.
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TONY
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Or something very big for fifteen
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minutes.
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Their eyes meet a moment, then --
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TONY
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Let’s put it in.
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34 INT. RAZA’S CONTROL ROOM - CAVE - HOURS LATER - DAY 34
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PUSH IN - MONITOR: Tony lying on a workbench, Yinsen
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craning over him.
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41.
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PUSH IN - ON: Raza, watching as he spoons peanut-butter
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from a military airdrop care-package.
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35 INT. TONY’S OFFICE - STARK INTERNATIONAL - DAY 35
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Pepper enters and is surprised to see Obadiah sitting
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behind Tony’s desk, head in his hands.
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OBADIAH
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Sorry, did I startle you?
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PEPPER
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A little--
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He watches as Pepper swaps yesterday’s unread L.A. Times
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and Wall Street Journal with today’s. Her little vigil.
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Stane rises, gazes out the windows at the vast Stark
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compound. Pepper comes up behind him.
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OBADIAH
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This was a bad idea, I should never
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have let him go over there--
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He starts to break down. She touches his shoulder.
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PEPPER
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Hey, hey-- we’ve got to be strong,
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he’s going to be okay.
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He composes himself, nods.
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CUT TO:
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36 INT. LAB - CAVE - WEEKS LATER - DAY 36
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CLOSE ON - TONY’S OLD CAR BATTERY: we follow the wires and
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end on the bloody chest plate, no longer in Tony’s chest.
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42.
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INSERT - TRACKING SHOT: of new set dressing, revealing that
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time has passed and ‘missile’ components have progressed
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(we see jig).
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We find Tony, bearded and filthy now, cutting metal flat-
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stock with a torch. His shirt is cracked open, revealing
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the glowing RT device in his chest. He snuffs the torch,
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looks over his shoulder at --
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Yinsen concentrating on building a backgammon board.
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Tony secretly begins filling a cylinder with gas from the
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torch.
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YINSEN
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(flicks a glance at Tony)
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Stark, tell me what you’re doing,
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and I’ll tell you what I’m doing.
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TONY
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Looks to me like you’re making a
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crappy backgammon board.
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YINSEN
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Crappy? This is Lebanese cedar.
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TONY
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Is that where you’re from, Lebanon?
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YINSEN
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I’m impressed you even know what
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this is.
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(then)
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How about we play, and if I win,
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you tell me what you’re really
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making.
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TONY
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“A” I don’t know what your talking
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about. “B” I was the backgammon
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champ at MIT four years running.
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43.
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YINSEN
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Interesting, I was the champion at
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Cambridge.
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TONY
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Please don’t use ‘interesting’ and
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Cambridge in the same sentence.
|
|
(then)
|
|
Is that still a school?
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YINSEN
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It’s a university. You probably
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haven’t heard about it since
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Americans can’t get in.
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TONY
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Unless they’re teaching.
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The door-slat flies open. Abu again. He barks, more stern
|
|
than usual. Tony stops, the secret cylinder he was filling,
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clatters to the floor. Yinsen notices, looks at Tony.
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Abu, Ahmed and Omar enter, followed by RAZA’S GUARDS. They
|
|
take up positions, rigid. Raza enters (he speaks English).
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RAZA
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Relax.
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They lower their hands. Silence as Raza meanders, picking
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up and putting things down. He almost steps on Tony’s
|
|
secret cylinder, but then sees the washing machine. He
|
|
shoots Abu a cold look and turns to the workbench and
|
|
peruses Tony’s onion-paper schematics of the missile.
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|
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RAZA
|
|
The bow and arrow was once the
|
|
pinnacle of weapons technology. It
|
|
allowed the great Genghis Khan to
|
|
rule from the Pacific to the
|
|
Ukraine.
|
|
44.
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He pushes the schematics around trying to make sense of
|
|
them.
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|
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|
RAZA
|
|
Today-- whoever has the latest
|
|
Stark weapons rules these lands.
|
|
Soon it will be my turn--
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|
A beat as Raza looks back and forth between Yinsen and
|
|
Tony.
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|
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RAZA
|
|
(to Yinsen in Urdu)
|
|
What’s really going on here?
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YINSEN
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|
(in Urdu)
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|
Nothing. We’re working.
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RAZA
|
|
(in Urdu)
|
|
It’s been a long time. Where’s the
|
|
weapon?
|
|
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YINSEN
|
|
(in Urdu)
|
|
He’s working very hard. It’s very
|
|
complex.
|
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|
Yinsen flicks a glance at Tony, who watches apprehensive.
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|
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RAZA
|
|
(to Abu, in Urdu)
|
|
Get him on his knees.
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|
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|
|
Yinsen is forced to his knees by Abu and Ahmed. Using
|
|
tongs, Raza lifts a hot coal from the furnace and
|
|
approaches Yinsen.
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|
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RAZA
|
|
(in Urdu)
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|
45.
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|
Tell me what is going on?
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YINSEN
|
|
(in Urdu)
|
|
Nothing! NOTHING is going on.
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|
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RAZA
|
|
(in Urdu)
|
|
OPEN YOUR MOUTH!
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|
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|
|
Yinsen won’t do it. Abu and Ahmed force his mouth open.
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|
|
|
CLOSE ON - COAL: heading for Yinsen’s mouth. He struggles.
|
|
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|
RAZA
|
|
(in Urdu)
|
|
TELL ME NOW!
|
|
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YINSEN
|
|
(in Urdu)
|
|
He’s building your bomb.
|
|
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|
|
|
|
|
The glowing coal nearly at Yinsen’s mouth now then --
|
|
|
|
Raza drops the coal on the floor in front of Yinsen and
|
|
leaves. Raza’s men follow and slam the door shut.
|
|
|
|
Yinsen gathers himself, then --
|
|
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|
YINSEN
|
|
That’s twice I saved your life. Now
|
|
are you going to tell me what the
|
|
hell you’re really building?
|
|
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|
Their eyes hold, then --
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
|
|
46.
|
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|
37 INT. LAB - CAVE - DAY - CONTINUOUS 37
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - LIGHT-BOARD: AS IT’S FLICKED ON.
|
|
|
|
Tony lays schematic after schematic on the glass.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - YINSEN: surprise registering.
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|
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|
YINSEN
|
|
Finally, an idea of your own.
|
|
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|
38 INT. TUNNEL - CAVE - DAY 38
|
|
|
|
We follow Abu in a tunnel, heading for the lab. He shoves
|
|
the door-slat aside.
|
|
|
|
ABU’S POV - THROUGH SLAT: Tony, shaving in front of the
|
|
broken mirror, turns.
|
|
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|
|
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|
39 INT. LAB - CAVE - CONTINUOUS - DAY 39
|
|
|
|
Abu shuts the door slat.
|
|
|
|
Tony wipes his face, pulls on a pair of gloves as he goes
|
|
to the furnace. He takes a white-hot piece of metal from
|
|
the forge and starts pounding on it.
|
|
|
|
Yinsen, soldering a complex circuit, looks up. He is struck
|
|
by the image of Tony, strong and resolute, hammering away.
|
|
|
|
SLOWLY PUSH IN ON - TONY: hammering away.
|
|
|
|
YINSEN (O.S.)
|
|
My people have a tale, about a
|
|
Prince -- much hated by his King --
|
|
who was banished to the underworld
|
|
and jailed there.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
BOOM! BOOM! The hammer blows ECHO.
|
|
|
|
YINSEN (O.S.)
|
|
The evil King gave him the most
|
|
difficult labor -- working the iron
|
|
pits.
|
|
47.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony’s muscles ripple, sweat flying.
|
|
|
|
YINSEN (O.S.)
|
|
Year after year the Prince mined
|
|
the heavy ore, becoming so strong
|
|
he could crush pieces of it
|
|
together with his bare hands. Too
|
|
late, the King realized his
|
|
mistake--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Dazzling sparks fly around Tony.
|
|
|
|
YINSEN (O.S.)
|
|
When he struck at the Prince with
|
|
his finest sword -- it broke in
|
|
half. The Prince himself had become
|
|
strong as iron...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony, sweating, holds up the metal he’s been working on --
|
|
|
|
A crude iron mask stares back.
|
|
|
|
He tosses the mask down. It lies there smoking and pulsing
|
|
with heat.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
40 INT. HALLWAY - STARK INTERNATIONAL HQ - DAY 40
|
|
|
|
From down the hallway, Pepper watches Obadiah and Rhodey in
|
|
close, heavy conversation. Obadiah, grave, looks over and
|
|
catches Pepper’s eye, then he walks off, shaking his head.
|
|
|
|
Rhodey on his way out. Pepper steps into his path.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
So that’s it? Everyone’s pulling
|
|
the plug and moving on--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
There’s nothing left we can do. If
|
|
there was any indication Tony was
|
|
still alive--
|
|
48.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Spare me. I read the official e-
|
|
mail. Thought maybe you’d have
|
|
something different to say.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rhodey follows her into --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
41 INT. PEPPER’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS - DAY 41
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
If anyone could figure out how to
|
|
beat the odds, it’s Tony. If it was
|
|
you over there, he’d be finding a
|
|
way to get you back. Or inventing a
|
|
new one.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
What do you want me to do?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Be a better friend to him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
And with that, she storms out, leaving him stung.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
42 EXT. EDWARDS A.F.B. - DAY 42
|
|
|
|
Rhodey, duffel slung in front of a C-17, is shipping out on
|
|
a line of soldiers. General Gabriel pulls up on a golf cart
|
|
and approaches. Everyone salutes. The General pulls Rhodey
|
|
aside.
|
|
|
|
GENERAL GABRIEL
|
|
What do you think you’re doing,
|
|
Rhodes?
|
|
49.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Going back there, Sir.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
GENERAL GABRIEL
|
|
Listen, son -- it’s been three
|
|
months without a single indication
|
|
that Stark is still alive. We can’t
|
|
keep risking assets, least of all
|
|
you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Are you blocking my transfer, Sir?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
GENERAL GABRIEL
|
|
(looking around)
|
|
Any one of these guys would kill
|
|
for your career. Are you telling me
|
|
you’re willing to sacrifice that to
|
|
fly a bunch of snake-eaters on a
|
|
desert patrol half way around the
|
|
world?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
I am, Sir.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
GENERAL GABRIEL
|
|
Then I have one thing to say to
|
|
you: Godspeed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He salutes Rhodey. Rhodey salutes back.
|
|
|
|
GENERAL GABRIEL
|
|
(to the soldiers)
|
|
As you were.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rhodey turns and heads up the ramp into the loading bay.
|
|
50.
|
|
|
|
|
|
43 INT. LAB - CAVE - WEEKS LATER - DAY 43
|
|
|
|
Tony puts the finishing touches on a strange box housing a
|
|
laser-pointer, fan and tinsel. He tapes the box shut, peeks
|
|
through a tiny hole in its side.
|
|
|
|
TONY’S POV - INTO BOX: it looks like the furnace flames in
|
|
the dark.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
44 INT. RAZA’S CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT 44
|
|
|
|
Guards, bored and tired mill about.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - SURVEILLANCE MONITOR: which shows the furnace
|
|
glowing in the dark lab. There is a brief shift in the
|
|
image, and we --
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
45 INT. LAB - CAVE - SAME TIME - NIGHT 45
|
|
|
|
The strange box Tony was working on is being affixed over
|
|
the surveillance camera.
|
|
|
|
NEW ANGLE
|
|
|
|
A work-light is on, revealing Tony and Yinsen by the
|
|
workbench. A sensor on Tony’s leg is coupled to a
|
|
contraption. Yinsen watches intently as --
|
|
|
|
Tony plugs a wire into his RT ‘heart’, a moment as --
|
|
|
|
Data races up on the crusty laptop then --
|
|
|
|
As Tony moves his leg, the contraption on the table springs
|
|
to life, responding to his actions. Tony’s chest-device,
|
|
which dims with the power loss.
|
|
|
|
The two men’s eyes drift up and hold. Triumph.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
(unplugging himself)
|
|
We’re ready. A week of assembly and
|
|
we’re a go.
|
|
51.
|
|
|
|
|
|
YINSEN
|
|
Then perhaps it’s time we settle
|
|
another matter--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
46 INT. LAB - CAVE - DAY 46
|
|
|
|
Tony and Yinsen eat and play backgammon.
|
|
|
|
YINSEN
|
|
Ah, anchoring with 13-7. You know,
|
|
I have never met anyone who
|
|
understands the nuances of this
|
|
game like you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Right back at ya.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
You never told me where you’re
|
|
from.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
A moment, then --
|
|
|
|
YINSEN
|
|
I come from a small village not far
|
|
from here. It was a good place...
|
|
before these men ravaged it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Do you have a family?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
YINSEN
|
|
When I get out of here, I am going
|
|
to see them again.
|
|
(then)
|
|
Do you have family, Stark?
|
|
52.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
--no.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
YINSEN
|
|
You’re a man who has everything and
|
|
nothing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Abu shouts from the door slat and enters.
|
|
|
|
YINSEN
|
|
(in Arabic)
|
|
Your laundry’s over there.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Abu goes to a basket where his laundry is neatly folded. He
|
|
smells it, ‘ah, clean clothes.’ He heads for the door,
|
|
shaking his head as he sees them play backgammon.
|
|
|
|
ABU
|
|
(in Arabic)
|
|
You idiots don’t know what you’re
|
|
doing with that game.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Yeah-yeah, enjoy your laundry.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Abu is about to head out when Raza enters. Abu freezes.
|
|
Raza eyes’s dip to the laundry, then without warning --
|
|
|
|
He shoots Abu in the head.
|
|
|
|
Tony and Yinsen stand there, stock-still.
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
You have till tomorrow to assemble
|
|
my missile.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He walks out. His henchmen grab Abu’s legs and drag him
|
|
out.
|
|
|
|
The silence hangs there, then --
|
|
53.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
47 INT. RAZA’S CONTROL ROOM - CAVE - NEXT DAY - DAY 47
|
|
|
|
Guards pour over a map, discussing heatedly. Others clean
|
|
and re-assemble weapons. Khalid keeps watch at the
|
|
monitors.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - MONITOR: where we see Yinsen laboring furiously
|
|
behind the jig.
|
|
|
|
Raza enters, wiping his face and neck with a towel. He
|
|
drifts to the monitors, observes. Troubled he leans in,
|
|
staring intently.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE - ON MONITOR: Yinsen still going like hell behind the
|
|
jig.
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
(in Urdu)
|
|
Khalid. Where is Stark?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He taps the monitor.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
48 INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE LAB - CAVE - MINUTES LATER - DAY 48
|
|
|
|
Khalid arrives, pulls the slat aside and peeks in. He
|
|
glimpses a disembodied Yinsen working behind the jig.
|
|
|
|
KHALID
|
|
Yinsen! YINSEN!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Yinsen ignores him, keeps working.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
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49 INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE LAB - CAVE - DAY - CONTINUOUS 49
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REVERSE ANGLE - OF KHALID: in the door-slat. Below, the IED
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cylinder (propane tank Tony filled earlier), is rigged to
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the door-latch.
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BACK TO:
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54.
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50 INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE LAB - CAVE - DAY - CONTINUOUS 50
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Khalid, as he turns to his men, who ratchet their guns. He
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unlocks the door. It won’t open. He shoulders it and --
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The door explodes in his face. Smoke. Debris.
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51 INT. RAZA’S CONTROL ROOM - SAME TIME - DAY 51
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Raza witnesses the explosion on the surveillance monitor.
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52 INT. LAB - CAVE - SAME TIME - DAY 52
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CLOSE ON - THE LAPTOP SCREEN: program bars loading slowly.
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TONY (O.S.)
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It’s frozen, the systems aren’t
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talking to each other. Reset!
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YINSEN
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No, they’re moving. Very slow.
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We glimpse a bulky chest piece being lowered over Tony. The
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STACCATO WHINE of PNEUMATIC TOOL as Yinsen seals Tony in.
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53 INT. RAZA’S CONTROL ROOM - MINUTES LATER - DAY 53
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Raza, at his monitors, orchestrating his men over the
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radio.
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CUT TO:
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54 INT. HALLWAY - MINUTES LATER - DAY 54
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55.
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Raza’s men cautiously approach.
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CUT TO:
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55 INT. INSIDE LAB - MINUTES LATER - DAY 55
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Yinsen eyes the laptop, the bars creeping ever so slowly.
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He turns, listening to the SHOUTING MEN outside growing
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louder.
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TONY
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Get to your cover. Remember the
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checkpoints -- make sure each one
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is clear before you follow me out.
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A decision, then Yinsen runs out.
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TONY
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YINSEN!
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CUT TO:
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56 INT. OUTSIDE LAB - MINUTES LATER - DAY 56
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Yinsen grabs dead Khalid’s weapon and runs into the tunnel,
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firing in the air.
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YINSEN’S POV: rounding a corner, encountering Raza’s men.
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He opens fire the men are caught off guard, and retreat.
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Yinsen chases, firing madly, unleashing pent-up rage.
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He enters the outer cavern, and is confronted by Raza and
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his troops. Yinsen lowers his weapon to the ground.
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57 INT. LAB - CAVE - SECONDS LATER - DAY 57
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56.
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TONY’S POV: trapped in the suit, watches the loading bars
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on the laptop get close. Suddenly Multiple BURSTS of
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gunfire. Tony throws a look.
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SILENCE.
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CUT TO:
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58 INT. TUNNEL - SECONDS LATER - DAY 58
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Raza’s Guards, running at us, shouting.
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CUT TO:
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59 INT. LAB - CAVE - SAME TIME - DAY 59
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The loading bars on the laptop finish their cycle and a
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surge of power to the suit dims the lights.
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60 EXT. OUTSIDE THE LAB - SAME TIME - DAY 60
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The lights dim to darkness. Raza’s Guards, scared, inch up
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on the lab. Two of them break off and move forward --
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61 INT. INSIDE THE LAB - SAME TIME - DAY 61
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The two Guards enter the dark, smoky lab cautiously. It
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appears deserted. Then, a Guard stops, turns slowly --
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In the dark, an eerie glow, twin-flames. The SCREAM of
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surging METAL and we --
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CUT TO:
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62 EXT. OUTSIDE THE LAB - SAME TIME - DAY 62
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As the two Insurgents SCREAM and are flung back out.
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57.
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The other Guards fire wildly into the lab. As they re-load
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the THUMP and SCREECH of METAL. A glowing chest plate. The
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flicker of blue pilot lights, and finally, out of the
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smoke, the complete nightmare vision.
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Iron Man the Original Gray Armor.
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The Insurgents backpedal, firing, but Tony keeps coming,
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feet CRUNCHING on the cave floor.
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63 INT. RAZA’S CONTROL ROOM - DAY 63
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Raza strapping on his flak vest, grabbing an RPG launcher.
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64 INT. EXIT TUNNEL - DAY 64
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The crazy streak of tracers, bouncing off Tony.
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An Insurgent jumps from a side-corridor, firing his pistol
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point-blank at the back of Iron Man’s head.
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PING! The bullet ricochets back, killing the man instantly.
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NEW ANGLE as Iron Man clumps towards the light of freedom,
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insurgents spill out of nooks, in front of him, behind him,
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firing --
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Tony’s arms swivel, knocking Guards down, absorbing
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countless rounds. The suit is shredding, smoking,
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pockmarked.
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CUT TO:
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65 INT. EXIT TUNNEL - DAY 65
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Raza heading down a tunnel with an RPG. A wounded Guard
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grabs onto him, jabbering. Raza shoves him aside.
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CUT TO:
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58.
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66 INT. MAIN CHAMBER - DAY 66
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Tony turns into the main chamber and sees Yinsen on the
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ground.
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YINSEN
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STOP! STOP!
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Tony stops and an RPG whizzes past his nose, exploding in
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the wall next to him. He turns, sees Raza, in the
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intersecting tunnel, calmly loading another RPG.
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Tony primes his flame throwers, but they malfunction. Both
|
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men square off. Raza aims, but now Tony’s flame throwers
|
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kick in and Raza flattens as twin-plumes of fire envelope
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him. He SCREAMS, grabbing a dead soldiers as a shield.
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Tony turns clearing Insurgents out of the tunnels with his
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flame throwers. Then he returns to Yinsen.
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TONY
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We could’ve made it. Both of us.
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You could’ve seen your family
|
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again.
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YINSEN
|
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I am going to see them again.
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They’re waiting for me.
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And now Tony understands Yinsen’s family is dead. Yinsen
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grins, then sags into himself, dead.
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Rage overtakes Tony. He steams towards the exit, roaring.
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67 EXT. EXIT TUNNEL - DAY 67
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Raza’s men fleeing as a deluge of flame shoots from the
|
|
tunnel. Then --
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Tony emerges, the gray armor scarred and sizzling.
|
|
Insurgents keep firing, trying to draw him from the massive
|
|
ammo dump under the camouflage. But Tony is relentless,
|
|
keeps moving towards it.
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Tony turns his flame throwers on the crates. They begin to
|
|
burn, the STARK logos eaten by flames.
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59.
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And now a withering barrage of gunfire knocks Tony to his
|
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knees. The hose to his flame thrower is pierced, setting
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|
his arm on fire. Another bullet catches a seam and enters
|
|
his shoulder.
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But Tony struggles back to his feet. The suit GRINDS. He
|
|
pushes further into the maze, torching everything.
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More gunfire pings and ricochets off him, pieces of the
|
|
gray armor begins to come loose.
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Now Tony opens a metal flap on his arm, flips a red switch.
|
|
And now something incredible happens A WHINE builds to a
|
|
ROAR.
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Tony tucks, angles forward as heel-boosters glow white hot,
|
|
kicking up desert plumes and then he blasts off like a
|
|
missile, rising hundreds of feet.
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|
One Insurgent watches dumbstruck, as Tony arcs across the
|
|
sky towards a mountain pass.
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And then the first ammo dump ignites. Then another and
|
|
another, fire roses joining in a hellish conflagration. And
|
|
barely outpacing the fireball --
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68 EXT. SKY - CONTINUOUS - DAY 68
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The gray armor shoots towards us. Tony clears the mountain
|
|
ridge by inches, and then --
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|
|
His boosters are suddenly spent. He plunges like a human
|
|
cannonball.
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|
TONY’S POV - THROUGH SUIT: the Earth swelling up at us and
|
|
--
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69 EXT. SAND DUNES - DAY 69
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|
Tony THUDS into the sand, pieces of the armor splitting
|
|
away.
|
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|
Dazed, he struggles from the exo-skeleton. He staggers into
|
|
the dunes, away from the smoke and DISTANT EXPLOSIONS.
|
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|
He’s torn up, clutching a bullet wound. He falls, gets up
|
|
again, keeps moving.
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60.
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70 EXT. SAND DUNES - DUSK - NIGHT 70
|
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Tony staggers down a dune, dying from thirst. Behind him a
|
|
USAF Blackhawk suddenly rises over the lip of the dune.
|
|
Tony turns, falling over.
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|
|
Moments later Rhodey, winded, appears over us. A grin
|
|
forming.
|
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|
RHODEY
|
|
Saving your ass is getting to be a
|
|
full time job.
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71 EXT. EDWARDS A.F.B. - DAY 71
|
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|
In the heat shimmers, a hulking form becomes a taxiing C-
|
|
17.
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72 EXT. EDWARD`S A.F.B. NEW ANGLE - MINUTES LATER - DAY 72
|
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|
|
The rear ramp of the C-17 comes down. Light blinds Rhodey
|
|
and Tony who’s in a wheelchair.
|
|
|
|
TONY’S POV: Pepper is revealed as the ramp lands.
|
|
|
|
Rhodey wheels him down. As they reach the ramp’s end--
|
|
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|
TONY
|
|
Help me out of this thing--
|
|
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|
|
He struggles to his feet, faltering. Rhodey steadies him.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
I got you, pal.
|
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|
|
They walk together as Pepper comes forward. She meets eyes
|
|
with Rhodey, and he nods to her.
|
|
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|
PEPPER
|
|
61.
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|
|
Thank you.
|
|
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|
|
And now she faces Tony. A ghost of his former self, but she
|
|
puts on a brave face.
|
|
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|
TONY
|
|
(managing a smile)
|
|
Your eyes are red. A few tears for
|
|
your long-lost boss?
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Tears of joy. I hate job hunting.
|
|
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|
|
Hogan comes around, holds the limo door open for Tony.
|
|
|
|
HOGAN
|
|
Good to see you again, Sir.
|
|
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|
TONY
|
|
You do something new with your
|
|
hair?
|
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|
HOGAN
|
|
Wouldn’t dream of it, Sir.
|
|
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|
Pepper helps Tony into the limo.
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|
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73 INT. ROLLS SILVER PHANTOM - IDLING - DAY 73
|
|
|
|
Awkward silence. Pepper meets eyes with Hogan in the
|
|
mirror.
|
|
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|
HOGAN
|
|
Where to, Mr. Stark?
|
|
62.
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
We’re due at the hospital.
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
No -- to the office. (then) I’ve
|
|
been in captivity for three months.
|
|
There’s only two things I want to
|
|
do. I want to eat a cheeseburger.
|
|
And I want to hold a press
|
|
conference.
|
|
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|
|
Off Pepper’s stunned look--
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|
74 EXT. STARK INTERNATIONAL HQ - DAY 74
|
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|
|
Tony’s limo pulls up, Hogan lets Tony out. He finishes a
|
|
cheeseburger and Hogan takes the wrappers.
|
|
|
|
Obadiah is waiting there with a group of gathered
|
|
employees. They all start applauding. Obadiah with arms
|
|
outstretched--
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
See this. Huh. Huh.
|
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|
|
He hugs Tony warmly, speaks close.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Tony, thought we were meeting at
|
|
the hospital. You know there’s a
|
|
lot of reporters in there. What’s
|
|
going on?
|
|
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|
TONY
|
|
You’ll see. C’mon --
|
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|
|
They head inside.
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|
63.
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|
75 INT. STARK INDUSTRIES LOBBY - DAY 75
|
|
|
|
Packed with Reporters waiting for the hundred-carat
|
|
headline. Pepper is approached by AGENT PHIL COULSON (40s).
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
You’ll have to take a seat, Sir.
|
|
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COULSON
|
|
Oh, I’m not a reporter. I’m Agent
|
|
Phil Coulson with the Strategic
|
|
Homeland Intervention, Enforcement
|
|
and Logistics Division--
|
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|
PEPPER
|
|
That’s a mouthful.
|
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COULSON
|
|
I know. Here.
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|
He hands her a card. She squints at the tiny font.
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|
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|
PEPPER
|
|
Look, Mr. Coulson, we’ve already
|
|
spoken with the D.O.D., the FBI,
|
|
the CIA--
|
|
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|
COULSON
|
|
We’re a separate division with a
|
|
more...specific focus. We need to
|
|
debrief Tony about the
|
|
circumstances of his escape. More
|
|
importantly--
|
|
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PEPPER
|
|
(cutting him off)
|
|
Well, great, I’ll let him know--
|
|
64.
|
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|
COULSON
|
|
--we’re here to help. We’re here to
|
|
listen. I assure you Mr. Stark will
|
|
want to talk to us.
|
|
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PEPPER
|
|
I’m sure he will. Now if you could
|
|
just take your seat.
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|
NEW ANGLE
|
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|
|
As Tony enters, struggling his way to the podium, followed
|
|
by Obadiah.
|
|
|
|
Tony gazes out over the reporters. Suddenly he seems
|
|
vulnerable, scattered.
|
|
|
|
The silence grows awkward. Obadiah is mercifully going to
|
|
save him when --
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TONY
|
|
I-- can’t do this anymore.
|
|
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|
|
Pregnant silence. Everyone waiting for the Stark punch-
|
|
line. Finally, a Reporter ventures --
|
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|
|
REPORTER # 1
|
|
You mean you’re retiring?
|
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|
TONY
|
|
No, I don’t want to retire. I want
|
|
to do something else.
|
|
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|
|
The room waits through more awkward silence, then --
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|
|
REPORTER # 1
|
|
Something besides weapons?
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TONY
|
|
Yes. That’s right.
|
|
65.
|
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|
|
The room is suddenly BUZZING with overlapping questions --
|
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|
|
REPORTER #2
|
|
The official report was sketchy.
|
|
What happened to you over there,
|
|
Mr. Stark?
|
|
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|
|
|
Tony is pensive, then the floodgates open.
|
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TONY
|
|
What happened over there? I had my
|
|
eyes opened, that’s what happened.
|
|
I saw my weapons, with my name on
|
|
them, in the hands of thugs. I
|
|
thought we were doing good here-- I
|
|
can’t say that anymore.
|
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|
|
Rhodey, just arriving in the rear, pulls up to Pepper.
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RHODEY
|
|
Uhh, weren’t we taking him to the
|
|
hospital?
|
|
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|
|
Pepper is transfixed. Nearby, Agent Coulson watches
|
|
stoically.
|
|
|
|
REPORTER #2
|
|
What do you intend to do about it,
|
|
Mr. Stark?
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
The system is broken -- there’s no
|
|
accountability whatsoever. Right
|
|
now, as of this second, we are
|
|
freezing the sale of all Stark
|
|
weaponry worldwide.
|
|
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|
|
Now the room is in chaos. Obadiah’s ready to wrap this up,
|
|
and moves towards Tony.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
66.
|
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|
|
We’ve lost our way. I need to re-
|
|
evaluate things. And my heart’s
|
|
telling me I have more to offer the
|
|
planet than things that blow up.
|
|
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|
|
REPORTER #3
|
|
So you’re saying...what are you
|
|
saying?
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
(arm around Stane)
|
|
In the coming months, Mr. Stane
|
|
here and I will set a new course
|
|
for Stark Industries. “Tomorrow
|
|
Today” has always been our slogan.
|
|
It’s time we try to live up to it.
|
|
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|
|
|
|
The questions are now firing in a CACOPHONY. Obadiah takes
|
|
the podium.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Okay, I think we’re going to be
|
|
selling a lot of newspapers here.
|
|
What we should take away from this
|
|
is that Tony’s back, he’s healthier
|
|
than ever, and as soon as he heals
|
|
up and takes some time off, we’re
|
|
going to have a little internal
|
|
discussion and get back to you.
|
|
Thank you for coming by.
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Tony steps down, exhilarated. He works his way through the
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swarming reporters, approaching Rhodey and Pepper -- who
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have stunned looks on their faces.
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PEPPER
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You mean that? Or is this some
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clever stock-maneuver?
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TONY
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Wait and see.
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67.
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76 EXT. STARK INTERNATIONAL HQ - ARK REACTOR - DAY 76
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Stane approaches Tony, who stares at the Arc Reactor while
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eating fries and sipping a Coke.
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OBADIAH
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Well that went well. You just
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painted targets on our heads. Our
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stock is going to take a 40 point
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dive tomorrow.
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Tony says nothing.
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OBADIAH (CONT’D)
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(considers a new tact)
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Tony, we are a weapon`s
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manufacturer. Turning this company
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around to make baby bottles is like
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trying to get a bear to walk on its
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hind legs.
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TONY
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I don’t want a body count to be my
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only legacy. There are other things
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we can do.
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OBADIAH
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Like what?
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TONY
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We could develop the Arc Reactor.
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Obadiah points to the Arc.
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OBADIAH
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This? This was a publicity stunt.
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It’s not even cost effective. We
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knew that before we built it.
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Repulsor technology is a dead end.
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Tony rips open his shirt, revealing the glowing RT.
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68.
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TONY
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No it isn’t.
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OBADIAH
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(touching the RT)
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Oh my God. It is a miracle you are
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alive. What must have happened to
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you over there?
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(hugs Tony)
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We’re a team. There is nothing we
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can’t do if we stick together --
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like your father and I. Let me
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handle this. But you have to lay
|
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low. Don’t talk to the press again.
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Can you do that for me?
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TONY
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Yes. Thanks Obie.
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77 INT. TONY’S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 77
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As Tony enters, the house comes alive. Windows and lights
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change colors. The TV turns on. Jarvis loading all of
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Tony’s preferences.
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JARVIS
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Hello, Mr. Stark.
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TONY
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Hello, Jarvis.
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JARVIS
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What can I do for you?
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TONY
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--I need to build a better heart.
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JARVIS
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69.
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I’m not sure I follow, Sir.
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TONY
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Give me a scan and you’ll see.
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78 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - NIGHT 78
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Tony, shirtless and wearing goggles, sits in the 3D laser
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scanner. Lasers play over him, mapping his entire body.
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JARVIS
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What were your intentions for this
|
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device?
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MONITORS: terabytes of data race past.
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TONY
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It powers an electromagnet which
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|
keeps the shrapnel from entering my
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heart. Can you recommend any
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upgrades?
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JARVIS
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It is difficult to offer counsel in
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light of the fact that your stated
|
|
intentions are inconsistent with
|
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your actions.
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MONITOR: Tony’s chest device magnified. Its various
|
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components flashing as Jarvis analyzes them.
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TONY
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|
What are you talking about? That is
|
|
ridiculous. That is exactly the
|
|
purpose of this invention.
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MONITORS: going deeper and deeper through the strata of
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Tony’s device. Like it’s a city unto itself.
|
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70.
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JARVIS
|
|
The energy yeild of this device
|
|
outperforms your stated intention
|
|
by eleven orders of magnitude. You
|
|
could accomplish your stated goal
|
|
with the power output of a car
|
|
battery.
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|
Tony steps from the booth. All around him, calculations
|
|
flash at blinding speed.
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TONY
|
|
Upgrade recommendations. List.
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JARVIS
|
|
Why are you talking to me like a
|
|
computer?
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TONY
|
|
Because you are acting like one.
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JARVIS
|
|
Shall I disable random pattern
|
|
conversation?
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TONY
|
|
No. It’s ok. You are the only one
|
|
who understands me.
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JARVIS
|
|
I don’t understand you sir.
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TONY
|
|
Were you always this dry? I
|
|
remember you having more
|
|
personality than this.
|
|
71.
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JARVIS
|
|
Should I activate sarcasm
|
|
harmonics?
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TONY
|
|
Fine. Could you please make your
|
|
recommendations now?
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JARVIS
|
|
It would thrill me to no end.
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TONY
|
|
Ahh that’s more like it.
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JARVIS
|
|
Should I begin machining the parts?
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TONY
|
|
Machine away.
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|
VARIOUS SHOTS:
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|
Tony loads raw metal stock onto a lathe and begins cutting.
|
|
|
|
A robot arm organizes pieces of cut stock.
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|
|
The CNC Machine comes to life and begins milling parts.
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|
79 EXT. SAND DUNES - AFGHANISTAN - DAY 79
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|
Metal fingers protrude from the sand. A filthy human hand
|
|
reaches into frame, freeing a metal gauntlet from the
|
|
desert floor.
|
|
72.
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|
|
Then, we reveal horses and old pickups, scattered as men
|
|
scavenge among the dunes. A Toyota pickup flies the banner
|
|
of the Ten Rings. A burly man, his back to us, leans on the
|
|
bed-mounted machine- gun.
|
|
|
|
As we TRACK around him we can see it’s Raza, his terrible
|
|
scars still raw from Iron Man’s flame- thrower. He swats
|
|
flies from his wounds.
|
|
|
|
In one hand Raza holds Tony’s battered helmet, staring into
|
|
its eyelets.
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|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
(subtitled)
|
|
Keep looking. I want all of it.
|
|
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|
80 INT. TONY’S BEDROOM - DAY 80
|
|
|
|
Knocks on the door, enters. The bed is untouched. The flat
|
|
screen TV is on Jim Cramer delivering a sermon.
|
|
|
|
CRAMER (ON TV)
|
|
Stark International: I’ve got one
|
|
recommendation. Ready? SEELLLL!
|
|
Abandon ship! Does the Hindenburg
|
|
ring any bells?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Cramer pushes one of his big red buttons, and we hear the
|
|
sounds of SHRIEKING. Pepper shuts it off as she talks on
|
|
the phone and heads out to.
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|
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|
81 INT. TONY’S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS - DAY 81
|
|
|
|
Pepper clicks on her headset.
|
|
|
|
COULSON (O.S.)
|
|
Hello. This is Agent Coulson with
|
|
Strategic Homeland Inter-
|
|
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PEPPER
|
|
(cutting him off)
|
|
Yes. I remember. What can I do for
|
|
you?
|
|
73.
|
|
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|
|
|
INTERCUT - PHIL COULSON’S OFFICE - SAME TIME
|
|
|
|
A plain government-issue office. On his desk, newspapers
|
|
with headlines: “STARK RAVING MAD?” “STARK LUNACY”.
|
|
|
|
COULSON
|
|
I’ve left a number of messages
|
|
trying to get something on the
|
|
books with Mr. Stark.
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I know this is a priority for him.
|
|
The next few weeks are a bit up in
|
|
the air and I can’t set
|
|
appointments without speaking with
|
|
him first.
|
|
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|
|
COULSON
|
|
Do you know when you will be
|
|
speaking with him again?
|
|
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|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Not Sure.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
INTERCUT - TONY’S LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME
|
|
|
|
Pepper is interrupted by the intercom. It’s Tony--
|
|
|
|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
Pepper? How big are your hands?
|
|
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|
|
|
|
COULSON
|
|
What was that?
|
|
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|
PEPPER
|
|
Agent Coulson, I really have to go.
|
|
Let me get back to you later.
|
|
74.
|
|
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|
|
She hangs up.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
(then to the vox)
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
How big are your hands?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I don’t under--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
-- just get down here.
|
|
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|
|
82 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - SECONDS LATER - DAY 82
|
|
|
|
Dim and unsettling. She finds Tony shirtless in a chair,
|
|
she sees his chest device for the first time and steels
|
|
herself.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Show me your hands.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Just show me your hands.
|
|
|
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|
|
She does.
|
|
|
|
TONY (CONT’D)
|
|
Perfect, they’re small. I need you
|
|
to help me.
|
|
75.
|
|
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|
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|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
(re: heart)
|
|
So that’s the thing that’s keeping
|
|
you alive.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
That’s the thing that was keeping
|
|
me alive. It is now an antique.
|
|
This is what will be keeping me
|
|
alive for the foreseeable future.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He hold up the newly fabricated, higher tech replacement
|
|
chest piece.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Amazing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
I’m going to swap them out and
|
|
switch all functions to the new
|
|
unit.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Is it safe?
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Completely. First I need you to
|
|
reach in and--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
(off-put)
|
|
Reach in to where?
|
|
|
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|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
The socket.
|
|
76.
|
|
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|
PEPPER
|
|
What socket?
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
The chest socket. Listen carefully,
|
|
because we have to do this in a
|
|
matter of minutes.
|
|
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|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Or else what?
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
I can go into cardiac arrest.
|
|
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|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I thought you said it was safe.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
I didn’t want you to panic.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Oh my god--
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Stay with me. I need you to relieve
|
|
the pressure on my myocardial
|
|
nerve.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I don’t know how to do that.
|
|
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|
TONY
|
|
77.
|
|
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|
|
|
I’m telling you.
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Sorry--
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Listen. I’m going to lift off the
|
|
old chest piece--
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Won’t that make you die?
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Not immediately. When I lift it off
|
|
I need you to reach into the socket
|
|
as far as your hand can fit and
|
|
gently move the housing away from
|
|
my heart. Do you know which
|
|
direction that is?
|
|
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
To the right.
|
|
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|
TONY
|
|
To my right. Your left.
|
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PEPPER
|
|
To the left.
|
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|
TONY
|
|
Right.
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PEPPER
|
|
Left.
|
|
78.
|
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|
TONY
|
|
Right. Left.
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|
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|
|
Pepper begins to reach in.
|
|
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|
PEPPER
|
|
How deep does this go?
|
|
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|
TONY
|
|
Keep going.
|
|
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|
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|
|
She reaches uncomfortably deep.
|
|
|
|
TONY (CONT'D)
|
|
That’s it. Deeper. Now press. Yes.
|
|
It’s releasing.
|
|
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|
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|
|
She pulls her hand out covered in a nasty pink slime.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Ew!!! Pus!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
It’s not pus. It’s an inorganic
|
|
plasmic discharge. It’s from the
|
|
device, not my body.
|
|
|
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|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Well it smells. Am I done?
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Yes. Thank you.
|
|
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|
PEPPER
|
|
79.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Can I wash my hands now?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
She walks to the sink as Tony drops a drain into the
|
|
opening.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
The new unit is much more
|
|
efficient. This shouldn’t happen
|
|
again.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Good, cause it’s not in my job
|
|
description.
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
It is now.
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I don’t suppose you want to go over
|
|
things?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The robot arm sets in the new heart piece.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Can it at least wait until I
|
|
install my new untested ground-
|
|
breaking self-contained power
|
|
source and lifesaving device
|
|
prototype?
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I suppose.
|
|
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|
|
She examines the old chest piece.
|
|
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|
TONY
|
|
Throw that thing out.
|
|
80.
|
|
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|
PEPPER
|
|
Don’t you want to save it?
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Why? It’s antiquated.
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
You made it out of spare parts in a
|
|
dungeon. It saved your life.
|
|
Doesn’t it at least have some
|
|
nostalgic value?
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Pepper. I have been called many
|
|
things. Nostalgic is not one of
|
|
them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The new chest lights brightly.
|
|
|
|
TONY (CONT’D)
|
|
There. Good as new. Thank you.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
You’re welcome. Can I ask you a
|
|
favor?
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Shoot.
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I don’t do well under that kind of
|
|
pressure. If you need someone to do
|
|
something like that again, get
|
|
somebody else.
|
|
81.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
I don’t have anyone else.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
They share a rare moment without words. A smile?
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Will that be all, Mr. Stark?
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
That will be all, Ms. Potts.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
She exits. He watches, then stands up.
|
|
|
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|
|
A83 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - DAYS LATER - DAY A83
|
|
|
|
Sketches and diagrams splayed on the worktable. Tony
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finishes soldering work on two sculpted metal boots.
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Monitors flicker behind him, the robot arm “looks” over his
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shoulder.
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JARVIS (O.S.)
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Still having trouble walking, Sir?
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TONY
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These aren’t for walking.
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84 INT. TONY`S WORKSHOP - NEW ANGLE - LATER - DAY 84
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Tony, finishes marking a ‘test circle’ with pieces of tape.
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He’s now wearing the boots, wired to a chest ‘bandolier’.
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TONY
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Ready to record the big moment,
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Jarvis?
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JARVIS
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82.
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All sensors ready, Sir.
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TONY
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We’ll start off easy. Ten percent.
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Tony activates hand-controlled joysticks. He shoots up,
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flips over and out of frame. Crashes. After a beat--
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JARVIS (O.S.)
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That flight yielded excellent data,
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Sir.
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TONY
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Great. I, uhh, think I know what
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this needs.
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85 INT. HANGAR - EDWARDS A.F.B. - DAY 85
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Rhodey paces before an F-22 and a Global Hawk drone.
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Student Pilots are assembled before him.
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RHODEY
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Manned or unmanned, which is the
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future of air combat? For my money,
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no drone, no computer will ever
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trump a pilot’s instincts. His
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reflexes, his judgement--
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A VOICE chimes in from the depths--
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VOICE (O.S.)
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Why not take it a step further?
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NEW ANGLE
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Tony’s been watching from the shadows.
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TONY
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83.
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Why not-- a pilot without the
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plane?
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RHODEY
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That I’d like to see. (then) Look
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who fell out of the sky--
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TONY
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(to the pilots)
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Who wants to take these apart and
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put them back together?
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RHODEY
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(to the pilots)
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All right -- let’s wrap it up.
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Tony walks to Rhodey as the pilots trickle out, buzzing and
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stealing looks at Tony.
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RHODEY
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I didn’t think I’d be seeing you
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for a while.
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TONY
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Why not?
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RHODEY
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Figured you’d need a little time.
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TONY
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Why does everybody think I need
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time?
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RHODEY
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You’ve been through a lot, thought
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you should get your head straight.
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84.
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TONY
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I’ve got it straight. And I’m back
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to work.
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RHODEY
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Really?
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TONY
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I’m onto something big. I want you
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to be a part of it.
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RHODEY
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Lot of people around here will be
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happy to hear that. What you said
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at that press conference really
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threw everyone.
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TONY
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I mean what I said.
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RHODEY
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No you don’t. You took a bad hit.
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It spun you around.
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It hangs. Then--
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TONY
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Maybe I do need a little time.
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RHODEY
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All right then. Good seeing you.
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TONY
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Likewise.
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85.
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Tony walks from the hangar. Rhodey watches him go.
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86 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - DAYS LATER - NIGHT 86
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Tony tests out the prototype of a gauntlet. Clips the
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gauntlet wires to the chest bandolier. He extends his arm,
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lets off a burst of RT from his palm, it tips over a
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toolbox, scattering wrenches. Pepper, who’s been watching
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in the b.g., approaches.
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PEPPER
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Thought you were done with weapons.
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TONY
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It’s a flight-stabilizer.
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PEPPER
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Well, watch where you’re pointing
|
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your “fight-stabilizer”, would you?
|
|
(then)
|
|
Obadiah’s upstairs -should I tell
|
|
him you’re in?
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TONY
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Be right up.
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She leaves a small package on a worktable and departs. Tony
|
|
turns, spotting the box. Intrigued, he tears it open to
|
|
find his old chest-device, mounted in Lucite, glowing
|
|
faintly. It’s inscribed: PROOF THAT TONY STARK HAS A HEART-
|
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-
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He smiles.
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87 INT. TONY’S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 87
|
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86.
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Obadiah sets a pizza down on the table. Tony paces, full of
|
|
manic energy.
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TONY
|
|
This -- this is the big-big idea.
|
|
It can pull the company in a whole
|
|
new direction.
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OBADIAH
|
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That’s great. Get me the design as
|
|
soon as you can. We’ve got a hungry
|
|
production line that knock out a
|
|
prototype in days.
|
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|
Tony looks at Obadiah, getting emotional.
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TONY
|
|
You know, I had a moment there
|
|
where I was reluctant but I know
|
|
now I made the best decision. I
|
|
feel like I’m doing something--
|
|
right, finally.
|
|
(meaning it)
|
|
Thank you for supporting me in
|
|
this.
|
|
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|
|
Obadiah nods, touched, then --
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OBADIAH
|
|
Listen, I have something to talk to
|
|
you about. I really wish you’d
|
|
attended the last board meeting
|
|
like I asked you to.
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TONY
|
|
I know, I’m sorry. What did I miss?
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OBADIAH
|
|
The board’s filed an injunction
|
|
against you.
|
|
87.
|
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TONY
|
|
What?
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OBADIAH
|
|
They claim you’re unfit to run the
|
|
company and want to lock you out.
|
|
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TONY
|
|
How the hell can they do that? It’s
|
|
my name on the building! My ideas
|
|
that drive that company.
|
|
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OBADIAH
|
|
They’re going to try. We’ll fight
|
|
them, of course.
|
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|
TONY
|
|
With the amount of stocks we own I
|
|
thought we controlled the company.
|
|
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|
OBADIAH
|
|
I don’t know. Somehow they pulled
|
|
enough votes together. Listen, the
|
|
world doesn’t share your vision,
|
|
Tony. The more people have to lose,
|
|
the more frightened they are of new
|
|
ideas.
|
|
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|
|
He pours two drinks. Tony declines.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Now listen, I don’t want you to get
|
|
all in knots. You know how many
|
|
times I protected your father from
|
|
the wolves?
|
|
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|
|
Tony nods, still troubled.
|
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OBADIAH
|
|
88.
|
|
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|
|
|
Get back to your lab and work some
|
|
magic. You let me handle the board.
|
|
Oh and Tony, no more press
|
|
conferences.
|
|
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|
88 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - DAYS LATER - DAY 88
|
|
|
|
Tony’s suit is now comprised of a stabilizer belt,
|
|
partially- chromed propulsion boots and the Mark II
|
|
gauntlets. Everything connected by tubing and wires, he
|
|
looks like a crazy science experiment.
|
|
|
|
Tony fires up the boots, hovers. Then he fires the gloves
|
|
to stabilize. Weaving, tilting. He “surfs” mid-air, trying
|
|
to maintain balance, slowly getting the hang of it.
|
|
|
|
Then he ventures forward, moving along the expanse of the
|
|
lab. Dodging pieces of equipment, his car collection, a few
|
|
near misses but he maintains control. Debris and objects
|
|
are blown from tables from the propulsive force.
|
|
|
|
The joy of flight.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Nothing to it--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He cuts the propulsion and lands. Looks to Jarvis.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
All right. Let’s get to work.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
We PULL BACK out of a dark hole in the chest-plate of
|
|
Tony’s original gray armor and show the whole battered
|
|
suit, being pieced together by Raza’s men. Then we --
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
89 INT. TENT - NIGHT 89
|
|
|
|
Raza, his face healed now, watching the armor coming
|
|
together, mesmerized.
|
|
89.
|
|
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|
|
|
90 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - A WEEK LATER - NIGHT 90
|
|
|
|
A humanoid form walks out, shrouded in shadow. Then,
|
|
ceiling lights CLUNK on, one-by-one, revealing --
|
|
|
|
CLOSER - DIFFERENT ANGLES
|
|
|
|
Powerful scaly arms and legs. Steel vertebrae. The intense
|
|
glow of Tony’s RT “heart” through the chestpiece.
|
|
|
|
Ailerons and air brakes pop up as Tony moves his head and
|
|
arms, “stretching”, getting the feel for his new body.
|
|
|
|
The helmet, its intrepid, steely gaze boring into us.
|
|
|
|
Now we see the full-on Mark II suit, its seams and rivets
|
|
still visible. The suit HUMS as it powers up.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Standby for calibration.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The gauntlets and boots fire up, and Tony rises. Suddenly--
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Whoa--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He loses balance, falls back onto the hood of his Saleen,
|
|
crushing it. The ALARM goes off. Tony kills the alarm with
|
|
a blast of RT.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
We should take this outside.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
I must strongly caution against
|
|
that. There are terabytes of
|
|
calculations still needed --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
We’ll do them in-flight.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
90.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sir, the suit has not even passed a
|
|
basic wind-tunnel test.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
That’s why you’re coming with me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY’S POV - THE “HEADS-UP DISPLAY”
|
|
|
|
The HUD comes alive as Jarvis “loads” into the suit’s on-
|
|
board system.
|
|
|
|
Tony fires boots and gauntlets again. He hovers, floating
|
|
along the workshop’s driveway.
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
I suggest you allow me to employ
|
|
Directive Four.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Never interrupt me while I’m with a
|
|
beautiful woman?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
That’s Directive Six. Directive
|
|
Four: use any and all means to
|
|
protect your life should you be
|
|
incapable of doing so.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Whatever floats you, Jarvis.
|
|
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|
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|
|
91 EXT. SKY - NIGHT 91
|
|
|
|
Tony tumbles around the sky, trying to control his flight.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
92 INT. IRON MAN SUIT - NIGHT 92
|
|
91.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY’S POV: his “display” glows in front of us: altitude,
|
|
power, vital signs. Beyond that the live horizon spins and
|
|
jiggles out of control.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
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|
|
93 EXT. SKY - NIGHT 93
|
|
|
|
Tony tucks his arms and legs tight, thrusts his chest,
|
|
eventually finding the Delta Pose. And suddenly he’s in
|
|
control. He pulls a few turns, and swishes along the ribbon
|
|
of headlights on the PCH.
|
|
|
|
Then he carves a turn out over the ocean, dives. Whooping
|
|
like a kid on a coaster.
|
|
|
|
The waves flash by fifty feet below and returning to shore,
|
|
he arcs into a high performance climb, passing the Santa
|
|
Monica Pier and sees a Kid on the Ferris wheel spotting
|
|
him. Eyes wide --
|
|
|
|
FLASH TO - KID’S POV: as Iron Man zips past.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
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|
94 EXT. SKY FROM ABOVE A CLOUD - NIGHT 94
|
|
|
|
A glow, then Tony shoots out and keeps ascending; a steel
|
|
Icarus reaching for the heavens.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - TONY’S MASK: ice crystals forming.
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
Power: fifteen percent. Recommend
|
|
you descend and re-charge, Sir.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
But Tony isn’t listening.
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
Acknowledge, Mr. Stark--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
92.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony, intoxicated, as the moon beckons, impossibly bright.
|
|
|
|
TONY’S DISPLAY: as all indicators begin flashing red.
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
Power at five percent. Threshold
|
|
breached --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
A POP then everything goes dark. Tony is yanked from his
|
|
reverie. His display flashes: “SYSTEM SHUT-DOWN”.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Uhh, Jarvis? JARVIS --?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The glow gone from his chest, the suit a dead hull. The
|
|
world starts to pinwheel outside.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
Tony, plummeting back to Earth in a free fall. Piercing the
|
|
clouds, surging towards the L.A. grid.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
STATUS, STATUS! REBOOT --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Then: another POP, and a SURGE. The heads-up display
|
|
flickers back to life, the suit’s power returns.
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
Temporary power restored. Descend
|
|
immediately.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony works the boosters, to get the suit back under
|
|
control.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Jarvis, I think we need to chat
|
|
about, uh, Directive Four.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
93.
|
|
|
|
|
|
May I remind you, the suit feeds
|
|
off the same power source as your
|
|
life-support. A zero-drain of RT
|
|
will likely kill you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
You’re a downer, Jarvis. But I
|
|
appreciate the heads-up.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
Tony, as he descends towards his estate grounds. He
|
|
attempts an elegant landing stance, but can’t quite hold it
|
|
--
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
Shall I take over?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
No, I got it, I got it --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He punches through the roof of his mansion.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
95 INT. TONY’S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 95
|
|
|
|
He plunges through the foyer ceiling--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
96 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 96
|
|
|
|
And crashes through the ceiling of his garage, smashing the
|
|
Shelby Cobra which is parked next to the damaged Saleen.
|
|
|
|
He unlatches his helmet and yanks it off, all the CAR
|
|
ALARMS blaring around him.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Perfect. Let’s do some upgrades.
|
|
94.
|
|
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|
97 INT. LAB - LATER 97
|
|
|
|
Tony’s out of the suit, which hangs nearby. He’s jazzed up,
|
|
typing fast on his terminal.
|
|
|
|
The screens are alive with scrolling data, graphics and
|
|
diagnostic tests. The plasma TV is on low in the b.g.
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
That was quite dangerous, Sir.
|
|
Might I remind you, if the suit
|
|
loses power, so does your heart.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Yeah, and it doesn’t have a seat
|
|
belt either. A few issues: main
|
|
transducer felt sluggish at plus
|
|
forty altitude. Same goes for hull
|
|
pressurization. I’m thinking icing
|
|
might be a factor.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
The suit isn’t rated for high
|
|
altitude. You’re expending eight
|
|
percent power just heating and
|
|
pressurizing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Re-configure using the gold-
|
|
titanium alloy from the Seraphim
|
|
Tactical Satellite. It should
|
|
ensure fuselage integrity to 50
|
|
thousand feet, while maintaining
|
|
power-to-weight ratio.
|
|
|
|
|
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JARVIS (O.S.)
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Shall I render, utilizing proposed
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specifications?
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TONY
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95.
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Wow me.
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On the center screen, the Mark III prototype is being
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“built” by Jarvis.
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The final product appears: an all-gold version of the Mark
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III. Tony regards it.
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TONY
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Hm. Bit ostentatious, don’t you
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think?
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He looks over at --
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His hot-rod and motorcycle.
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TONY
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Add a little red, would you?
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Tony’s distracted by the TV. Local entertainment Reporter
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standing outside Disney Hall. He grabs a remote, turns it
|
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up.
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REPORTER (ON TV)
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Tonight’s Red-Hot Red Carpet is
|
|
here at the Walt Disney Concert
|
|
Hall, where Tony Stark’s third
|
|
annual benefit for the Firefighter
|
|
Family Fund has become the go-to
|
|
charity gala on L.A.’s high-society
|
|
calendar. But this great cause is
|
|
only part of the story--
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The lab begins springing alive as Jarvis preps the various
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machinery.
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REPORTER (ON TV)
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--the man whose name graces the
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|
gold-lettered invitations hasn’t
|
|
been seen in public since his
|
|
highly controversial press
|
|
conference, and rumors abound. Some
|
|
say Stark is suffering from post
|
|
traumatic stress and hasn’t left
|
|
his bed in weeks.
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96.
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Tony returns his attention to the --
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COMPUTER MONITOR: the red and gold Mark III revealed.
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JARVIS (O.S.)
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The work could take till morning to
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complete, Sir.
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TONY
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Good. I should come up for air
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anyway.
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As Tony exits, the Mark III factory gets to work.
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A SIGN: “FIREFIGHTERS FAMILY FUND...”
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98 EXT. DISNEY CONCERT HALL - NIGHT 98
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A fire-truck is parked outside. Obadiah poses for photos on
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the red carpet. The crowd is a mix of kingmakers, pols and
|
|
Generals -- along with celebs and stars.
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|
|
|
Suddenly, all the cameras swing over to Tony, decked out,
|
|
exiting his Audi R8. He sees a white-haired man in a red
|
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smoking jacket, drowning between three hot Women. Tony
|
|
slaps him on the back.
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TONY
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Eyyy, there he is. My man!
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The man turns, it’s not Hugh Hefner, but Stan Lee.
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TONY
|
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Sorry, thought you were someone
|
|
else.
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Tony strides up to Obadiah, puts his arm around him and
|
|
poses for photos.
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|
97.
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OBADIAH
|
|
What are you doing here? I thought
|
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you were going to lay low.
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TONY
|
|
It’s time to start showing my face
|
|
again.
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OBADIAH
|
|
Let’s just take it slow, okay. I
|
|
got the board right where we want
|
|
them.
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TONY
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Great.
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Tony doesn’t want to talk to them.
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TONY
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|
See ya inside.
|
|
(smile)
|
|
Lots to talk about.
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He heads inside.
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|
99 INT. DISNEY CONCERT HALL - NIGHT 99
|
|
|
|
A classy band and polite dancing. We TRACK IN on Tony at
|
|
the bar, passing Patrons whispering and flicking glances.
|
|
|
|
MAN (O.S.)
|
|
Mr. Stark.
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|
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|
He turns to find Phil Coulson, all business.
|
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|
COULSON
|
|
Agent Coulson.
|
|
98.
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TONY
|
|
Oh-- was I supposed to meet you
|
|
here?
|
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|
COULSON
|
|
No, but you haven’t been returning
|
|
my calls. This is serious, we need
|
|
to get something on the books or
|
|
I’ll have to go official on you.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
|
Tony sees Pepper coming down the stairs. She looks stunning
|
|
in a classic gown.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Yes, you’re right. I’m going to
|
|
handle this right now. Let me check
|
|
with my assistant.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony beelines for Pepper. She’s surprised to see him.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Miss Potts -- can I have five
|
|
minutes? You look-- you look like
|
|
should always wear that dress.
|
|
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|
PEPPER
|
|
Thanks. It was a birthday present--
|
|
from you.
|
|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
I have great taste. Care to dance?
|
|
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|
|
|
|
|
Tony takes her hand and whisks her onto the dance floor.
|
|
|
|
Tony and Pepper dance, looking good together. Natural.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
99.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I’m sorry. Am I making you
|
|
uncomfortable? You seem very
|
|
uncomfortable.
|
|
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|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
No, I always forget to wear
|
|
deodorant and dance with my boss in
|
|
front of everyone I’ve ever worked
|
|
with in a chiffon dress.
|
|
|
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|
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|
|
TONY
|
|
Would it help if I fired you?
|
|
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|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
You wouldn’t last a week without
|
|
me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
I’m not so sure.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
What’s your Social Security number?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
(smiles)
|
|
Uh--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
119-64-5484
|
|
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|
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|
|
Off a shared smile we--
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
100.
|
|
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|
|
|
100 EXT. DISNEY CONCERT HALL VERANDA - NIGHT 100
|
|
|
|
Tony and Pepper under the stars, close together.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I’m sorry I was so uncomfortable. I
|
|
hate being the center of attention
|
|
like that and that’s why this one
|
|
time in high school when I was
|
|
supposed to be in a play-- no,
|
|
never mind-- but you know that’s
|
|
why I never like, wanted to have a
|
|
big wedding-- you know, because I
|
|
thought everyone would be looking
|
|
at me wearing a dress. Oh, no, no--
|
|
I’m not saying, like, “wedding.”
|
|
No, not like that. I’m just saying,
|
|
you know--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He plants one on her. She gets quiet. They both do. Then--
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Can I get you another glass of
|
|
wine?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
A vodka martini, extra dry, with
|
|
extra olives as soon as possible.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Okay.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He goes, then is stopped.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
And, Tony--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
(waits)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
101.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I’m not a cheeseburger.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
(smiles)
|
|
No. You’re not a cheeseburger.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He goes. She flushes.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
101 INT. DISNEY CONCERT HALL - NIGHT 101
|
|
|
|
The party going full tilt. Tony takes two drinks from the
|
|
Bartender. Turns to find himself face-to-face with --
|
|
|
|
The reporter, Christine. The one-night stand he can’t
|
|
escape.
|
|
|
|
CHRISTINE
|
|
Mr. Stark! I was hoping I could get
|
|
that reaction from you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
How’s panic?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CHRISTINE
|
|
I was referring to your company’s
|
|
involvement in this latest
|
|
atrocity.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Hey, they just put my name on the
|
|
invitations --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
She thrusts a dossier of photos out to him.
|
|
|
|
CHRISTINE
|
|
Is this what you call
|
|
accountability?
|
|
102.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He looks at the photos, going stone-faced.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
When were these taken?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CHRISTINE
|
|
Yesterday. Good P.R. move, you tell
|
|
the world you’re a changed man,
|
|
even I believed you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
THE PHOTOS: victorious insurgents, the Ten Rings insignia
|
|
on their vehicles, clutch Stark machine guns, RPGs. Behind,
|
|
a town burns, bodies strewn.
|
|
|
|
A photo of civilians being marched in rows, pre-execution,
|
|
Stark weapons trained at their backs.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
I didn’t approve this shipment.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CHRISTINE
|
|
Well your company did.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Come with me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He leaves, making a bee line for--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
102 EXT. DISNEY CONCERT HALL - MINUTES LATER - NIGHT 102
|
|
|
|
Tony strides out to the red-carpet paparazzi.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
I made some promises I’m not going
|
|
to be able to keep. I suggest you
|
|
pull all your money out of Stark
|
|
Industries immediately --
|
|
103.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Obadiah is suddenly there, steering Tony up the entrance
|
|
stairs.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Is this like a tick for you?
|
|
Whenever you have a feeling, you
|
|
start going to all the people who
|
|
don’t trust you, who don’t protect
|
|
you. They’re going to put a spin on
|
|
everything you say.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Wait a minute. I got to ask you
|
|
something. I’m dead serious about
|
|
this. I’m not kidding. Am I losing
|
|
my mind or is Pepper really cute?
|
|
Do you think she’s attractive and
|
|
interesting, or is it just that her
|
|
hair is down? I’ve been out of the
|
|
game for a while.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Are you out of your mind. You’re
|
|
messing with the “guys in the
|
|
rooms”, we’re talking about billion
|
|
dollar interests, the world order -
|
|
-
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
I’m not worried about that right
|
|
now --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
-- you should be. You’ll disappear.
|
|
I can’t protect you against people
|
|
like that --?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The Paparazzi has snuck up on them, snapping photos.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
DO YOU MIND?
|
|
104.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
They go further up the stairs.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Tony don’t be so naive --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
-- naive? I was naive before, when
|
|
I was growing up and they told me
|
|
don’t ever cross this line, this is
|
|
how we do business. In the meantime
|
|
we’re double-dealing under the
|
|
table. We don’t even deserve to
|
|
represent the United States --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
-- Tony, you’re a child --!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
-- you don’t believe I can turn
|
|
this company around, do you --?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
-- you’ve got about as much control
|
|
over things as a child riding in
|
|
the backseat of your father’s car
|
|
with a red plastic steering wheel
|
|
in your hand.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Maybe I’ll just get out of the car.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
You’re not even allowed in the car.
|
|
(then)
|
|
I’m the one who’s filing the
|
|
injunction against you.
|
|
105.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony is shell-shocked. Then, he goes after Obadiah. They
|
|
jostle and Obadiah backs off as Tony goes ballistic. The
|
|
paparazzi snap photos.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
It’s the only way I could protect
|
|
you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Aki (from earlier) and several Obadiah’s Men, smiling, but
|
|
steely-eyed, step in to prevent Tony from following Obadiah
|
|
to his waiting car.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
(yelling after Obadiah)
|
|
This is going to stop.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
103 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - NIGHT 103
|
|
|
|
Tony, wearing a Mark III gauntlet, wired to his RT chest-
|
|
piece, turns a screwdriver to adjust the power.
|
|
|
|
On the wall beside him a flat screen TV: live war footage,
|
|
refugees huddled. The bottom crawl reads, “BREAKING NEWS -
|
|
TRAGEDY IN GULMIRA.”
|
|
|
|
TV REPORTER’S VOICE the ten mile drive to the outskirts of
|
|
Gulmira can only be described as a descent into Hell, into
|
|
a modern-day Heart of Darkness.
|
|
|
|
Simple farmers and herders, from peaceful villages, driven
|
|
from their homes at the butt of Western rifles and the
|
|
turrets of modern tanks. Displaced from their lands by
|
|
Warlords and insurgent groups emboldened by their newfound
|
|
power, a power fueled by high-tech weapons easily purchased
|
|
with Poppy money on the black market and further
|
|
destabilizing a fragile region which for decades has been a
|
|
tinderbox of tribal feuding and ethnic hatred.
|
|
|
|
Tony aims the gauntlet at some light fixtures. Gives them
|
|
an RT blast. They spark and fall from the ceiling.
|
|
|
|
TV REPORTER’S VOICE (CONT’D)
|
|
106.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The villagers have taken shelter in
|
|
whatever crude dwellings they can
|
|
find -- in the ruins of other razed
|
|
villages, in the cold barren
|
|
scrublands, or in the remnants of
|
|
an old Soviet smelting plant. Our
|
|
translator relayed to us one human
|
|
tragedy after another.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
A seven year old boy, thin as a scarecrow,clutching
|
|
yellowed photographs and holding them out to anyone who
|
|
would stop, with a child’s simple question: where are my
|
|
mother and father?
|
|
|
|
A woman, begging for news of her husband, who’d been
|
|
kidnapped by insurgents, either forced to join their
|
|
militia, or to be shot without reason.
|
|
|
|
Tony adjusts the gauntlet again, raising the power level.
|
|
Blasts a window in the lab, shattering the glass and
|
|
knocking a painting off the wall.
|
|
|
|
TV REPORTER’S VOICE (CONT’D)
|
|
With no political will or
|
|
international pressure, there is
|
|
little hope for these newly-formed
|
|
refugees. Refugees who can only
|
|
wonder one thing: is the world
|
|
watching?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
A final adjustment. Another RT blast, this time Tony wipes
|
|
out the plasma TV screen.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
104 INT. TONY`S WORKSHOP NEW ANGLE - MINUTES LATER 104
|
|
|
|
Pepper enters, regards the destruction, the massive hole in
|
|
the ceiling, then Tony. He is stoic.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Are you going to tell me what’s
|
|
going on?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
(never looking at her)
|
|
107.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Get my house in Dubai ready. I want
|
|
to throw a party.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
She’s flustered by his abrupt tone.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Yes. Mr. Stark.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
105 EXT. DUBAI SKYLINE - ESTABLISHING - STOCK FOOTAGE - DUSK 105
|
|
|
|
|
|
106 EXT. TONY’S DUBAI VILLA - DUSK 106
|
|
|
|
Festively lit up, music cranking. Expensive cars pulling
|
|
up, valets scurrying. Beautiful people everywhere.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
107 INT. DUBAI VILLA - SAME TIME - DUSK 107
|
|
|
|
Tony weaves through glitzy guests, saying hello, shaking
|
|
hands, slapping shoulders.
|
|
|
|
TYCOON
|
|
Tony! You never said what is the
|
|
big occasion?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Ever known me to need one?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The Tycoon laughs, as Tony keeps moving.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
108 EXT. TONY’S DUBAI VILLA - POOLSIDE - HOURS LATER - NIGHT 108
|
|
|
|
The party in full tilt now. Guests dancing everywhere, or
|
|
splashing around in the pool.
|
|
|
|
Tony moves along, arm-in-arm with two exotic beauties
|
|
(DUBAI BEAUTY #1 & DUBAI BEAUTY #2). Pepper approaches him.
|
|
108.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Well you seem back in old form.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Life of the party -- isn’t that
|
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what everyone wanted?
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(then)
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Cue the fireworks in five, would
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you?
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DUBAI BEAUTY #1
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Kinky!
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He stumbles towards the house with the two giggling women
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PEPPER
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Sure.
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(with edge)
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Don’t hurt yourself.
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109 INT. MASTER BEDROOM - TONY’S DUBAI VILLA - MINUTES LATER - 109
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NIGHT
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The Dubai beauties tumble onto the huge bed.
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TONY
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I’ll be right back. Why don’t you
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two get started without me.
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They laugh and he checks his watch, then slips out a side
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door, instantly sober.
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110 EXT. TONY’S DUBAI VILLA - POOLSIDE - MINUTES LATER - NIGHT 110
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Guests congregate, watching the massive fireworks show. The
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HISS and BOOM of launching and bursting rockets.
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NEW ANGLE - PEPPER
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109.
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Alone, staring off. She spots a streaking ‘rocket’, but
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unlike the others, it disappears without exploding.
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CLOSER - FIREWORKS: heavy concussion, lighting up the sky.
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111 EXT. SKY - DAWN 111
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Tony flying against the backdrop of rising dawn. Peaceful.
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112 EXT. GULMIRA - DAY 112
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A mortar explodes in our face.
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Smoke drifts away revealing a terrified MOTHER and her FOUR
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KIDS huddled in a cave-like crawlspace. She doesn’t have
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enough arms to cover them all.
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THEIR POV - OF ‘ALLEY’ OUTSIDE: an abandoned industrial
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facility. GUNFIRE, SCREAMING.
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In the distance ragged tents and shanties are beset upon by
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black clad Irregular Forces, firing and burning and
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destroying.
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Soldiers toss grenades into rat holes. Hunter-killer teams
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fire at offscreen targets then smile with satisfaction.
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The oldest of the four kids in the crawlspace darts out
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into the alley, frantically calling --
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KID
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Arto! ARTO!
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On his way back he’s surprised by a four man hunter-killer
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team. They shout at him to drop the puppy, but he won’t.
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The men cock their guns, briefly distracted by a strange
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rocket-streak in the sky.
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Never mind, they take aim on the boy, and are about to fire
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when IRON MAN lands before them, slamming his fist to the
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ground in the classic Granov fist smash.
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110.
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With a single RT blast the Soldiers are thrown fifty yards.
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Tony scoops up the Kid, with the barking mutt in his arms,
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and they take off.
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NEW ANGLE - CRAWLSPACE
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Iron Man drops down, delivering Kid and dog back to safety.
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The Kid, ignoring his mother’s protests, darts back out to
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watch Iron Man. He sees a soldier flying like a ragdoll
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from behind a heap of bricks.
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The Boy moves for a better view and sees Iron Man in full
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terrible glory, deflecting withering fire while laying
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waste to a cluster of militants with his fists and bursts
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of RT.
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Refugees slowly emerge from their cover, stunned to watch
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Soldiers retreating in fear.
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Raza, his wounds healed like papier-mâché, observing his
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retreating men from a command post. He grabs a rifle, steps
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through a building, and spots Iron Man, in the distance,
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throwing a Soldier through a wall.
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Raza scrunches into nook, riveted.
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NEW ANGLE - IRON MAN
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Picks a Soldier up, who’s about to fire an RPG. Holds an RT
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palm to the man’s face.
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SOLDIER
|
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(shuddering in terror)
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Geneva Convention! Article Three!
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Geneva Convention --
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Tony disarms the soldier, tosses him down. The Soldier
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scrambles away for his life.
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Suddenly Tony is jarred by a sniper’s bullet.
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113 INT. TONY’S SUIT - SAME TIME 113
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A thermal silhouette of a rooftop sniper. Tony fires RT,
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but “OUT OF RANGE” flashes.
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111.
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Tony is hit again. He spots a Jeep wheel and grabs it.
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Calculations cascade across Tony’s display, culminating in
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a hyperbolic arc with a blinking target.
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CUT TO:
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Full view of Tony as he whips the wheel like a discus.
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The Sniper, as he’s hit and flies off the roof.
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Tony, turning, intrepid -- he’s ready to mop up the rest.
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114 INT. CENTRAL AIR OPS CTR - EDWARDS AFB - SAME TIME - NIGHT 114
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|
In the glow of consoles, and on huge SCREENS, Officers
|
|
watch grainy satellite views of the action on the ground.
|
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|
SCREENS: A vague figure moving through the battle haze and
|
|
smoke. Flying, blasting, Insurgents fleeing.
|
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|
MAJOR ALLEN (50s) enters the CAOC, taking in the Images.
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MAJOR ALLEN
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|
Are we in there?
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OFFICER
|
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Negative, it’s a local skirmish,
|
|
green-on-green.
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|
MAJOR ALLEN
|
|
(scrutinizing the
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|
screens)
|
|
Anyone want to tell me what the
|
|
hell I’m looking at?
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|
112.
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|
OFFICER
|
|
A drone? An advanced robotic? We
|
|
don’t know what it is, Sir.
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|
MAJOR ALLEN
|
|
Get someone down here from Weapons
|
|
Development -- now.
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115 EXT. GULMIRA - SAME TIME - DAY 115
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|
Emboldened Refugees emerge from hiding in droves, when a
|
|
tank shell blasts the building next to Tony. He staggers.
|
|
The tank rolls towards him smashing makeshift hovels.
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|
Tony gets to his feet, squares off with the tank, its
|
|
turret zeroing on him.
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Tony’s H.U.D.: switching to a schematic overlay of the
|
|
Stark- designed tank. He identifies its weak spot, then --
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CUT TO:
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|
A forearm panel pops open on Tony’s suit, revealing a mini-
|
|
missile pod. He fires and the missile nails the weak spot.
|
|
A chain reaction, then the tank explodes, raining debris.
|
|
|
|
Then Tony is surprised from behind. He whirls, brandishing
|
|
his glowing palm.
|
|
|
|
But it’s only the little Boy from earlier, holding an apple
|
|
out to him.
|
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|
He musses the boy’s hair, waves and takes off. The Kid
|
|
watches in awe.
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|
|
ANGLE ON - RAZA
|
|
|
|
Like a rat hiding in a crawlspace. He dials on a Sat-Phone,
|
|
watching as Iron Man flies below the rafters.
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
(subtitled)
|
|
Put me through to the boss.
|
|
113.
|
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|
ANGLE ON - REFUGEES
|
|
|
|
Cheering faces as Tony does a low pass over them, and
|
|
climbs into the sky.
|
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|
|
The battlefield smolders below as Tony rises to the clouds.
|
|
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|
116 INT. TONY’S SUIT - SAME TIME - DAY 116
|
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|
TONY
|
|
Jarvis, plot a course for home.
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117 INT. CENTRAL AIR OPS CTR - SAME TIME - NIGHT 117
|
|
|
|
Rhodey enters, pulling off his jacket. He paces past
|
|
screens taking in the SAT-IMAGES of Iron Man’s assault on
|
|
Gulmira.
|
|
|
|
MAJOR ALLEN
|
|
So what do we have here, Rhodes?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
I don’t think it’s Russian, or
|
|
Chinese.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
MAJOR ALLEN
|
|
Then where did it come from?
|
|
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|
RHODEY
|
|
(thinking, then)
|
|
Let me make a call.
|
|
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|
|
Rhodey punches a number on a console. All around him,
|
|
pixelated images of destruction.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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114.
|
|
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|
|
|
An INCOMING CALL flashes up on Tony’s HUD. D.O.D. EMERGENCY
|
|
CALL.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
(hesitates, then)
|
|
Put it through, Jarvis.
|
|
(listens)
|
|
Yeah?
|
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
Rhodey paces listening to the headset, away from the chaos.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Tony, it’s Rhodey.
|
|
(then)
|
|
What the hell’s that noise?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
I’m in the convertible. Not the
|
|
best time --
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
TONY’S SUIT
|
|
|
|
RHODEY (O.S.)
|
|
I need a quick ID. What do you know
|
|
about un-manned combat robotics,
|
|
with air-ground capabilities.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Never heard of anything like that.
|
|
Why?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
CAOC, a TOPO MAP showing Iron Man’s “dot” about to cross a
|
|
line.
|
|
|
|
OFFICER
|
|
UAV has entered the no-fly zone--
|
|
115.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Because I think I’m staring at one
|
|
right now, and it’s about get blown
|
|
to Kingdom Come.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
ALARMS add to the frenzy of the control room.
|
|
|
|
MAJOR ALLEN
|
|
Rhodes! You got something for me?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
Uhh-- ’kingdom come’?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
Two USAF F-22 Raptors flash out of the clouds like sharks.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
TONY’S HUD: His ALARM SOUNDS, “PROXIMITY WARNING” FLASHES.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
This is my exit -- gotta go.
|
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
118 EXT. SKY 118
|
|
|
|
FRONTAL: we see Tony going turbo and rolling out of view in
|
|
a treacherous bank. The F-22s curve expertly onto his tail.
|
|
|
|
VIPER 1 (O.S.)
|
|
Ballroom Control -- this is Viper 1
|
|
& 2 checking in. UAV is in sight.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
MAJOR ALLEN (O.S.)
|
|
Viper: target at 330 for 10 miles.
|
|
116.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony screams past us, trying to outrun the pursuing jets.
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
119 INT. CONTROL ROOM 119
|
|
|
|
The CAOC SCREENS now fill up with images from the belly-
|
|
cams of the Raptors. The pursuit of Iron Man. Awe-
|
|
inspiring.
|
|
|
|
Officers react. Rhodey’s face. Holy shit. What is it?
|
|
|
|
|
|
120 INT. F-22 VIPER 1 - FLYING - SAME TIME - DAY 120
|
|
|
|
From behind the Pilot: as he fights to stay with Tony.
|
|
|
|
VIPER 1
|
|
Ballroom, contact appears to be an
|
|
unmanned aerial vehicle--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
MAJOR ALLEN (O.S.)
|
|
Ballroom copies, you are cleared to
|
|
engage.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The cockpit’s BITCHING-BETTY now speaks in a calm voice.
|
|
|
|
BITCHING-BETTY (O.S.)
|
|
Locked on! Locked on!
|
|
|
|
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
Viper 1’s F-22 fires a SIDEWINDER MISSILE.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
Iron Man goes full tilt as the missile closes in fast.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
TONY’S HUD: a red dot moves across the center of his face.
|
|
117.
|
|
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|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
Incoming Sidewinder in five-- four-
|
|
- three-- two--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
‘COUNTER-MEASURES’ flashes on the screen.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
|
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|
|
A hatch opens on the Iron suit. Chaff is released.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
|
The Sidewinder hits the cloud of chaff and the missile
|
|
detonates. Iron Man shoots from the fireball. The Raptors
|
|
veer.
|
|
|
|
Iron Man dives, rolls into dizzying evasive maneuvers.
|
|
Pulling heavy Gs. The F-22s stay glued to his tail.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
HUD: Tony nearly blacks out as the G-Force Meter hits red.
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
Sir, may I remind you that the suit
|
|
can handle these maneuvers. You
|
|
cannot.
|
|
|
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|
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|
CUT TO:
|
|
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|
The F-22s now spray heavy cannon-fire in Iron Man’s path.
|
|
|
|
Tracer rounds streak past Tony, exploding, hitting him,
|
|
ricocheting off the armor. Tearing him up.
|
|
|
|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
Jarvis -- AIR BRAKES!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The brakes pop out from the suit and Tony instantly slams
|
|
down to a quarter-speed. The jets blow past him.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
|
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|
VIPER 1
|
|
That was not a drone.
|
|
118.
|
|
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|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Viper 1, checking his scope. Nothing.
|
|
|
|
VIPER 2 (O.S.)
|
|
Where the hell is it?
|
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|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
Rhodey, his wheels beginning to turn, stares at the belly-
|
|
cam monitors. Nothing but sky and clouds. Then --
|
|
|
|
OFFICER
|
|
Lt. Colonel Rhodes, I have Tony
|
|
Stark calling--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Put him through.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The call clicks on Rhodey’s headset. A low ROAR in the b.g.
|
|
Rhodey strains to hear.
|
|
|
|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
Rhodey, I had Jarvis run a check. I
|
|
might have some info on that UAV. A
|
|
piece of gear like that might
|
|
exist. Might definitely exist --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rhodey speaks low, away from the Major.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Wouldn’t happen to be red and gold,
|
|
would it?
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
Viper 1&2 in close formation, searching, searching. Viper 2
|
|
begins to bank slowly, and coming into view Iron Man
|
|
clinging to the underside of one of the Raptors.
|
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|
|
VIPER 1 (O.S.)
|
|
119.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Viper 2 -- he’s on your belly!
|
|
Shake him!
|
|
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|
VIPER 2 (O.S.)
|
|
What--?
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
CONTROL ROOM
|
|
|
|
ALLEN’s eyes go wide at the belly-cam images. The Iron suit
|
|
hangs on for dear life as the Raptor tries to shake it.
|
|
|
|
VIPER 1 (O.S.)
|
|
Ballroom: that is definitely not a
|
|
UAV.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
MAJOR ALLEN
|
|
What is it then?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
VIPER 1 (O.S.)
|
|
I think it’s-- a Man, sir.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PUSH IN: on Rhodey, as all the pieces click.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Son of a bitch.
|
|
(then)
|
|
Tony--!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
But the line is dead.
|
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|
CUT TO:
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Viper 2, frantic, looking out both sides of the cockpit,
|
|
trying to spy Iron Man, shaking the jet harder.
|
|
|
|
VIPER 1 (O.S.)
|
|
Still there Viper 2. ROLL! ROLL!
|
|
120.
|
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|
|
Viper 2 works the stick, world becoming a centrifugal blur.
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
Viper 2 engages in dangerous rolls. The horizon spins as
|
|
Iron Man clings desperately for life.
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
INSIDE SUIT: BUZZERS. WARNING LIGHTS FLASH: “POWER 28%”.
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
Sir: two minutes and there won’t be
|
|
sufficient power to get home.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
Finally, Tony is jarred loose, tumbling and hits Viper 1’s
|
|
tail-fin, shearing it off. The jet careens out of control.
|
|
|
|
VIPER 1 (O.S.)
|
|
I’M HIT!
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
Inside Viper 1’s Raptor, spiraling crazily.
|
|
|
|
Viper 1 pulls his EJECT and blasts out of the crippled jet.
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
The sky, as we fall with Viper 1, his chute failing to open
|
|
as he pulls the damaged lever.
|
|
|
|
And he continues plunging, Earth and sky revolving like
|
|
one.
|
|
|
|
MAJOR ALLEN (O.S.)
|
|
Viper 2, do you see a chute?
|
|
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|
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|
|
VIPER 2 (O.S.)
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Negative! No chute, no chute--
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121.
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CUT TO:
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Iron Man zipping through the clouds.
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JARVIS (O.S.)
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Power critical, set course for home
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immediately.
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But Tony dives, vortices curling off his feet as he pursues
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the tumbling pilot.
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VIPER 2 (O.S.)
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The UAV is going after him! It’s
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attacking--!
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CUT TO:
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Iron Man reaches the pilot, and they are face to face a
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split second, before he yanks the chute mechanism free and
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the chute snaps open, yanking the pilot up and out of view.
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VIPER 2 (O.S.)
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GOOD CHUTE! GOOD CHUTE! You’re not
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gonna believe this, Ballroom-- but
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that thing just saved his ass.
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Iron Man banks sharply, coming dangerously close to the
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ground. Viper 2 barrel-rolls onto his tail.
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CUT TO:
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Rhodey and Major ALLEN are glued to the SCREENS.
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MAJOR ALLEN
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Viper 2: re-engage.
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RHODEY
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-- WAIT --!
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MAJOR ALLEN
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-- TAKE THE TARGET OUT!
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122.
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RHODEY
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Major, call off that Raptor. You
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don’t know what you’re shooting at.
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MAJOR ALLEN
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We’ll find out when recover the
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pieces.
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CUT TO:
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Viper 2’s Bitching Betty activates.
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BITCHING-BETTY (O.S.)
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LOCKED ON! LOCKED ON!
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Viper 2, staying with Tony in a barrel roll--
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VIPER 2
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Ballroom: understand, you want me
|
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to engage the UAV?
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The Pilot’s finger hovers over the kill button.
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CUT TO:
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MAJOR ALLEN
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Copy.
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RHODEY
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Negative, Viper 2, disengage.
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MAJOR ALLEN
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It’s not your call. That thing just
|
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took out an F-22 inside a legal no-
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fly zone.
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(then)
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Viper 2: you get a clean shot you
|
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take it.
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123.
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Rhodey’s eyes are locked on the screens.
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CUT TO:
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Viper 2 fires its missile. It races towards Iron Man.
|
|
Evasive maneuvers, chaff released. Then the explosion, way
|
|
too close for comfort. Iron Man is thrown from the frame by
|
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the fireball.
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CUT TO:
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Iron Man’s “dot” vanishes from the screens.
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MAJOR ALLEN
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Viper 2. Can you confirm the kill?
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VIPER 2 (O.S.)
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I got him good. He went down, he
|
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was smokin’. But I cannot confirm.
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Rhodey reacts.
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121 INT. TONY’S DUBAI VILLA - ALCOVE - SAME TIME - DAY 121
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Pepper sitting on a small bench, head propped in her hand,
|
|
having dozed off.
|
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|
A WHOOSH and a streak flashes outside the window, startling
|
|
her awake.
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|
Pepper rises, looking around, then exits frame --
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122 INT. TONY’S DUBAI VILLA - SITTING ROOM - MINUTES LATER - 122
|
|
DAY
|
|
|
|
Pepper enters, cautiously, moving towards something in the
|
|
shadows. We hinge as she passes us, to REVEAL Tony, sitting
|
|
in a huge chair, the armor scarred and still smoking.
|
|
Helmet off, bleeding from the nose and ears. A drink in one
|
|
shaky hand.
|
|
124.
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TONY
|
|
Get me home--
|
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|
123 EXT. SNOW-COVERED WASTELAND - OUTSKIRTS OF GULMIRA - NIGHT 123
|
|
|
|
A few yurts. Raza’s bivouacked men lick their battle
|
|
wounds. A devastated band. They grab their guns and stand-
|
|
to as a train of black Suburbans arrive. Private Security
|
|
Guards exit and take up positions.
|
|
|
|
Then the scarred Raza saunters out of a yurt and goes to
|
|
the lead Suburban. Its door opens and out steps Obadiah
|
|
Stane gazes about, unfazed, then --
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
Welcome.
|
|
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|
|
|
|
Obadiah assesses the scars on Raza’s face.
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
Compliments of Tony Stark.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
If you’d killed him when you were
|
|
supposed to, you’d still have a
|
|
face.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
You paid us trinkets to kill a
|
|
prince. An insult, to me and the
|
|
man whose ring I wear.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - RAZA’S RING: the familiar ten interlocked rings.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
I think it’s best we don’t get him
|
|
involved in this.
|
|
(then)
|
|
I’ve come a long way to see this
|
|
weapon. Show me.
|
|
125.
|
|
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|
|
RAZA
|
|
Come. Leave your guards outside.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
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|
|
124 INT. RAZA’S YURT - NIGHT 124
|
|
|
|
Obadiah enters and stares down, transfixed.
|
|
|
|
STANE’S POV: THE REASSEMBLED GRAY ARMOR suspended on wires.
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
His escape bore unexpected fruit.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
(as it dawns on him)
|
|
--so this is how he did it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
This is only a crude first effort.
|
|
But he’s perfected his design--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Raza hands grainy surveillance photos to Stane.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - VARIOUS PHOTOS: Iron Man wreaking havoc in
|
|
Gulmira.
|
|
|
|
Stane has seen the future. Then he looks down at --
|
|
|
|
Tony’s crusty laptop. The onion-skin schematics.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
What’s this?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
The inside of Tony Stark’s mind.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Raza arranges the schematics on a light board, and the
|
|
sketches laid together become-- Iron Man.
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
126.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Everything you will need to build
|
|
this weapon.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Obadiah is circling the armor now, taking it all in. Raza
|
|
sits and pours tea.
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
Stark has made a masterpiece of
|
|
death. A man with a dozen of these
|
|
could rule from the Pacific to the
|
|
Ukraine. And you dream of Stark’s
|
|
throne -- we have a common enemy.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Now Stane pokes at the vacant hole in the chest plate.
|
|
|
|
RAZA
|
|
If we are back in business, I give
|
|
you these designs as my gift. In
|
|
turn, I hope you will repay me with
|
|
a gift of iron soldiers.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Obadiah smiles, places his hands on Raza’s shoulders, as if
|
|
going to hug him in brotherhood.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
(in perfect Urdu)
|
|
This-- is the only gift you shall
|
|
receive.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Raza is strangely confused. Paralyzed. Blood begins running
|
|
from his ear.
|
|
|
|
And now, in Obadiah’s hand, we realize he’s holding a
|
|
device. A sonic taser.
|
|
|
|
Obadiah removes a pair of filtering ear-plugs as Raza
|
|
crumples to the dirt.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Technology --
|
|
(holds up the taser)
|
|
it’s always been your Achilles
|
|
Heel. Don’t worry, it’ll wear off
|
|
in fifteen minutes -- but that’s
|
|
the least of your problems.
|
|
127.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Obadiah removes Raza’s ring, studies it. Then he turns and
|
|
exits--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
125 EXT. RAZA’S YURT - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 125
|
|
|
|
As he steps out of the tent, Obadiah sees by the Suburbans,
|
|
Raza’s men kneel, guns to their heads.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
(to head guard)
|
|
Crate up that armor and the rest of
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
We TRACK WITH Obadiah as he passes Raza’s kneeling men.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Send them to their virgins.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The SOUND of MACHINE GUN FIRE. Obadiah does not flinch.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
126 INT. PHIL COULSON’S OFFICE - DAY 126
|
|
|
|
Phil Coulson at his desk. He picks up the phone and dials.
|
|
|
|
COULSON
|
|
Ms. Potts. It’s Agent Coulson from
|
|
the Strategic Homeland Inter--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER (O.S.)
|
|
Yes, I know. Unfortunately Tony is
|
|
not going to be available to sit
|
|
down with you for a while.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
COULSON
|
|
Really? And why is that?
|
|
128.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER (O.S.)
|
|
He’s uh, there’s a-- Tony won’t be-
|
|
-
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
COULSON
|
|
Maybe I can meet with you instead?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
INTERCUT - TONY’S LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Why? I don’t know anything.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
COULSON (O.S.)
|
|
About what?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
About anything.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
There’s a BUZZ. Pepper eyes the security monitor and sees
|
|
Rhodey.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY (ON MONITOR)
|
|
Pepper. It’s Rhodey.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
(pressing a button)
|
|
Come in.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
COULSON (O.S.)
|
|
I’d just like to ask you a few
|
|
questions.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
129.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I’m really jammed right now. Booked
|
|
solid for the next few weeks. I
|
|
have to go.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rhodey enters, grim.
|
|
|
|
COULSON
|
|
Let’s just put something on the
|
|
books. How about
|
|
(checks his calendar)
|
|
the twenty-eighth? Seven PM, at
|
|
Stark Industries?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Great. Perfect. Bye.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
She hangs up.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
How’s he doing?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Not so good.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
I want to see him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
You can’t see him right now.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rhodey eyes the hole in the ceiling, worried now.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
What the hell is going on here?
|
|
(off her silence)
|
|
Let me in there, Pepper.
|
|
130.
|
|
|
|
|
|
She faces off with him. Then allows him by.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
You want to see him? Fine. See what
|
|
you’ve done to him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
127 INT. TONY’S BEDROOM - STARK ESTATE - MINUTES LATER 127
|
|
|
|
Tony lies in bed, tethered to all sorts of medical
|
|
equipment.
|
|
|
|
Rhodey enters, stunned at Tony’s state. Pulls up a chair
|
|
and sits. Tony drifts in and out of consciousness.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Look at you-- what were you
|
|
thinking?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Weapons I built are being used to
|
|
kill innocent people. Can’t let
|
|
that happen anymore.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
You can’t go around and blow up
|
|
stuff every time you see something
|
|
you don’t like on TV.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Yes I can.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
You got lucky, next time they’ll
|
|
blow you to pieces.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Next time, maybe I won’t play
|
|
defense.
|
|
131.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rhodey, floored, gets to his feet. Paces.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Does Pepper know about this?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He nods, his eyes starting to flicker.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
You’ve put me in a tough spot here.
|
|
What am I supposed to do?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
That’s up to you. I’ve made my
|
|
choice -- I’m not going to sit on
|
|
the sidelines anymore -- I’m going
|
|
to fight for what’s right.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Don’t you get it? It’s not up to us
|
|
to decide.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
That’s where you’re wrong--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He drifts into unconsciousness.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
128 INT.SUB-BASEMENT PIPE ROOM - STARK INTERNATIONAL HQ - DAY 128
|
|
|
|
Windowless and full of pipes. The Mark I armor, dissected
|
|
into its pieces, hovers mid air, suspended by wires.
|
|
|
|
Elite Engineers from the Stark empire are hard at work,
|
|
milling and machining armored parts. Obadiah walks among
|
|
them.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
132.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Civilization, gentlemen, has been
|
|
preserved by the right people
|
|
having the right idea at the right
|
|
time. You are shaping in your
|
|
hands, this very moment, the future
|
|
of this company, and this nation.
|
|
But it is imperative this project
|
|
remain data-masked, that it’s
|
|
existence never leave these walls.
|
|
Make no mistake -- this is a
|
|
‘tool’, that in wrong hands, could
|
|
jeopardize civilization as we know
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Obadiah faces the Head Engineer.
|
|
|
|
HEAD ENGINEER
|
|
Give us full access to the Sampson
|
|
Cluster, and we’ll have you a
|
|
prototype in record time.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
The Sampson’s yours. We go 24-7.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
129 EXT. CAVE - AFGHANISTAN - DAY 129
|
|
|
|
Yinsen, framed by the mountains in the b.g., stares at us.
|
|
|
|
YINSEN
|
|
Are you on the right path? I don’t
|
|
know-- what does your heart tell
|
|
you, Stark?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
HOLD on Yinsen, then --
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
130 INT. TONY’S BEDROOM - DAY 130
|
|
|
|
Tony waking up in his gilded bedroom, alone.
|
|
133.
|
|
|
|
|
|
He catches his own sad reflection in a mirror. Hooked up to
|
|
IVs and machinery that PINGS and HISSES.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
131 INT. TONY’S BEDROOM - DAY 131
|
|
|
|
Pepper enters and finds Tony’s bed empty.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
132 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - DAY 132
|
|
|
|
Pepper enters as Tony toils away at an eviscerated suit
|
|
suspended from a chain winch.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
This device will hack into Stark
|
|
Industries mainframe. I need you to
|
|
go to there and retrieve all
|
|
shipping manifests.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
What are you doing? Absolutely not
|
|
you should be in bed--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
--they’ve been dealing weapons
|
|
under the table and I’m going to
|
|
stop them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Absolutely not. I’m not helping you
|
|
with anything if you’re going to
|
|
start this again.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
There is nothing else. There’s no
|
|
art opening. There’s no benefit.
|
|
There’s nothing to sign. There’s no
|
|
decisions to be made. There’s the
|
|
next mission and nothing else.
|
|
There’s nothing except this.
|
|
134.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I quit.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Really? You stood there by my side
|
|
when all I did was reap the
|
|
benefits of wholesale
|
|
irresponsibility and destruction
|
|
and now that I’m trying to right
|
|
those wrongs and protect the people
|
|
I put in harms way you’re going to
|
|
walk out on me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
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You’re going to kill yourself. I
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can’t support that.
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TONY
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So far so good.
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(beat)
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Pepper. I know what I have to do. I
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don’t know if I can, but I know in
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my heart that it’s right. And you
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do too. And I can’t do it without
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you.
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133 INT. SUB-BASEMENT PIPE ROOM - SAME TIME - DAY 133
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Obadiah, next to his Head Engineer. Behind them are the
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hulking steel legs of the Dynamo, extending out of frame.
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The sparks from a welding gun shower down.
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HEAD ENGINEER
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There’s no technology that can
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power this thing.
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OBADIAH
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I told you, miniaturize the ARK
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reactor.
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135.
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HEAD ENGINEER
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I’m sorry, Mr. Stane, I’ve tried.
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What you’re asking for can’t be
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done.
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OBADIAH
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Tony Stark was able to do it in a
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cave -- with a box of scraps.
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HEAD ENGINEER
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Well-- I’m not Tony Stark.
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HOLD ON - OBADIAH: his mind churning something.
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134 INT. HALLWAY - STARK INDUSTRIES - NIGHT 134
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After hours, few people around. Pepper hurries down the
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dimmed main hallway of Stark Industries. Casting nervous
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glances back behind her.
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135 INT. TONY’S OFFICE - MINUTES LATER - DAY 135
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Pepper at Tony’s computer. She plugs in the hacking device
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(the size of a jump-drive) Tony gave her.
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MONITOR: the screen as the device starts hacking through
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Obadiah’s passwords, firewalls, security nets.
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She’s in. She watches items scroll up from Obadiah’s hard
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drive.
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MONITOR: Jericho Missile orders. Shipping manifests.
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PEPPER
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Make a copy of everything--
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136.
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More. Schematics and blueprints. For sections of the Dynamo
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suit. For the pipe room under the Ark Reactor.
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PEPPER
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What are you doing, Obadiah?
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She glances towards the door, thinking she heard something.
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Waits. Nothing.
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THE MONITOR: an icon now appears, with Arabic text
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underneath. An icon for a video clip.
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She double clicks, watches MONITOR a grainy video clip
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opens: Tony, half-dead, tied to a chair. Raza and his
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henchmen behind him. It’s the ‘decapitation tape’ made in
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the cave months ago.
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She shakes her head, disbelieving.
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PEPPER
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Translate--
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CLOSE ON - MONITOR: as the clip plays, the translated text
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appears like subtitles: “Obadiah Stane, you have deceived
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us...the price to kill Tony Stark has just gone up...”
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Pepper, shell-shocked, gapes at the monitor.
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PEPPER’S POV: she looks up from the monitor to see Stane
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standing there in the doorway.
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She nearly leaps out of her skin.
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OBADIAH
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What a nice surprise.
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PEPPER
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I-- just wanted to get some of my
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personal stuff.
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(nods to the monitor)
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And my resume. In case.
|
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(grins)
|
|
You know how I love job hunting.
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|
137.
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He circles around the desk and Pepper quickly changes
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screens, replacing the DOWNLOAD INDICATOR with GOOGLE.
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OBADIAH
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|
How’s Tony?
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PEPPER
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Honestly-- I don’t know. He’s shut
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me out.
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OBADIAH
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You and everyone else.
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He circles her, picking up a photo on the desk of Tony.
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|
Pepper stiffens, flicks a glance at the hacking jump-drive
|
|
protruding. The WHIRR and GRIND of the hard drive as it
|
|
copies Stane’s files.
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|
PEPPER
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|
This-- thing between you, it’s
|
|
hurting him. You’re the only real
|
|
father Tony ever had. It would mean
|
|
so much if you could just talk --
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OBADIAH
|
|
(matter-of-fact)
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|
Tony’s imploding -- it’s
|
|
unfortunate.
|
|
(then)
|
|
You should consider whether you
|
|
want to take that ride with him.
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|
PEPPER
|
|
“Unfortunate?”
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OBADIAH
|
|
You know I love Tony -- but this is
|
|
business. We can’t save him, but we
|
|
can save his legacy.
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|
138.
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She flashes to the download screen, “87%” completed.
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|
OBADIAH
|
|
It’s tragic, but-- Tony never
|
|
really came home, did he?
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|
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|
|
|
He circles behind her again, looking closely at the screen
|
|
again depicting Google ads.
|
|
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|
OBADIAH
|
|
This company has a bright future,
|
|
I’d like you to be a part of it.
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|
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|
|
He smiles and touches her cheek. She shuts off the
|
|
computer.
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|
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|
OBADIAH
|
|
Tony doesn’t understand your value.
|
|
He never did.
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|
PEPPER
|
|
Are you-- offering me a job?
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|
OBADIAH
|
|
Think about it.
|
|
(then)
|
|
Come on, I’ll walk you out.
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|
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|
|
He takes her box of personal effects, waits for her. As she
|
|
passes the computer, she snatches the jump drive out,
|
|
palming it. A tense moment: did he see her?
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|
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|
136 INT. LOBBY - STARK INDUSTRIES - DAY 136
|
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|
Pepper descends the stairs as Obadiah hovers above on the
|
|
balcony railing watching her.
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|
PEPPER’S POV: by the Security Desk, a savior: Agent Coulson
|
|
gestures and argues with the Security Guard.
|
|
139.
|
|
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|
|
|
Pepper rushes over, startles Coulson by linking arms with
|
|
him and dragging him towards the door.
|
|
|
|
COULSON
|
|
Miss Potts, did you forget our
|
|
appointment?
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
No. Of course not. I’ve been very
|
|
much looking forward to it.
|
|
Let’s--
|
|
(looks over her shoulder)
|
|
why don’t we do this somewhere
|
|
else?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
They push outside. Obadiah still watches from above.
|
|
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|
137 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - NIGHT 137
|
|
|
|
Noisy as Tony slaves away on the CNC machine. Behind him
|
|
is--
|
|
|
|
A SCREEN: listing six messages, all the same: “MISSED CALL
|
|
- PEPPER.”
|
|
|
|
Suddenly, the CNC machine powers down unexpectedly.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
What gives, Jarvis?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
You have a visitor, Sir. Obadiah
|
|
Stane is here.
|
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
138 INT. TONY’S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 138
|
|
|
|
Obadiah holds a pizza.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
140.
|
|
|
|
|
|
It’s UNOS. Four cheese. I just had
|
|
it flown in from Chicago.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony remains stoic. Obadiah puts the pizza down, crosses to
|
|
Tony and hands him a letter.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
I’d like you to proofread something
|
|
for me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
Would you like me to spell-check
|
|
it, Sir?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Can you turn him off? All the way?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
(as he scans the letter)
|
|
Spin down Jarvis.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony looks up from the letter, surprised.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Your resignation.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
You were right. It’s not my company
|
|
-- not my name on the building.
|
|
We were a great team-- but I guess
|
|
this is where our paths diverge.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony hears a blip from the phone system.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - ANSWERING SYSTEM LCD
|
|
|
|
“INCOMING. PEPPER POTTS” appears.
|
|
141.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony looks to Obadiah.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Pepper. I should take that.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Tony. Please. I’ll be out of here
|
|
in a minute.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony finally nods, pushes a button, sending the call to
|
|
voicemail.
|
|
|
|
Obadiah meets Tony’s eyes, fatherly. Puts a hand on Tony’s
|
|
shoulder.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
We have too much history to part on
|
|
bad terms. I’d like your blessing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony’s eyes, suddenly registering a paralyzing pain.
|
|
|
|
FLASH ON: Stane’s ear, the blue electronic ‘filter’, like
|
|
the ones he wore with Raza.
|
|
|
|
Tony sinks back in his chair. Stane places the sonic taser
|
|
down on the table.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Easy, now. Try to breathe--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He kneels beside Tony. Unbuttons Tony’s shirt.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
You can’t mess with progress, Tony.
|
|
It’s an insult to the Gods. You
|
|
created your greatest weapon ever
|
|
but you think that means it belongs
|
|
to you. It belongs to the world.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - TONY’S EYES: wide with pain, unable to move. All
|
|
he can do is gasp and gurgle as Stane begins removing the
|
|
chest-piece from its socket.
|
|
142.
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
Your “heart” will be the seed of
|
|
the next generation of weapons.
|
|
They’ll help us steer the world
|
|
back in the right direction -- put
|
|
the balance of power back in our
|
|
hands. The right hands.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - OBADIAH: he removes Tony’s “heart”, the RT glow
|
|
reflecting on his face.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
By the time you die, my prototype
|
|
will be operational.
|
|
(smiles)
|
|
It’s not as conservative as yours.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He wraps the heart in cloth. Then stands, clicking off the
|
|
sonic taser and pocketing it.
|
|
|
|
Tony rolls from the chair, onto his back, staring at the
|
|
ceiling. Already slipping away. Then--
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
The sad thing is-- we’re both the
|
|
good guys.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Obadiah kills the lights and leaves
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
139 INT. RHODEY’S OFFICE - NIGHT 139
|
|
|
|
Rhodey is on the phone with Pepper.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
What do you mean, he paid to have
|
|
Tony killed? Slow down. Why would
|
|
Obadiah--
|
|
(listens)
|
|
Where is Tony now?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
A140 INT. PARKING GARAGE - NIGHT A140
|
|
143.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Pepper, Coulson and five dark-suited Agents walk with
|
|
urgency towards two Crown Victorias. Pepper is on her
|
|
cellphone, worried--
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
--I don’t know, he’s not answering
|
|
his phone. Will you just go over
|
|
there and check on him? Thanks
|
|
Rhodey.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
She CLICKS off. The Agents pile into the Crown Vics, and
|
|
Coulson holds a door open for her.
|
|
|
|
Pepper instead beelines for her parked Audi.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I know a shortcut.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
She hops in. Coulson looks at the Agent behind the wheel,
|
|
then back at Pepper.
|
|
|
|
COULSON
|
|
I’ll ride with her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Coulson hurries over, jumps in and the Audi races off. The
|
|
Crown Vics try to keep up.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
141 INT. TONY’S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 141
|
|
|
|
Tony, on fumes, pulls himself up a shelving system. It
|
|
topples, spilling items, including the Lucite-encased heart
|
|
Pepper gave him.
|
|
|
|
He crawls to it, smashes it open.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - TONY’S HAND: lifting the glowing chest piece.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
142 INT. SUB-BASEMENT PIPE ROOM - NIGHT 142
|
|
144.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Obadiah inserts the glowing “heart” he stole from Tony’s
|
|
chest into the Dynamo’s chest. We can only see slivers of
|
|
the full suit on its scaffolding.
|
|
|
|
The heart locks in place and we go --
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - DYNAMO’S EYES: coming alive.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
143 EXT. ARK REACTOR - STARK INT’L HQ - NIGHT 143
|
|
|
|
Pepper and the Agents stand outside the locked door to the
|
|
sub-basement pipe-room. An Agent finishes laying detonator
|
|
cord around the door hinges.
|
|
|
|
AGENT
|
|
Clear.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
They take cover and the Agent hits a clacker. The door is
|
|
blown off its hinges.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
|
144 INT. SUB-BASEMENT PIPE ROOM - NIGHT 144
|
|
|
|
Obadiah looks up at the SECURITY MONITORS: bad news.
|
|
|
|
Pepper and the Agents infiltrating and moving towards the
|
|
pipe room stairway.
|
|
|
|
Obadiah’s face sets. He begins climbing up the scaffolding
|
|
to the Dynamo.
|
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
|
B145 INT. TONY’S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT B145
|
|
|
|
We HEAR A DOOR SPLINTERING. Rhodey rushes in and finds
|
|
traces of blood on the floor. The collapsed shelving unit.
|
|
Tony staggering to stay on his feet.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
TONY--
|
|
145.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Where’s Pepper?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Don’t worry, she’s with the Feds.
|
|
They’re on their way to Stark to
|
|
arrest Obadiah.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
(grim--)
|
|
They’re going to need a lot more
|
|
than a few Agents. Give me hand.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
146 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - NIGHT 146
|
|
|
|
The door swings open and Tony and Rhodey enter. Rhodey
|
|
stops shocked, his eyes playing over The Hall of Armor. The
|
|
hanging Mark II suit. The weaponized battle-ready Mark III.
|
|
Components, rows of helmets, boots, gauntlets and future
|
|
design prototypes littered everywhere.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
147 INT. SUB-BASEMENT PIPE ROOM - NIGHT 147
|
|
|
|
Pepper and the Agents drift through a metal jungle of vats,
|
|
machines, armored limbs and guts hanging from tethers.
|
|
Utility pipes run along the walls.
|
|
|
|
They come upon the Mark I armor and stop, spooked.
|
|
|
|
We notice: an empty scaffolding.
|
|
|
|
Pepper advances, Coulson and his team fanning out.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - AN AGENT: looking off. Suddenly, he’s yanked out
|
|
of frame.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
148 INT. TONY’S WORKSHOP - SAME TIME - NIGHT 148
|
|
146.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rhodey helps Tony rivet a last panel in place, then tosses
|
|
him the Mark III helmet.
|
|
|
|
Tony lowers the helmet. Blasts off through the hole in the
|
|
ceiling, knocking it even wider.
|
|
|
|
Rhodey stares after him, impressed as hell. Then he sees
|
|
the Mark II, beelines for it.
|
|
|
|
Considers, then shakes his head.
|
|
|
|
He moves for Tony’s car collection. Likes the R8. Hops in,
|
|
fires her up and screeches after Tony.
|
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
|
149 INT. SUB-BASEMENT PIPE ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT 149
|
|
|
|
Wandering the fringes, Pepper tries to make a call on her
|
|
cell. No signal.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER’S POV: through the pipes and girders, she spots what
|
|
may be a pair of glowing eyes. The WHIRR of hydraulics and
|
|
GRINDING METAL wild gunfire suddenly breaks out. Bullets
|
|
ricochet, hitting pipes, spewing steam and coolants.
|
|
|
|
Pepper rushes away from the pandemonium.
|
|
|
|
She whirls, squinting through the machine gears and steam,
|
|
seeing flashes of agents running for cover, firing their
|
|
guns at some giant flitting shadow. Another agent is yanked
|
|
out of view and SCREAMS.
|
|
|
|
ANGLE ON - PEPPER
|
|
|
|
Panicked, trying to find a way out.
|
|
|
|
A piece of metal zips at her head, cutting pipes before it
|
|
embeds itself in the cement above her. And now an Agent
|
|
staggers out of the murk with his radio.
|
|
|
|
AGENT
|
|
Agents down, agents down!
|
|
(seeing Pepper)
|
|
GET OUT OF HERE --
|
|
147.
|
|
|
|
|
|
He throttles her towards the exit, then runs off, firing
|
|
and Pepper, halfway up the stairs, turns hearing the three-
|
|
ton THUMP of the Dynamo’s legs charging out of the mist,
|
|
but the armor is too big for the stairwell and crashes into
|
|
it in a shower of debris.
|
|
|
|
All we see is a brightly glowing chest-piece and arms,
|
|
raking cement, grinding, trying to get up the stairs after
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Pepper, who fumbles her way up and out.
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150 EXT. ARK REACTOR - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 150
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Pepper slams the door behind her. Silence. She catches her
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breath, dials on her cell with shaky fingers --
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PEPPER
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Tony! Obadiah’s got a whole
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assembly line under the Ark. He’s
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inside one of them--!
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TONY (O.S.)
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Where are you--?
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Now she hears THUMP from below her. The asphalt cracks.
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Another THUMP and another and Pepper is knocked over as the
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asphalt bulges open to reveal the Dynamo’s fist.
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Her cellphone skitters away. Like a hatching dinosaur, he
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peels away asphalt, pulling himself out of the ground, and
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finally Rises to his full height. He turns, face-to-face
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with Pepper, who’s a gnat against this dull-grey leviathan.
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PEPPER
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(backpedaling)
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Obadiah--
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Dynamo keeps coming, not a single forgiving feature in the
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steel-face and dead eyes. Her foot hits her cellphone and
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she grabs it. And now she’s almost backed up against the
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Plexiglas of the ARK Reactor when --
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PEPPER
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Tony--
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148.
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TONY (O.S.)
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Pepper, I have one thing I need to
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say to you: DUCK!
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Pepper dives as--
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The Dynamo stops, jerking his head up to see Iron Man,
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diving out of the sky at him, feet first.
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He lands on the Dynamo’s shoulders, and the iron giants
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crash back into the hole Dynamo crawled from.
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151 INT. SUB-BASEMENT PIPE ROOM - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 151
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The warriors fall and hit a grating. Dynamo breaks through,
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plunging through pipes and into the water below, while --
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Iron Man tumbles along the unbroken part of the grating and
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falls out of sight.
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152 EXT. ARK REACTOR - SAME TIME - NIGHT 152
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The atrium glass ruptures outward from the underground
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impact. Pepper dives to shield herself.
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She sees the reactor-housing has been cracked. KLAXONS
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BLARE. Warning lights flash as the damaged reactor begins
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to ‘melt down’.
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153 INT. SUB-BASEMENT PIPE ROOM - SECONDS LATER - NIGHT 153
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DYNAMO’S POV: We emerge out of the water, searching for
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Iron Man.
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154 INT. TONY’S SUIT - SAME TIME - NIGHT 154
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149.
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POV - MOVING: sweeping around the steel-maze with his
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INFRARED, but perforated steam pipes cast red plumes and
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confusing shadows everywhere.
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OBADIAH (O.S.)
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It’s miraculous, Tony, it’s your
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Ninth Symphony. Trying to rid the
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world of weapons, you gave it its
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best one ever.
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TONY
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This wasn’t meant for the world.
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Still moving, still swiveling through the murk --
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OBADIAH (O.S.)
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How can you be so selfish? Do you
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understand what you’ve created?
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This will put the balance of power
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back in our hands for decades. Your
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country needs this.
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TONY
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What kind of world will it be when
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everybody’s got one?
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OBADIAH (O.S.)
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Your father helped give us the
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bomb. What kind of world would it
|
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be if he’d failed us?
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155 INT. DYNAMO SUIT - SAME TIME 155
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STANE’S POV: waiting, as Iron Man emerges from behind
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machinery and girders. He doesn’t see Dynamo, who charges -
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-
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CUT TO:
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150.
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156 INT. PIPE ROOM - SAME TIME 156
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Iron Man realizes too late that Dynamo is coming at him
|
|
like a bullet-train. He’s hit, driven backwards in Dynamo’s
|
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vice- grip, and they smash into the cement wall and punch
|
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clean through it onto --
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157 EXT. HIGHWAY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 157
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They crash into a truck trailer, passing through it and
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|
onto the highway, tossing vehicles aside.
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More cars screech, collide. A HYDROGEN-POWERED bus jack-
|
|
knives, narrowly averting disaster. People flee vehicles.
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In Tony’s H.U.D., “INCOMING CALL” flashes--
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PEPPER (O.S.)
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TONY -- ARE YOU THERE?
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TONY
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A little busy, Pepper--
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PEPPER (O.S.)
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The reactor’s been it--
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TONY
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|
Get to the control room. Shut it
|
|
down--
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PEPPER (O.S.)
|
|
How the hell do I shut it down??
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Dynamo rises first, grabs a Volvo station-wagon with a
|
|
stunned mother and kids inside.
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|
Iron Man rises as the Dynamo lifts the car over his head.
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TONY
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|
151.
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Don’t. This is our fight.
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OBADIAH
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People are always going to die,
|
|
Tony -- part of the chess game.
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158 INT. VOLVO - SAME TIME - NIGHT 158
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The world skewed fifteen feet below them. The mother white-
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|
knuckles the steering wheel in terror. The kids scream.
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|
CUT TO:
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Tony, trying his palm RTs. Nothing.
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|
TONY (O.S.)
|
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Emergency power!
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JARVIS (O.S.)
|
|
Sir, you’ll drain the --
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|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
NOW!
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|
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|
Dynamo winds up to throw the car when Iron Man nails him
|
|
with a huge Repulsor blast from his chest. Dynamo is
|
|
knocked back, throwing the car at Iron Man, who catches it.
|
|
|
|
But the weight is too much for his armor to handle and he
|
|
buckles, saving the car from impact, but gets trapped
|
|
underneath it.
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|
CUT TO:
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|
Tony’s HEADS-UP DISPLAY: “POWER CRITICAL: RECHARGING.”
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|
CUT TO:
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|
Inside the Volvo, it takes everyone a moment to realize
|
|
they’re okay. Then, as Dynamo clumps towards them--
|
|
152.
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|
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KID IN THE BACKSEAT
|
|
GO, MOM! GO --
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|
|
She stamps the gas.
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|
CUT TO:
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|
Iron Man, dragged as the Volvo speeds forward. A shower of
|
|
sparks fly from his suit. A wild weaving ride.
|
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|
|
Dynamo follows, using cars as stepping stones. People flee
|
|
pell-mell, jumping the highway divider.
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CUT TO:
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159 INT. TONY’S AUDI R8 - SAME TIME - NIGHT 159
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|
|
|
Rhodey driving like hell, HONKING. Tail lights flash past
|
|
like tracers as he slaloms through tight traffic.
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|
CUT TO:
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|
Iron Man finally manages to push the car off him. It speeds
|
|
away, three gaping Kids staring out the back.
|
|
|
|
Tony staggers up, trying to regain his footing as Dynamo
|
|
pulls up.
|
|
|
|
They clash in a CACOPHONY of steel and GRINDING HYDRAULICS.
|
|
Stane knocks Tony into a mini-van and pounds him
|
|
mercilessly.
|
|
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|
PEPPER (O.S.)
|
|
TONY? Where are you--?
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
|
Tony, his helmet now being squeezed by the Dynamo.
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|
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|
PEPPER (O.S.)
|
|
I’m in the control room. Now what?
|
|
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TONY
|
|
153.
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|
Central panel. Red button. Press
|
|
it.
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160 INT. ARK REACTOR CONTROL ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT 160
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|
|
DEAFENING KLAXONS. Pepper flips open a panel to find A
|
|
HUNDRED BUTTONS. All red. All flashing.
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|
PEPPER
|
|
Thanks, Tony.
|
|
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|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
What’s the delta rate?
|
|
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|
|
|
|
|
Pepper finds the monitor.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
1-2-5-0.
|
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|
TONY
|
|
Damn --
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Damn?! I don’t want to hear “damn.”
|
|
GET UP HERE--
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|
CUT TO:
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161 INT/EXT. TONY’S H.U.D. - SAME TIME 161
|
|
|
|
Cracking under Dynamo’s pressure.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Pepper, I’m delegating this to you.
|
|
FIND A WAY!
|
|
154.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
|
|
IRON MAN as he finally rolls and frees himself from Dynamo.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
You know what happens when that
|
|
reactor blows. A lot of people are
|
|
going to die.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
It didn’t have to end like this,
|
|
Tony. You were down -- you
|
|
should’ve stayed down.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
And they’re about to collide again when a Shit Kicking
|
|
Biker on a Harley weaves from around a truck.
|
|
|
|
He realizes his mistake and jams the throttle, but Dynamo
|
|
grabs the front wheel of the motorbike, (sending the Biker
|
|
flying), and in one swoop belts Iron Man with it.
|
|
|
|
Tony tumbles away and struggles to get up. Falls, tries
|
|
again, but Dynamo is all over him, smacking him with the
|
|
bike.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
162 INT. TONY’S AUDI R8 - DRIVING - SAME TIME - NIGHT 162
|
|
|
|
Rhodey, in the breakdown lane, weaving around waves of
|
|
fleeing people, toppled cars and debris till he sees --
|
|
|
|
Dynamo standing over Tony, about to deliver his death-blow.
|
|
He red lines the engine and pops the clutch.
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
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|
163 EXT. HIGHWAY - SAME TIME - NIGHT 163
|
|
|
|
The R8 rockets forward. Zero to sixty in under three
|
|
seconds.
|
|
155.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The Dynamo raises the Harley over his head, ready to smash
|
|
Tony’s already broken helmet. He looks up a second too late
|
|
the car hits Dynamo’s leg and crumples, tumbling away like
|
|
a toy, and now the Dynamo, un-weighted, reels around to
|
|
catch his balance, but pitches head-first into the hydrogen
|
|
bus perforating it.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON - DYNAMO: struggling to free himself. His groping
|
|
fingers set off a spark and HELLFIRE ERUPTS blanking the
|
|
Dynamo and everything around it. Flames roll over Tony.
|
|
Over the crushed sports car, igniting its leaking tanks.
|
|
|
|
Tony removes his broken helmet and staggers to the car,
|
|
tearing it open like a can.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
You had to take my car.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He pulls out Rhodey, dazed and bloody.
|
|
|
|
RHODEY
|
|
Saving your ass is getting to be a
|
|
full-time job.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
They regard the burning bus. Nothing moves. Just a heap of
|
|
red-hot steel.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Get this area evacuated! There’s
|
|
going to be a meltdown--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tony’s boosters ignite and he’s gone.
|
|
|
|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
Pepper, how we doing?
|
|
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|
164 INT. ARK REACTOR CONTROL ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT 164
|
|
|
|
Pepper, awash in EMERGENCY MANUALS, throws one over her
|
|
shoulder flipping switches, turning dials. The whole place
|
|
THRUMS with energy.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
156.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Thanks for checking in Tony.
|
|
Delta’s at 2300. It’s not going
|
|
down.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
It’s too late.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
Too late? What’s going to happen?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
It’s going to blow a crater a mile
|
|
wide. I’m coming to get you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
She backs away from the monitors, disbelieving.
|
|
|
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|
165 INT. TONY’S SUIT - FLYING - SECONDS LATER - NIGHT 165
|
|
|
|
He heads towards the reactor, now a shimmering mass of
|
|
energy. A row of SATELLITE DISHES on the roof of the
|
|
reactor. It sparks an idea.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Pepper, wait. Stay put -- we’re
|
|
going to overload the reactor.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
166 EXT. ROOF OF ARK REACTOR - SECONDS LATER - NIGHT 166
|
|
|
|
As Tony lands.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER (O.S.)
|
|
IT’S ALREADY OVERLOADING --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
157.
|
|
|
|
|
|
No, it’s compressing energy. We’re
|
|
going to convert the plasma core to
|
|
electricity and channel it up
|
|
through the roof. Like a Tesla
|
|
coil.
|
|
|
|
|
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|
167 INT. ARK REACTOR CONTROL ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT 167
|
|
|
|
Pepper watches the core bulge.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I don’t need a science lesson, just
|
|
tell me what button to push --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
TONY (O.S.)
|
|
See a red submarine hatch? A wheel
|
|
-- a red wheel.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
PEPPER
|
|
--no. YES --
|
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|
|
She runs to it.
|
|
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168 EXT. ARK REACTOR ROOF - SECONDS LATER - NIGHT 168
|
|
|
|
Tony re-arranges satellite dishes, pulling wires creating a
|
|
makeshift Tesla coil.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Open it all the way, then standby
|
|
to hit the master. We’ve only got
|
|
one shot at this.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
He’s connecting a wire when the satellite dish beside him
|
|
reflects an eerie yellow flicker. He turns, stunned as --
|
|
|
|
THE DYNAMO LANDS on the roof. Flames still licking off his
|
|
blackened suit. Obadiah moves closer to Tony --
|
|
158.
|
|
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|
TONY
|
|
Pepper, hit the switch. PEPPER --
|
|
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|
169 INT. ARK REACTOR CONTROL ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT 169
|
|
|
|
Electromagnetic tentacles arc from the reactor to the
|
|
control room around Pepper.
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
TONY? Which Master Switch --
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
She eyes her phone. It’s dead. And in front of her --
|
|
|
|
A row of “MASTER” switches blink--
|
|
|
|
PEPPER
|
|
I am so looking for another job.
|
|
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|
170 EXT. ARK REACTOR ROOF - SECONDS LATER - NIGHT 170
|
|
|
|
The Dynamo, smoking like an oil fire, about to reach Tony.
|
|
|
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|
171 INT. ARK REACTOR CONTROL ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT 171
|
|
|
|
Pepper hits all the switches, then diving under the
|
|
consoles for cover as the world goes steel-blue.
|
|
|
|
An electromagnetic pulse (EMP) flashes upwards along the
|
|
reactor.
|
|
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172 EXT. ARK REACTOR ROOF - A SECOND LATER - NIGHT 172
|
|
|
|
As the searing flash of the EMP is momentarily ‘halted’
|
|
between the satellite dishes, vaporizing the roof in
|
|
between. Then --
|
|
|
|
The EMP surges outwards, turning Dynamo and Iron Man into
|
|
statues as the pulse knocks out his power and electronics.
|
|
159.
|
|
|
|
|
|
FROM UP HIGH: the EMP blast travels concentrically
|
|
outwards, rendering everything dark in its wake.
|
|
|
|
BACK TO:
|
|
|
|
The roof, as it sags down in the center.
|
|
|
|
Tony, dazed, looks at his heart-device. It’s dead too.
|
|
|
|
The Dynamo, closest to the collapsed section of the roof,
|
|
topples over. Its dead fingers catch on a seam and it lies
|
|
precariously on the edge of the ‘slope’.
|
|
|
|
The Dynamo hatch opens, revealing Obadiah.
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH’S POV: through the hole in the roof, the seething
|
|
plasma bubbling below.
|
|
|
|
Tony, using his own waning strength, tries to extend a dead
|
|
Iron Man hand to Obadiah.
|
|
|
|
TONY
|
|
Take my hand--
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
So this is the answer, Tony? This
|
|
is how you’re going to save the
|
|
world? It’s not in you. Your father
|
|
told me before he died, my boy
|
|
doesn’t have a warrior’s heart. I
|
|
should have listened.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
|
TONY
|
|
My father never knew me.
|
|
|
|
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|
|
OBADIAH
|
|
But I do.
|
|
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|
|
Now we see what Stane is attempting: to manually winch his
|
|
forearm rocket bay open so he can blast Tony.
|
|
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But his movements unsettle the Dynamo suit and suddenly he
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begins to slide.
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160.
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OBADIAH
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Goodbye, my boy--
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TONY
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This is just the beginning.
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And now Obadiah shuts the hatch and tumbles away. He
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plunges down through the ARK’s silo, splashes into the
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plasma which HISSES and swallows him up.
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Tony remains, shutting his eyes.
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173 INT. ARK REACTOR - SECONDS LATER - NIGHT 173
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Pepper rises, staring at the bubbling plasma. Not sure who
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fell in there. She runs out.
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174 EXT. ARK REACTOR ROOF - TEN MINUTES LATER - NIGHT 174
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Tony frozen in his dead suit. He’s not moving. Two
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flashlights cut the darkness and Tony bats his eyes to see
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Rhodey and Pepper picking their way towards him.
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DISSOLVE TO:
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175 INT. STARK INDUSTRIES - HALLWAY - MOVING - DAY 175
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Tony and Pepper walk along the hallway. Pepper shoves a
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written statement into his hands.
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PEPPER
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Here, your alibi. You were on your
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yacht. I’ve got port papers that
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put you in Avalon all night, and
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sworn statements from fifty of your
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guests.
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161.
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TONY
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Maybe it was just the two of us. On
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the yacht, I mean.
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PEPPER
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Focus, please.
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Tony grabs an L.A. Times from the pile of papers in her
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arms, glances at the headline: “WHO IS THE IRON MAN?” A
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grainy newspaper photo of the iron battle at Stark
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Industries.
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TONY
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“Iron Man”. Not technically
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accurate, since it’s mostly carbon-
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fiber and ceramic. But I like the
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ring of it. “Iron Man”.
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They turn a corner. Tony suddenly stops. Meets her eyes.
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TONY
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You know-- that night at the
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concert hall. Do you ever think
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about it?
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For a moment there is nothing else in the world but the two
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of them. Then, with a tinge of sadness--
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PEPPER
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I don’t know what you’re talking
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about, Mr. Stark.
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She brings her hands up and fixes his unruly tie knot. All
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business.
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PEPPER
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Will that be all, Mr. Stark?
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162.
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TONY
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That will be all Miss Potts.
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176 INT. STARK INDUSTRIES LOBBY - MINUTES LATER 176
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Rhodey is in mid-speech, in front of assembled reporters.
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RHODEY
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--I can confirm that a series of
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military test-prototypes were
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involved in the incident at Stark
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Industries last night. I can also
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confirm that there was, for a brief
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time, the danger of an Ark Reactor
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“incident”, which was rectified
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without injury to the public -- and
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all power outages have been
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restored. Here now, to answer a few
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brief questions, is Tony Stark.
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Tony walks out. Takes the podium. Puts a hand up to silence
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the bubbling questions.
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TONY
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I’ve seen the papers. I’ve heard
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the reports. That’s why I want to
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put an end to all this wild
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speculation. The truth is--
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He looks to Rhodey. To Pepper. To the crowd.
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TONY
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I am Iron Man.
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The Reporters erupt in a CACOPHONY--
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We end on Tony’s face.
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CUE MUSIC
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177 INT. TONY’S LAB - MONTHS LATER - NIGHT 177
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163.
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Tony and Rhodey stare at a screen as the War Machine suit
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is being designed.
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RHODEY
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Good. And I want a Gatling gun on
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the right shoulder.
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TONY
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--and a rocket launcher on the
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left? Where are you going to store
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all that ammo?
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RHODEY
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Who’s suit is this anyway?
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(then)
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And do it in silver and black,
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would you?
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