Mad Max 2 Page #6

GYRO CAPTAIN:

A fella - a quick fella - might keep

a weapon under there.

He nuzzles the bow against the back of MAX'S head.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Then I'd have to pin his head to the

panel.

MAX slides his hand away, disconnects a series of

mechanical fuses and shows them to the CAPTAIN. He

moves to open the driver's door. The CAPTAIN reacts

quickly, raising his bow, motioning MAX back.

MAX:

There's one more.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Oh no! You don't play me the fool.

The CAPTAIN, keeping the crossbow trained on MAX'S head,

opens the door.

The DOG flies out, leaping for the CAPTAIN'S throat.

The crossbow discharges, narrowly missing MAX as he

hurls himself at the CAPTAIN. The steel arrow buries

itself in the car door.

MAX pins the CAPTAIN to the ground and recovers his

shotgun.

MAX c*cks the gun next to the CAPTAIN'S head.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Gas! Petrol! Guzzolene! Listen!

Hundreds... thousands of gallons...

as much as you want ...

MAX eases off the trigger.

MAX:

Where?

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Not far. Ten... maybe twenty

miles. Pumping it they are.

Refining it. Kachunk... kachunk...

kachunk... Day and night. A huge

tanker full.

MAX:

Balls!

GYRO CAPTAIN:

It's there, you betcha... I'll tell

you straight though - it's not self

service. It's under guard. Too

hard for me. But a man with your

ingenuity ... Jesus I reckon...

MAX rams the barrel against the CAPTAIN'S head.

MAX:

Where?

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Kill me, and you'll never find out.

MAX drags him to his feet and pushes him towards the

black-on-black.

17. INT. MAX'S CAR.DAY.

MAX is driving the black-on-black while the CAPTAIN sits

rigid in the passenger's seat. The muzzle of the

shotgun is strapped to the back of his bead and the

stock fastened to the top of the seat.

A length of wire runs from the trigger across to the DOG

sitting in the rear of the car. The end of the wire is

clasped firmly in its mouth.

The CAPTAIN, not daring to take his eyes off the DOG

directs MAX along back roads to an area of high country.

The DOG'S eyes dart out the window. He whimpers, body

twitching.

The CAPTAIN stares in horror at a rabbit bounding

through the scrub.

MAX smiles to himself.

The DOG settles back..

18. A CLIFFTOP OVERLOOKING THE COMPOUND. DAY.

MAX moves towards the cliff edge. A column of smoke

rises into the sky, accompanied by a garble of distant

sounds:
police sirens; car horns; men screaming;

war-whoops; and revving motors.

The GYRO CAPTAIN - manacled and guarded by the DOG -

hobbles along behind MAX.

From the top of the cliff MAX looks down on a battle

raging on the plain below.

A fortified encampment, surrounded by a wide ditch and

coils of barbed wire, is under attack by a large gang of

MARAUDERS:
MOHAWK BIKERS and SMEGA CRAZIES in dune

buggies, and GAYBOY BERSERKERS in road racers.

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