The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension Page #2

INT. OPERATING ROOM - DAY15

Buckaroo Banzai speaks into his GO-FONE:

BUCKAROO BANZAI:

Another ten minutes down here, Rawhide.

REVEALING DOCTOR BANZAI, the great surgeon, surrounded by a well-oiled

team of physicians and nurses...his steady, miraculously skilled hands

working a LASER KNIFE on the brain of a PATIENT sitting clamped in a

serious chair.

INT. SURGICAL SCRUB ROOM - DAY16

RAWHIDE:

(into phone)

The chief needs ten more minutes. I got the chopper waiting. Don't

start without us.

INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY17

Perfect Tommy still leaning back in his swivel chair, smiling at the

blonde TV anchorwoman, waiting for her CAMERAMAN to set up...

TV ANCHORWOMAN:

So where's Buckaroo?

PERFECT TOMMY:

(a wry smile)

Whadda you need Buckaroo for?

The anchorwoman catching his drift, smiling, knowing Perfect Tommy

perhaps intimately...Perfect Tommy glancing across the crowded room at

Reno raising ten fingers...

PERFECT TOMMY:

Unscheduled surgery. He'll be waltzing along momentarily. What're you

doing tonight?

TV ANCHORWOMAN:

(picking up his hat)

Flying to Cambodia.

Perfect Tommy frowning severely as she tried on his Stetson, the

anchorwoman promptly getting the message and putting it back down.

PERFECT TOMMY:

That's why I wear a fifty dollar hat. Was a two hundred dollar hat, I

hadda kill you.

TV ANCHORWOMAN:

Bet you say that to all the girls, Perfect Tommy.

PERFECT TOMMY:

Bet I do.

INT. SURGICAL SCRUB ROOM - DAY18

Another STAR SURGEON, scrubbing for an operation next door now peeking

at his wrist watch TV:

CLOSE ON THE TINY TV: AN IMAGE OF THE JET CAR...19

ANGLE ON...20

STAR SURGEON:

Jesus Christ...how does the man find enough hours in the day?

RAWHIDE:

We help.

The surgeon curious, studying the big TV monitor, Rawhide sensing an

explanation is in order:

RAWHIDE:

Dr. Banzai's using a laser to fuse artificial nerve fiber to the

original, bypassing massive stroke damage. A subcutaneous microphone's

gonna allow the patient to transmit verbal instructions to his own

brain.

STAR SURGEON:

What, like "raise my left arm"?

RAWHIDE:

Or "throw the harpoon," depending on cultural differences. People are

gonna come from all over. This guy's an Eskimo.

INT. OPERATING ROOM - DAY21

Buckaroo winding down the surgery. A BRILLIANT BUT ERRATIC JEWISH

PHYSICIAN at his side whispering through a mask...

JEWISH PHYSICIAN

Okay...right...okay, I see...next time I'll be able to...

BUCKAROO BANZAI:

There may not be a next time.

JEWISH PHYSICIAN

Look...I'm sorry...calling for help in the middle of an operation...but

I just lost my nerve...I panicked...again.

Buckaroo picking a NIKON up off a table, snapping some pictures of his

handiwork...

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