CLOSE ON AN OLDER, WISER PROFESSOR HIKITA:
Power source output, zero-zero-niner. Multi-stage axial compressor
EXT. JET CAR - PROVING GROUNDS - DAY9
One hundred yards from a concrete blockhouse, a SERIES OF MYSTERIOUS
CLOSEUPS of an UNUSUAL STRATEGIC AUTOMOBILE sitting ready to roll, as
TECHNICIANS in asbestos suites fill its tanks with HIGHLY FLAMMABLE
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY10
Fuel pressure, 1800 torrs. Oxygenation.
...amid television screens, monitoring devices...an elite assortment of
GOVERNMENT VIPS, MILITARY MEN, AND NEWS MEDIA REPRESENTATIVES standing
...one such observer, GENERAL CATBURD, an AIDE approaching, whispering
unpleasant news in his ear...
You're kidding. Where is he? Still in the hospital?
The aide shrugging, the General leaning over to a nervous man sitting
next to him...SECRETARY OF DEFENSE McKINLEY.
Banzai hasn't showed yet, Mr. Secretary. Looks like he's got cold feet.
Another angle. Two of Buckaroo's men, RENO and PERFECT TOMMY, sitting
with their boots on a computer console.
Better see what's keepin' the boss, Reno.
...an attractive NETWORK TV ANCHORWOMAN headed this way...
'Cause I'm busy. And get your clodhoppers off the UNIVAC.
INT. OPERATING ROOM - DAY13
THE EYES OF DOCTOR BUCKAROO BANZAI, THE REST OF HIS FACE HIDDEN BY A
SURGICAL MASK...such concentration.
INT. SURGICAL SCRUB ROOM - DAY14
...a phone ringing, a NURSE answering it, then:
Rawhide, it's for you.
Jacketless, A SINISTER PISTOL visible in the tooled leather shoulder
holster, RAWHIDE takes the receiver.
I'll ask him.
(into his Go-Fone)
Buckaroo, I need an estimate. They're getting antsy over at Mission