Brazil Page #4

... and more of the same, most of which is part of the

audible wall paper while the chaos reigns. As the front

door slams behind the captive relative peace returns,

broken by MRS BUTTLE's anguished sobbing.

OFFICIAL:

(proffering a pen and a

thick book of pink receipts

to Mrs Buttle)

Sign here please.

MRS BUTTLE:

(dazed. She signs weakly)

What? where have you taken him?

OFFICIAL:

(taking the book)

thank you.

(he hands her another book,

this one of blue receipts)

(indicating place to sign)

Same again please. Just there.

(checking first book of

receipts)

Press harder his time. Good.

MRS BUTTLE:

(signing again)

What is this all about?

OFFICIAL:

(tearing out sheet from

pink book)

That's your receipt for your husband.

(taking blue book from her)

Thank you. And this is my receipt for

your receipt.

(he turns to leave along

with troopers)

JILL's shocked face appears looking down through the hole

in the ceiling. The faces of the workmen BILL and CHARLIE

also appear, above and behind her.

JILL:

Mrs Buttle, are you alright?

The helmeted SECURITY TROOPS in Buttle's flat drop to

defensive positions and swing their machine guns up

towards the hole in the ceiling. All three faces retreat.

20 INT. JILL'S FLAT NIGHT 20

CHARLIE:

(starting back from the

hole with Bill and Jill)

Eh! Eh! Eh! We're Department of

Works! Department of Works up here!

Careful with those bloody things!

JILL, CHARLIE and BILL are hustled aside by a SECURITY MAN

who clears the fireman's pole from the hole. We can see

the TROOPS in the room below leaving. A SECOND SECURITY

man has untied a rope hanging out of the open window. He

coils the rope up neatly and the TWO SECURITY MEN leave

the flat.

BILL:

(to Jill as they watch this

highly efficient operation)

Don't take any notice, love, it's

their training makes them like

animals. Best in the world, though.

JILL:

Who are you?

CHARLIE:

Don't you worry love, we'll have

everything shipshape in a jiffy.

BILL:

That's it. Nothing to worry about.

CHARLIE:

It's Buttle downstairs who can worry,

eh?

JILL:

There must be some mistake ... Mr

Buttle's harmless...

BILL:

We don't make mistakes.

So saying, he drops the manhole cover, which is faced with

same material as the floor, over the hole in the floor. To

his surprise it drops neatly through the floor into the

flat below.

CHARLIE:

Bloody typical, they've gone back to

metric without telling us

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