BUCKAROO BANZAI
by
Earl Mac Rauch
SHOOTING SCRIPT
Revised Third Draft
March 30, 1983
Becherman/Canton-Richter
BUCKAROO BANZAI
CARD OVER...WHITE LETTERS ON A DARK BACKGROUND:
FREEDOM OF INFORMATION ACT
Classified File #2TC1695
Dept. of Defense
3-1-50 thru 8-31-53
Re: Project Sawtooth
FADE IN:
EXT. SMALL TEXAS TOWN - DAY 1
Beside a 1950 Ford, a quartet of elite intellectuals poses
playfully...dressed in the local custom of boots and cowboy hats, the
TOW ORIENTAL MEN, A CAUCASIAN MAN, AND A CAUCASIAN WOMAN squint into
the hot sun and then down at the jiggling home movie camera, the
operator lopsided...
NARRATOR
The advent of the Soviet nuclear capability ushers in a dangerous phase
of the Cold War as the decade of the 1950s looms. Stung by this Soviet
challenge and the rapid race to develop ever more sophisticated
weapons, the United States resurrects maverick Professor Toichi
Hikita's work in electromagnetic particle acceleration...despite the
dismal record of failure that has dogged the project.
TOICHI HIKITA, one of the group, walks forward, taking the CAMERA from
its present operator, a four-year-old child...A LITTLE BOY IN CHAPS AND
COWBOY HAT who now joins the other adults, in particular Caucasian
woman and the elder Oriental man who pick him up and hug him...
NARRATOR
Doctor Masado Banzai, preeminent Japanese quantum theorist, declares
himself anxious to work for the Allies. Enamored of the great American
West, Banzai sires a precocious son and tags the tiny child "Buckaroo."
A tribute to his adopted homeland.
EXT. TEST SITE - DAY 2
A strange TWO-MAN SPEED VEHICLE readies for takeoff...the FIRST "PILOT"
in the cockpit Dr. Banzai himself:
NARRATOR
And thus given a second chance after his secret pre-war laboratory
disaster at Princeton, Doctor Hikita finds new life at the Texas School
of Mines, where he assembles a team of crack scientists willing to
gamble he's right in his bold assertion that man can indeed pass
unharmed through solid matter.
The SECOND "PILOT," a fair-haired Caucasian: 3
NARRATOR
Sir Alan Motley of Cambridge, a brainy, affable limey, co-developer
with Whitehead and Lord Russell of the world's most advanced
theoretical gravity catapult...
4
The fourth scientist, the female Caucasian, busy with last-minute
details, securing the two pilots in their seats, checking their
instrument data, writing on a clipboard...
NARRATOR
Dr. Sandra Banzai, Texas-born pioneer in Negative Mass Propulsion
...wife of Dr. Masado Banzai.
...as the four-year-old BUCKAROO BANZAI now approaches the speed
machine and gives his father a good-bye kiss...Dr. Banzai saying
something to the boy, Buckaroo bowing respectfully, as his father and
mother exchange last-minute assurances...
The cockpit canopy comes down, and Sandra Banzai tugs a reluctant
little Buckaroo toward a sandbagged shelter...
EXT. SANDBAGS - DAY 5
...where Professor Hikita sits at a bank of monitoring equipment,
Sandra Banzai and Buckaroo entering the enclosure as...
...A SUDDEN NOISE causes Sandra Banzai to turn in fear, the bizarre
speed machine's motors whining at an astonishing rpm, BLINDING GREEN
FLAMES ENGULFING ITS COCKPIT...
EXT. TEST SITE - DAY 6
...Sandra Banzai rushing toward the sheet-metal vehicle through SMOKE
AND GREEN FLAME as her husband and Sir Alan both struggle to get out...
7
...Buckaroo running after his mother who attempts to help the
scientists free themselves when suddenly the child is thrown to the
ground and protected by Professor Hikita's own body...as the
experimental car VAPORIZES IN A FLASH OF EMERALD GREEN LIGHT! THE
SCREEN GOING WHITE, A LAUNCH COUNTDOWN BEGINNING UNDER A SOMBER CARD:
TODAY
THIRTY YEARS LATER
VOICE OF MISSION CONTROL
T Minus five hundred and counting. Phaser positive. Latch compressor.
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 8
CLOSE ON AN OLDER, WISER PROFESSOR HIKITA:
PROF. HIKITA
Power source output, zero-zero-niner. Multi-stage axial compressor
latched.
EXT. JET CAR - PROVING GROUNDS - DAY 9
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
FUEL.
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 10
PROF. HIKITA
Fuel pressure, 1800 torrs. Oxygenation.
...amid television screens, monitoring devices...an elite assortment of
GOVERNMENT VIPS, MILITARY MEN, AND NEWS MEDIA REPRESENTATIVES standing
by...
11
...one such observer, GENERAL CATBURD, an AIDE approaching, whispering
unpleasant news in his ear...
GENERAL CATBURD
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.
GENERAL CATBURD
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.
PERFECT TOMMY
Better see what's keepin' the boss, Reno.
RENO
Why me?
...an attractive NETWORK TV ANCHORWOMAN headed this way...
PERFECT TOMMY
'Cause I'm busy. And get your clodhoppers off the UNIVAC.
INT. OPERATING ROOM - DAY 13
THE EYES OF DOCTOR BUCKAROO BANZAI, THE REST OF HIS FACE HIDDEN BY A
SURGICAL MASK...such concentration.
INT. SURGICAL SCRUB ROOM - DAY 14
...a phone ringing, a NURSE answering it, then:
NURSE
Rawhide, it's for you.
Jacketless, A SINISTER PISTOL visible in the tooled leather shoulder
holster, RAWHIDE takes the receiver.
RAWHIDE
I'll ask him.
(into his Go-Fone)
Buckaroo, I need an estimate. They're getting antsy over at Mission
Control.
INT. OPERATING ROOM - DAY 15
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 - DAY 16
RAWHIDE
(into phone)
The chief needs ten more minutes. I got the chopper waiting. Don't
start without us.
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 17
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 - DAY 18
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 - DAY 21
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...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
You've got the God-given tools to be a success in any field of
endeavor, Dr. Zwibel. Ever thought about joining me full-time?
JEWISH PHYSICIAN (DR. ZWIBEL)
Are you serious? Have you have an opening?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Can you sing?
DR. ZWIBEL
A little. I can dance.
Buckaroo glancing at the clock on the wall...
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 22
PROF. HIKITA
Inertial Control positive. T minus seven zero and resume counting.
MISSION CONTROL
All systems righteous. Professor Hikita says we have to go.
General Catburd and other VIPS happy to observe on their TV monitors
the sight of a MAN IN BLACK COMMANDO PARACHUTE SUIT, carrying a
BATTERED OLD BRIEFCASE, climbing into the cockpit of...THE JET CAR.
INT. JET CAR - DAY
THE DRIVER'S POV, a curious combination of airplane dials and switches
and personal touches like a big four-on-the-floor gear shift and a
snazzy pearlized Brodi knob with snowflakes and a coochi-coochi girl...
24
ANGLE ON the driver as he removes a strange GRYOSCOPIC DEVICE from his
briefcase, plugs it into a cradle near his head...
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 25
Professor Hikita standing at a special monitor as a light pops on,
indicating "Overthruster Armed"....he covers it with a hanky...
EXT. JET CAR - DAY 26
...all quiet suddenly, the car poised, waiting...
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 27
General Catburd grabbing some coffee and doughnuts...the Secretary of
Defense peering out through a viewing slot...
GENERAL CATBURD
I've got a budget meeting on the hill, John. What's this thing
supposed to do anyway?
SENATOR CUNNINGHAM
Three hundred miles an hour, General.
GENERAL CATBURD
Senator, you are so fulla shit.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
May not...
EXT. JET CAR - DAY 28
The Jet Car undergoing an amazing transformation: TWO STABILIZER FINS
AND A JET ENGINE suddenly appearing on its rear deck...
INT. JET CAR - DAY 29
CLOSE ON THE DRIVER TO REVEAL BUCKAROO BANZAI, world famous figure in
every field of endeavor as he withdraws a beautiful KAMIKAZE SCARF from
his flight suit...wraps it like a warrior's headband around his
helmet...
30
ANGLE ON Buckaroo's hand as his fingers flip a row of toggle switches,
THE PULSATING POWER OF THE JET ENGINE INCREASING DRAMATICALLY with each
successive switch...the vehicle a caged beast, taunting us, as Buckaroo
flips the last switch...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Final contact is made.
EXT. JET CAR - DAY 31
No kidding. A TWENTY FOOT SHEET OF FIRE ROCKETING FROM THE BACK OF THE
JET CAR...THEN ANOTHER...THEN ANOTHER...
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 32
The Cavaliers at their monitors, calm...Hikita making minor adjustments
on his instrument bank...the Secretary of Defense and General Catburd
both now at viewing slots in the blockhouse wall...
PROF. HIKITA
Point of no return...five, four, three, two...
INT. JET CAR - DAY 33
PROF. HIKITA'S VOICE
...one.
As Buckaroo Banzai twists his steering-wheel mounted TWIN ACCELERATORS,
the sudden forward lurch of the Jet Car slamming him back against the
headrest...
EXT. PROVING GROUNDS - DAY 34
THE JET CAR BLASTING OFF! MORE FIRE! MORE SMOKE!
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 35
Technicians and VIPS eye their monitors.
36
AND SO DO WE: the rugged JET CAR raising a cloud of dust, viewed from
high above us it blasts ahead!
ANGLE ON 37
GENERAL CATBURD
Too bad war ain't Indianapolis. It's fast, I'll give Banzai that.
SENATOR CUNNINGHAM
Perhaps an idea whose time has come, General? Scoot over.
Catburd moving aside as Senator Cunningham takes her turn with the
viewing device.
GENERAL CATBURD
It'll never work. It's too simple.
INT. HELICOPTER - DAY 38
HIGH OVERHEAD, manned by a TV NEWS CREW.
39
AN OVER-THE-CAMERAMAN'S SHOULDER POV as the JET CAR'S EXHAUST TRAIL
CHOKES THE LANDSCAPE BELOW...
INT. JET CAR - DAY 40
BUCKAROO'S POV as the highway races underneath him...
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 41
ALL EYES glued to those TV monitors, Rawhide and Reno
watching...Perfect Tommy slapping his hand on the desk.
TV ANCHORWOMAN
Now twenty seconds downrange...Perfect Tommy, how on earth is Buckaroo
able to keep that thing on the ground?
PERFECT TOMMY
She's just a damn road hugger, Allison. Plus the man can drive.
EXT. PROVING GROUNDS - DAY 42
Talk about a road hugger...the JET CAR SCREAMS PAST A BANK OF HIGH
SPEED CAMERAS...THE EARTH SHAKING...
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 43
PROF. HIKITA
Approaching thirty seconds downrange Three zero. Course steady. Speed
three one seven nautical-four hundred...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
He's gonna do it! The man is gonna do it!
GENERAL CATBURD
So what? Big deal. Anybody can drive fast in a straight line.
INT. JET CAR - DAY 44
...as if in response to Catburd's comment, Buckaroo does an amazing
thing, NOW FLICKING HIS DIRECTIONAL SIGNAL...
EXT. JET CAR - DAY 45
LEAVING THE PAVED SURFACE FOR OPEN TERRAIN! BEGIN INTERCUTTING
BLOCKHOUSE AND JET CAR...
INT. JET CAR - DAY 46
A FIRE breaking out on a dashboard gauge, Buckaroo quickly snuffing the
SPARKS with his gloved hand...DANGER LIGHTS FLASHING!
EXT. JET CAR - DAY 47
...as AWESOME PHYSICAL PRESSURES take their tool on car and driver...
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 48
PROF. HIKITA
Buckaroo, do you read?
MISSION CONTROL
Advise you abort. Over. Repeat: advise abort.
INT. JET CAR - DAY 49
BUCKAROO BANZAI
That's a big "no can do".
INT. BLOCKHOUSE- DAY 50
Buckaroo's voice through STATIC AND CRACKLE. Professor Hikita white-
knuckled...determined.
INT. JET CAR - DAY 51
Buckaroo STILL ACCELERATING, struggling with his mighty
machine...fierce vibrations, OIL AND SMOKE filling the cockpit...as he
wipes hot oil off his goggles...
INT. HELICOPTER - DAY 52
In the NETWORK HELICOPTER, a NEWSMAN and CAMERMAN catch this shocking
turn of events:
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THEIR POV OF...the JET CAR flaming along across the desert. A SONIC
BOOM!
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 54
A TV MONITOR...A HELICOPTER SHOT revealing that the course thus far
traveled by Buckaroo is ON FIRE, the ground literally set ablaze by the
incredible speed of his JET CAR:
ANGLE ON: 55
TV ANCHORWOMAN
The Jet Car off the road! Radio contact with Mission Control here
severed...that firestorm apparently interfering with
communications...Buckaroo Banzai in serious trouble.
GENERAL CATBURD
Either that or he's popped his cookies.
Professor Hikita, on pins and needles, face taught, concerned.
MISSION CONTROL
Mach 1. Buckaroo! Do you read? Commence braking procedure! Over!
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
He's heading for the goddamn mountains!
MISSION CONTROL
Eject, Buckaroo! EJECT!
Buckaroo heard faintly in a STORM OF NOISE...SPEAKING JAPANESE...
SENATOR CUNNINGHAM
Professor Hikita, what'd he say?
PROF. HIKITA
(quizzical)
He said, "This Bud's for you, Professor." What does that mean?
56
ON THE MONITORS the JET CAR is seen heading directly into a box canyon
and TOWARD A WALL OF MOUNTAINS, impact virtually assured.
ANGLE ON: 57
GENERAL CATBURD
Looks like Banzai's finally gonna get more than he bargained for. And
take the friends of the Earth with him.
Rawhide and Reno exchanging very concerned glances...
INT. JET CAR - DAY 58
Buckaroo Banzai peers out his thick glass window.
BUCKAROO'S POV: THE SIDE OF A MOUNTAIN CLOSING FAST... 59
60
ANGLE ON Buckaroo's hand moving to a switch on the dash marked
OSCILLATION OVERTHURSTER, remaining there, posed.
REVERSE ON BUCKAROO: eyes on his instruments. 61
ANOTHER ANGLE ON Buckaroo hitting the OVERTHRUSTER... 62
63
BUCKAROO'S POV...THE FACE OF THE MOUNTAIN RUSHING UP INTO FRAME!
COLLISION A PICO SECOND AWAY!
INT. MISSION CONTROL ROOM - DAY 64
ALL INSTRUMENTS LOSE CONTACT WITH THE JET CAR! Jaws drop in disbelief.
CLOSE ON MONITOR: THE JET CAR SIMPLY GONE, VANISHED INTO THIN AIR...
65
ANGLE ON: 66
MISSION CONTROL
It's off my scope!
GENERAL CATBURD
What the devil? What is going on?!
INT. JET CAR 67
BUCKAROO'S COCKPIT POV... like a roller coaster ride through a meteor
shower - THE EIGHTH DIMENSION, AN ORGANIC ASTEROID HURTLING RIGHT AT US
EMITTING STRANGE STATIC ELECTRICAL CHARGES...MONSTROUS...RED...GHASTLY!
68
REVERSE ANGLE. Looking directly at Buckaroo as his face distorts under
God-knows-how-many G-forces...where the hell is he?! His plexiglas
visor shattering as if hit with a two-by-four.
COCKPIT POV...Buckaroo's windshield CRACKLING AND THE COCKPIT TURNING
RED. 69
70
CLOSE ON DASHBOARD: wildly spinning dials, Buckaroo punching the
OSCILLATION OVERTHRUSTER again, amid fire and smoke!
INT. HELICOPTER - TEST RANGE - DAY 71
The TV crew in their fancy helicopter first to witness an astounding
sight.
72
THEIR POV: the JET CAR EMERGING FROM SOLID ROCK AS THOUGH THE CRAGGY
MOUNTAIN WERE MUSH!
CLOSE ON: 73
HELICOPTER NEWSMAN
(in apoplexy)
He's through it! He's gone through the mountain without a scratch!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God in Heaven!
INT. MISSION CONTROL - DAY 74
An overjoyed Professor Hikita, surrounded by chaos and confusion,
throws both arms skyward in triumph...
PROF. HIKITA
Banzai!
INT. JET CAR - DOWN RANGE - DAY 75
Fifty miles downrange, Buckaroo tries to slow the speeding, smoke-
filled JET CAR.
EXT. JET CAR - DAY 76
A parachute popping out its back, at once ripping off in the high
velocity wind...
INT. JET CAR - DAY 77
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Chute negative. I'm gonna try and lay her sideways.
78
ANOTHER ANGLE as he reaches for the hand brake and simultaneously spins
his Brodi knob hard to the right!
EXT. MIDDLE OF NOWHERE - DAY 79
Buckaroo doing the impossible, somehow bringing the racing JET CAR to a
spinning, skidding halt in a thicket of dry brush! AS OVERHEAD THAT
NETWORK HELICOPTER CIRCLES...
EXT. JET CAR - DAY 80
The battered JET CAR, exhausting smoke, Buckaroo rolling its window
down, opening the door and emerging, checking the damage to his
vehicle, noting a STRANGE GELATINOUS SUBSTANCE on the cracked
windshield, touching it and turning his nose from the smell...his glove
steaming!
THE NEWS COPTER LANDING IN THE DISTANCE. 81
82
ANGLE ON Buckaroo as he lowers himself under the Jet Car, coming face-
to-face with one ugly SPHERICAL PARASITE, THE THING SUDDENLY SHOOTING
OUT at Buckaroo as he's about to touch it...A MOBILE PHONE starting to
BEEP back in the cockpit...the PARASITE coming to rest on the
ground...dead?
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 83
Pandemonium, people cheering...General Catburd on the phone...
GENERAL CATBURD
This his frequency? Nobody's home.
EXT. JET CAR - DAY 84
Buckaroo ignoring the phone, taking his lunch bag from the front seat
and removing a sandwich, taking a bite of it, and using the foil to
pick up the BIZARRE PARASITE from the desert floor...wrapping the weird
thing up...now at last reaching for the car phone...
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 85
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
(Taking the phone)
Gimme that! You tell me, Buckaroo, what in the hell is this going-
through-solid-matter-and rendering-all-conventional-defense-perimeters-
useless-over-night bullshit?
But now Professor Hikita snatching the phone from the Secretary,
turning his back to the room!
PROF. HIKITA
Buckaroo! Did you seem them? Did you?
EXT. JET CAR - DAY 86
Buckaroo leaning in to check his gauges, talking on his telephone. TWO
FIGURES from the news copter approaching, still a hundred yards off...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
See 'em? They about had me and the whole damn car for breakfast.
Broke my windshield...
INT. BLOCKHOUSE - DAY 87
PROF. HIKITA
(into phone)
The creatures? They attacked you? They tried to possess you?
GENERAL CATBURD
Creatures?
(grabbing the phone)
Buckaroo, Catburd here. I got egg all over my face, but that's okay.
No room for egos here. We're all Americans and I wanna buy that thing
of yours. What's it gonna run me?
PROF. HIKITA
Not for sale.
GENERAL CATBURD
I wasn't talking to you, Hikita san.
...as the Secretary of Defense picks up a RED PHONE...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
This'll be the President of me?
Perfect Tommy and Reno suddenly stepping forward, intimidating
Catburd...
PERFECT TOMMY
She's not for sale, right, General?
INT. HOME FOR CRIMINALLY INSANCE - DAY 88
CLOSE ON the haunting, unsettling eyes of DOCTOR LIZARDO, AN ORANGE-
HAIRED OLD MAN watching NETWORK FOOTAGE of the Jet Car Test on his
battered Philco TV set...his eyes practically burning a whole through
the screen...
...PULLING BACK TO REVEAL a room in an insane asylum, a room designed
for several inmates but occupied by only one, this crazy old
fiend...the empty beds piled with books and Italian memorabilia, the
walls covered with mathematical equations...
89
ANGLE ON Dr. Lizardo even now unable to resist scribbling another
formula on the wall with a piece of chalk...
CLOSE ON PHILCO: 90
ANCHORWOMAN ON TV
Here she is, slowed down. Lookit there...slam! Right into the side of
that mountain! Perfect Tommy, Rawhide, Reno, you guys're the Hong Kong
Cavaliers. Buckaroo's most trusted inner circle. So I gotta ask, did
it surprise you fellas as much as the rest of us when the BJV, the
experimental jet vehicle went right off the scope and apparently smack
into a black void?
PERFECT TOMMY ON TV
Nope.
ANCHORWOMAN ON TV
Was Buckaroo acting different this morning, I mean, in terms of other
mornings?
The Cavaliers rolling their eyes, looking at one another...
RAWHIDE ON TV
Well, we partied pretty late last night.
91
BACK TO Dr. Lizardo now hearing footsteps outside in the corridor, and
HIS LEFT AHND, ACTING INDEPENDENTLY OF HIS RIGHT, ERASES THE EQUATION
HE'S JUST WRITTEN...as his right hand reaches under his pillow and
picks up a crude HOMEMADE ELECTROMAGNET...a piece of metal wrapped in
copper wire, one end of which is a small loop that Lizardo now attaches
directly to his thumbs...
DOCTOR LIZARDO
(muttering)
The Overthruster! The Overthruster!
Lizardo looking back at his equation, at first puzzled to find it
erased, then becoming angry.
92
CLOSE ON HIS HAND NOW STICKING THE OTHER END OF HIS HOME-MADE DEVICE
DIRECTLY INTO AN ELECTIRCAL SOCKET...
ANGLE ON: 93
DOCTOR LIZARDO
(obsessed)
The Overthruster!
ELECTRICAL CURRENT COURSING THROUGH LIZARDO'S BODY...AN AURA
SURROUNDING HIM AS HIS LIPS CURL INTO A HIDEOUS SMILE...BURNING THE
SCREEN, TAKING US INTO AN ASTOUNDING FLASHBACK SEQUENCE:
INT. STRANGE LABORATORY - NIGHT 94
Forty-six years prior (years before the ill-fated primitive speed car
run involving Buckaroo's parents) an unlikely experiment in a strange
factory...A RUNWAY...a much younger, dark-haired Doctor Lizardo being
strapped into a homemade wicker chair/rocket sled by two LAB
ASSISTANTS, the entire contraption set up like a catapult AIMED
DIRECTLY AT A LOSID BRICK WALL, THROBBING ELECTROMAGNETS AND BANKS OF
GLOWING OSCILLATORS...
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ANOTHER ANGLE...and peering into an unusual periscope, an equally
JUVENILE PROFESSOR HIKITA wearing glasses and scraggly
goatee...standing in front of a 1938 calendar on the wall, today's
eagerly awaited date circled in red...
PROF. HIKITA
Almost ready, Dr. Lizardo...almost...
Doctor Lizardo pulling on a leather helmet, Professor Hikita nodding
grimly at the LAB ASSISTANTS who tug on a GIANT LEVER...the
ELECTROMAGNETS PULSATING...
DOCTOR LIZARDO
More! More!
PROF. HIKITA
Not so fast...
96
ANGLE ON Doctor Lizardo pulling a switch, UNLEASHING HIS WICKER CHAIR
AT A FANTASTIC SPEED down the rails!
97
AT THE END OF THE TRACK...the strange device coming to an abrupt and
total stop ten feet from the brick wall, pitching Lizardo forward
and...
98
...through the wall, at least partially, the seemingly solid bricks
turning out to be more like vertical QUICKSAND...Lizardo half in, half
out, physically unhurt but screaming his head off...
99
...the assistants rushing down the runway to help pry him loose, while
Professor Hikita observes an astonishing thing through his periscope.
100
PERISCOPE POV: HUGE GROTESQUE RED CREATURES IN AN AURA OF ELECTRICITY
TRYING TO PULL DOCTOR LIZARDO TOWARD THEM...ONE CREATURE IN PARTICULAR
ENVELOPING LIZARDO!
101
BACK TO...the doctor's assistants frantically tugging on his feet,
dragging him back into the room only to find this SUDDENLY ORANGE-
HAIRED LIZARDO a fearsome, changed individual...a beast!
102
CLOSE ON LIZARDO! A terrifying scream issues from his mouth as he
straightens up, at last wrenching free of the wicker chair, smashing
his two assistants' heads together as he jumps over the runway! Hikita
watching wild-eyed as Lizardo makes a mad dash into the vast shadowy
expanse of the factory...
103
A DISTANT VIEW OF LIZARDO as he rips a door off its hinges, escaping
into the night, SILHOUTTED AGAINST A DAZZLING SECURITY LIGHT, THE
SCREEN BURNING WHITE...OUR FLASHBACK ENDING.
INT. LIZARDO'S ROOM - NIGHT 104
Nearly half a century later, the elderly Lizardo regards with
smoldering evil the turn of the key in his own door and the appearance
of a GUARD who comes in and unplugs his TV set.
GUARD
Cheer up, Lizardo, it's Friday. I come for your TV. You been using
too damn much juice...ten thousand kilowatts again this month. Beats
me how one old homicidal loony could use that much power.
The guard leaving with Lizardo's TV...Lizardo trying to control
himself, his eyes rolling up at the ceiling where yet another UNUSUAL
EQUATION has been scrawled in an angry hand.
DOCTOR LIZARDO
I want my TV...don't take my TV...I want it. I want the Overthruster.
I want it.
INT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT 105
Mysterious half-light...CLOSEUPS...plugs and jacks...a portion of an
upright base...drums with the BANZAI LOGO writ large...hands and feet
putting everything together as an unseen audience stirs restlessly...
INT. DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT 106
Backstage in a small dressing room, the rock band known as the Hong
Kong Cavaliers waits to go on...three unidentified GROUPIES in
attendance as Rawhide naps and Reno tunes his saxophone while Perfect
Tommy answers the questions of a FEMALE REPORTER from the local
underground press...
Professor Hikita meantime at a corner table, studying his big notebook,
examining a pair of KODAK SLIDES...
...as there is the sound of a commotion in the corridor, EXCITED VOICES
and FOOT TRAFFIC coming this way, Rawhide methodically counting down
under his Stetson:
RAWHIDE
Five...four...three...two...one.
107
The door to the dressing room opening precisely on the count of one,
admitting an out-of-breath and hastily tuxedoed Buckaroo Banzai, A
SMALL CROWD OF ASSORTED FEMAL FANS locked outside.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I'm starving...somebody, help.
RAWHIDE
Got a half a tuna sandwich.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Same one you had yesterday?
Rawhide taking a half-eaten sandwich out of his hat and tossing it to
Buckaroo...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Smells fermented.
(taking a big bite)
Check in with the Institute, Reno, see if everything's kosher.
PROF. HIKITA
Buckaroo, I've done an advanced spectrograph analysis on the specimen
you pulled off the Jet Car drive shaft.
RENO
And there's a two-hundred-dollar deductible we have to eat on that
crack in her windshield.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Figures. Anybody seen my scope?
PERFECT TOMMY
Coming right up, Buckaroo.
Perfect Tommy producing a highly sophisticated SLIDE VIEWER...Buckaroo
slipping in a transparency.
108
HIS POV OF A COLORFUL PRISMATIC GRAPH over the backdrop of A NAKED
WOMAN.
109
Buckaroo immediately diagnosing the problem and removing the naked-
woman slide from the viewer...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Anybody we know?
PERFECT TOMMY
Who put this dirty picture in Buckaroo's viewer?
Rawhide reclaiming his raunchy slide, Buckaroo looking back into the
sleek device...
PROF. HIKITA
I ran it through the centrifuge, but I came up blank. It's definitely
dead now, although it still conducts electricity even better than
copper does.
PERFECT TOMMY
Super performance organic material.
PROF. HIKITA
Yes, Perfect Tommy, in a way. However...
(slipping in another slide)
...notice...although certain components resist identification, it
corresponds very closely to an ordinary praying mantis.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
(scrutinizing)
Too closely. Gotta be more than sheer coincidence. Rawhide, you're
keen on bugs. What do you think?
Rawhide takes a look as Reno hangs the phone up...
RENO
Everything's copacetic at the Institute, Buckaroo. Sam's with the Jet
Car and she's under lock and key. He's retiming her valves.
Buckaroo nodding, as he's interrupted by Perfect Tommy who's now
brought over the female reporter...
PERFECT TOMMY
Buckaroo, you got a minute--?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Not really. This is pretty important.
PERFECT TOMMY
She wants a picture.
Perfect Tommy quickly taking a place beside Buckaroo, smiling into the
camera, as Reno and Rawhide exchange disgusted looks...
110
...the shutter clicking...another commotion in the hallway...the
dressing room door opening to admit the club owner, ARTIE DUNCAN, a
fifty-year-old rocker who has to struggle to close the door behind him
on a herd of REPORTERS and FANS...
ARTIE DUNCAN
I don't care who you are...when you play my joint, you're just another
band. I want some music outta you characters.
RENO
You want it, Artie? You got it.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Everybody ready? How do we look? Do we look okay?
PERFECT TOMMY
I look great. Let's rock 'n' roll.
A pair of no-nonsense BLUE SHIELD IRREGULARS appearing to escort them
on-stage...as Rawhide returns the spectroscope to Professor Hikita...
RAWHIDE
No question about it. Something very akin to arachnoid tissue. If I
hadda guess? A mutated species.
INT. BACKSTAGE - NIGHT 111
Buckaroo, the Hong Kong Cavaliers, and their two Blue Shield escorts
hustling down a corridor.
INT. NIGHTCLUB STAGE - NIGHT 112
Our boys arriving on stage...SHADOWY FORMS in the dramatically murky
light...a FAMILIAR VOICE BOOMING OVER THE P.A. SYSTEM...
ARTIE DUNCAN'S VOICE
Ladies and gentlemen, Artie's Artery is proud to present, for one night
only...the one, the only, the amazing Buckaroo Banzai and his Hong Kong
Cavaliers!
LIGHTS UP! AND A WAVE OF GOOD OLD FASHIONED ROCK 'N' ROLL CRASHES OUT
ON THE AUDIENCE, Buckaroo on lead guitar, joining the Hong Kong
Cavaliers in a number so primal your feet just won't sit still!
113
...while at the rear of the room, seated by herself, we find an
ATTRACTIVE YOUNG LADY...crying, for some reason exempt from the general
raucous good will. She pours herself another drink, but booze won't do
the job. She's all alone. She needs some help. Her name is PENNY
PRIDDY.
114
On-stage Buckaroo Banzai suddenly stops moving, stops singing and waves
the Cavaliers to cease as well. EERIE STILLNESS, the only sound
Buckaroo's lips on the silver mike.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I heard somebody crying.
(no response)
I said is someone out there crying in the darkness?
Yes, indeed...Penny's voice, weakly: 115
PENNY PRIDDY
Here...here at the back. I'm sorry...
116
Buckaroo squints, spots her. His voice comes mighty over the PUBLIC
ADDRESS SYSTEM.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Raise your hand...where?
PENNY PRIDDY
(raising her hand)
This is so embarrassing...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Somebody get her a mike? Can we manage that? And a spotlight. What's
your name?
PENNY PRIDDY
Penny. I'd rather not reveal my last name or my age.
For reasons out of their control, Penny's name coming across to
Buckaroo and the Cavaliers as "Peggy," said name immediately eliciting
a surprised reaction from the Cavaliers...
...Buckaroo amazed as well...a not-too-distant pain deep in his soul
momentarily manifesting itself, although he makes a brave attempt at
nonchalance...as now Penny is given that microphone.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Did you say..."Peggy"?
PENNY PRIDDY
My name is Penny. Penny Priddy. There I've said it, but it won't mean
anything to you. I'm a nobody.
The business of the names settled, Buckaroo and the Cavaliers breathing
a bit more easily...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Nobody's a nobody. Why're you crying? What's wrong?
PENNY PRIDDY
(blowing her nose)
Did I say anything was wrong? I just sponged up a little too much Vat
69, okay? I'm down to my last nickel in this lousy town, I can't get my
luggage outta hock 'cause I met this jerk who said he was a record
producer when all he had was a record. He offered to set me up for
life, and like a fool, well, I...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
He offered you money?
PENNY PRIDDY
Do I look like that kinda girl?
(to tell the truth)
I lost my room this morning. I don't know where I'm gonna sleep
tonight, but I keep going. What the hell else can I do? I've still
got my figure, and like this bozo said, as long as there's a sidewalk,
I'll always have a job.
A few snickers...BUCKAROO shooting a disapproving look at those guilty
of laughing at another person's misfortune...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Remember it's always darkest just before the dawn. Believe me, I've
been there.
Buckaroo moving to a piano...starting to play...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
This song's for Peggy. And all you others out there a little down on
your luck.
PENNY PRIDDY
(exasperated)
My name's, Penny! But who cares?
117
Buckaroo and his men start to SING ANOTHER TUNE...slower, sexier.
118
...and Penny opens HER BIG CLEAR PLASTIC PURSE, removes first a dog-
earned paperback entitled Beyond the Realm of Atomic Particles and
Massless Photons, by Buckaroo Banzai...then a BUCKAROO BANZAI COMIC
BOOK, its cover depicting Buckaroo locked in mortal combat with HANOI
SHAN, THE MANCHU TERROR! Penny lays both publications on the table,
continues to dig around, revealing next a SHINY SMALL-CALIBER AUTOMATIC
PISTOL...
119
ON STAGE...as Buckaroo pours it on, looking in her direction...
120
Penny takes the gun from her purse and lays it in her lap, tears
starting to flood her eyes...
121
BUCKAROO CROONING, all the women enraptured by his voice, his sultry
glance, his animal presence...a real heart-breaker.
122
Penny takes another drink, wraps her hand around the tiny pearl
handle...SLOWLY MOVING THE GUN...
123
ON STAGE, Buckaroo startled...
124
...as in the blink of an eye Penny ATTEMPTS TO SHOOT HERSELF, her arm
accidentally deflected by a passing WAITRESS, the SHOT going harmlessly
into the ceiling as...
125
...the crack Hong Kong Cavaliers whip out their GUNS, snapping back
hammers, forming a human barricade around Buckaroo...
126
...while BLUE SHIELD SECURITY MEN materialize and drag Penny screaming
from the room.
PENNY PRIDDY
Let me go, let me go, you creeps...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Everybody okay up here?
ARTIE DUNCAN'S VOICE
Arrest the girl! Let's get this thing on the road, huh?
127
The Cavaliers holstering their weapons, resuming musical
postures...Buckaroo too...but his mind still half on Penny Priddy.
INT. CRIMINALLY INSANCE COORIDOR - NIGHT 128
Recreation time. SEVERAL MADMEN playing video games, content.
Doctor Lizardo's Philco TV now sitting on a watch desk, the guard who
took it eating dinner, leaning back in his chair, his feet on the
set...so he can bash it now and then to improve the picture
quality...as a SHADOW falls across him...Doctor Lizardo...pulling a
RATTY SUITCASE on tiny travel wheels, wearing an ANCIENT SPORTJACKET.
Out for a stroll?
GUARD
Where do you think you're going, doc? The moon?
129
An amazing thing occurring, as Lizardo's right arm rockets out an
catches the astonished guard around the throat, lifting him off the
floor, Lizardo's left hand picking up the telephone...
DR. LIZARDO
Operator! I wanna place a person-to-person call to John Bigboote,
Yoyodyne Propulsions Systems. Grover's Mill, New Jersey. Tell him it's
John Whorfin calling. That's W-H-O-R-F-I-N. Got it, honey? John! J-O-H-
N!
Lizardo waiting for the call to go through as he strangles the last
breath of air out of the helpless guard, drops him to the linoleum,
reaching for the dead man's keys...
DR. LIZARDO
(into phone)
Of course it's me, John Bigboote, you fool! Prepare for my return! The
time has come. Haven't you heard? Don't you watch TV? Banzai and
Hikita have done it! I'll meet you at the factory. Get that
overthruster! And the little Jap! Alive! Banzai's too dangerous.
Lizardo ripping the phone out of the wall, hurling it across the
room...
...those inmates playing their video games fleeing like rabbits when
they see that...Lizardo obviously no ordinary lunatic, as he proves by
simply reaching out and...
130
...touching THE BUCKAROO BANZAI VIDEO GAME, instantly shorting it out
on his way to freedom, suitcase in tow.
INT. BEDROOM ON BUS - DAY 131
CLOSE ON a newspaper, a banner front page headline announcing the
amazing Jet Car test...
...and down in a lower corner, A PHOTOGRAPH OF "WOULD-BE-ASSASSIN"
PENNY PRIDDY being summarily escorted out of Artie's Artery...PULLING
BACK TO REVEAL...
132
...a simple steel frame bed, fold-out desk with microscope, scientific
books everywhere...Buckaroo trying to tie his bowtie, glancing at the
newspaper propped upon his dresser, that picture of Penny Priddy
staring back at him...Perfect Tommy and Reno nearby assembling some
kind of slide show...THE WHOLE ROOM SWAYING MYSTERIOUSLY...
...the two Cavaliers worrying more about Buckaroo than about what
they're doing, as they fumble the slides, several falling to the
floor...
PERFECT TOMMY
Pick those up, Reno.
RENO
I didn't drop 'em.
...Perfect Tommy getting up and peeking at the newspaper over
Buckaroo's shoulder...then returning to Reno...their voices low...
PERFECT TOMMY
It's a spittin' image.
RENO
Doesn't look anything like her to me.
PERFECT TOMMY
Pictures don't lie.
RENO
Hell they don't. I met my first wife that way.
PERFECT TOMMY
It's Peggy to these eyes. Same nose, same hair. Plus Buckaroo thinks
so too or else he wouldn't be ready to go make a fool of himself,
right?
133
Buckaroo overhearing all of this, of course, as the door opens, Rawhide
appearing, offering a COMPUTER PRINT-OUT...
RAWHIDE
Hot off the World Watch Wire, Buckaroo. Thought you'd wanna be
notified. That old pal of the professor's, Dr. Emilio Lizardo? The one
you did the brain scan on--? He killed a guard last night, broke outta
the Trenton Home for the Criminally Insane, stole a Masarati, totaled
it a block away.
Buckaroo's expression changing at the mention of the name
Lizardo...taking the
print-out.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Then what?
RAWHIDE
Vanished. Thin air.
PERFECT TOMMY
Doctor Lizardo. Wasn't he on TV once?
RENO
You're thinking of Mr. Wizard. This guy's an eccentric genius.
PERFECT TOMMY
Hey, so was Mr. Wizard.
RAWHIDE
Dr. Lizardo's a raving lunatic, Perfect Tommy, a vicious psychopath
with crazy eyes and flaming orange hair that once upon a time was mousy
brown like yours.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Have you warned Professor Hikita?
RAWHIDE
First thing I did.
PERFECT TOMMY
(in the dark)
Why? What's going on? Anything I oughta know? C'mon, Rawhide, spill
it.
Buckaroo nodding his permission...
RAWHIDE
The professor and Dr. Emilio Lizardo were actually the first to
discover the Eighth Dimension. Almost fifty years ago. Before
Buckaroo's parents even knew each other. But there was trouble, a
rocket catapult failed and Dr. Lizardo got sucked half in, half
out...when they hauled him back ,he wasn't the same guy. His hair was
orange...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
And his soul black as the Ace of Spades.
RAWHIDE
He went on a senseless crime spree, killed a cop during a bank robbery,
got caught and judged insane. The professor told us they threw away
the key.
PERFECT TOMMY
Hey, any lock can be picked. So what's he up to?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I'm sure we'll find out soon enough.
Buckaroo heading for the door...Rawhide drawing a receipt book from his
pocket.
RAWHIDE
And another thing. Somebody took five bucks outta petty cash without
signing.
Buckaroo and Reno automatically turning to Perfect Tommy...
PERFECT TOMMY
Wasn't me. I'd take a hundred, right?
INT. WORLD WATCH ONE/BUS - DAY 134
...the guys following Buckaroo into an amazing ELECTRONIC NERVE CENTER,
like the rugged interior of an AWACS, dimly lighted instrument panels
manned by two BLUE SHIELD TECHNICAL EXPERTS.
RADAR SHEILD ONE
Lookit this, Buckaroo. Grossly abnormal high-altitude electrostatic
disturbance over Connecticut. Fallout from the Jet Car, you think?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Doubt it. Check NORAD command. Could be a volcanic ash cloud. Work
her up statistically, check it for the next twenty-four hours, then
shovel the data over to Reno.
INT. PASSENGER SECTION/BUS - DAY 135
Buckaroo coming through another heavy steel door, and for the first
time we realize that we just might be on a MOVING BUS...
EXT. POLICE STATION - ESTABLISHING - DAY 136
BUCKAROO'S BUS pulling up...BUCKAROO BANZAI AND THE HONG KONG CAVALIERS
emblazoned along its side.
INT. POLICE STATION - DAY 137
Waiting near the watch desk, Buckaroo's Jewish surgeon buddy, Dr.
Zwibel...in a thousand-dollars worth of drugstore cowboy gear, a
Hoppalong Cassidy hat, red alligator boots, listening to the local
COUNTRY STATION on a suitcase size stereo...
...looking up as Buckaroo, Reno, and Perfect Tommy approach...
DR. ZWIBEL
Howdy, Buckaroo. Got your message about rendezvousing here. Barely
had time to pack my saddlebags.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Sid, welcome aboard.
(shaking hands)
Fellas, meet a medical colleague, Sid Zwibel. He'll be riding with us
from now on, so get acquainted while I snoop around.
Buckaroo heading over to the DESK SERGEANT on duty...
RENO
The name's Reno. This here's Perfect Tommy.
PERFECT TOMMY
Where do you hail from, Doc?
DR. ZWIBEL
(catching on)
New Jersey!
RENO NEVADA
Where's your spurs at?
DR. ZWIBEL
You making fun of me?
PERFECT TOMMY
Reno, how's about you take New Jersey's gear, mosey on over to the bus
and introduce him to the rest of the hands.
RENO
Why me?
PERFECT TOMMY
Cause Buckaroo needs me here.
Reno picking up Doctor Zwibel's huge stereo and suitcase...
RENO
Follow me, pard'ner.
INT. CELL - DAY 138
Penny sitting on her bunk, a disheveled mess...depressed, her head
buried in her hands as Buckaroo arrives. She sees his reflection in
the pitiful mirror above her toilet...
PENNY PRIDDY
What're you doing here? Why're you looking at me like that?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I guess 'cause you remind me of someone I once knew, long ago before
any of this craziness.
PENNY PRIDDY
Go away. Let me rot?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Who were you really trying to kill last night?
PENNY PRIDDY
You. Like the papers all say.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Pretty terrible shot.
Silence. Penny realizing you don't fool this man with the sloppy
bowtie...coming over to the bars...
PENNY PRIDDY
Was she pretty?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Who?
PENNY PRIDDY
The girl I remind you of.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
She was the Queen of the Netherlands.
PENNY PRIDDY
It's kinda hard this way.
Meaning fixing his tie...which she's trying to do...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I'd turn around, but I'm afraid you'd strangle me.
PENNY PRIDDY
The Netherlands. Whew, that's a long way from Wyoming.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Wyoming? Not Cody, by any chance?
PENNY PRIDDY
No. Laramie. Except I was born in Cody. How did you know that? Oh,
right, sure, I forgot: you know everything.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
No, I don't.
Penny taking too long to retie Buckaroo's tie...an excuse to be near
him...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Having a little trouble with that knot, aren't you?
PENNY PRIDDY
Which? The one in my throat.
Things really heating up between these two...Buckaroo changing the
subject...blocking Perfect Tommy's view.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Did you have family there--? A sister? In Cody?
PENNY PRIDDY
I don't know. I always felt like I did, like there was another me...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Another 'you'?
PENNY PRIDDY
Somewhere. See I was taken away by the Priddies when I was a baby. I
was adopted.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Adopted. I should have know. Of course. If it was a snake, it'd bit
me!
PENNY PRIDDY
What? I don't understand you. I don't understand anything anymore.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Who does? It's a crazy mixed-up world. Just do the best you can with
what you have...
Buckaroo touching her moist cheek, wiping away a tear. Perfect Tommy
and the Desk Sergeant exchanging looks...
PERFECT TOMMY
Running a little late, Buckaroo.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Let her out. In my custody.
PERFECT TOMMY
Let her out? She's a killer.
Buckaroo and Penny unable to look away from each other.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
No she's not.
INT. PRESS CONFERENCE - AFTERNOON 139
REPORTERS, cameras, microphones, and a small audience of VIPS, civilian
and military, in a large hotel conference room...eyes on the ticking
clock...examining charts and MODELS OF SUBATOMIC PARTICLES...on the
dais, Professor Hikita, Secretary of Defense McKinley and Senator
Cunningham, waiting for Buckaroo.
140
Over the refreshment table set up for reporters, TWO REDHEADED MEN
WEARING GLASSES practically FILL THEIR CUPS WITH CUBES OF SUGAR...one
of their arms ELONGATING (1) for more sugar...THE STRANGE MOVE
UNNOTICED...
141
...as the crowd breaks into SPONTANEOUS APPLAUSE and Buckaroo Banzai
enter, Penny Priddy beside him...the glamorous couple surrounded by the
Hong Kong Cavaliers.
142
JOHN O'CONNOR, and JOHN GOMEZ, those two nearsighted REDHEADS with the
sweet coffee applauding only politely.
143
Buckaroo taking Penny onto the dais with him, the Cavaliers assuming
positions of security as...
...Buckaroo sits next to Professor Hikita who shields his remarks from
what must be easily FIFTY MICROPHONES...
PROF. HIKITA
Rawhide tells me Dr. Lizardo escaped...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
(nodding)
I'm assigning a couple Blue Shields to protect you around the clock,
just in case.
Professor Hikita removing the OSCILLATION OVERTHRUSTER from his
battered briefcase and laying it on the table. Buckaroo taking a sip
of water...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Thank you for coming. Before I answer any questions, I think Buckaroo
owes us all a few explanations for yesterday's antics.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Mr. Secretary...Senator Cunningham, ladies and gentlemen...thirty years
ago, nearly to this day, my mother and father and Sir Alan Motley, all
former colleagues of Professor Toichi Hikita at the Texas School of
Mines, gave their lives for what was considered at the time an insane
notion: the possibility of contacting alien life... not on another
planet, but on a simultaneous plane of existence within solid
matter...life which, before the war, Professor Hikita had actually
glimpsed while pioneering a highly primitive gravity catapult with
Doctor Emilio Lizardo.
1st REPORTER
The same Doctor Lizardo that just...?
PROF. HIKITA
One and the same.
144
SOMEONE ELSE'S NEARSIGHTED POV, PEERING AT THE BACK OF PROFESSOR
HIKITA'S HEAD THROUGH A CRACK IN THE CURTAINS BEHIND THE DAIS...
145
John O'Connor and John Gomez at the refreshment table now adding
several packs of 'Sweet 'n' Low' to their thick coffee as...
ON THE DAIS: 146
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I don't wanna go get too technical here, ladies and gentlemen, but I'm
talking twister physics. Quantum Mechanics. Now you see, now you
don't. This table I'm sitting behind? It appears to be solid matter,
right?
Buckaroo demonstrating by picking up his plastic water glass, dropping
it, splashing water left and right as the container naturally bounces
off the table...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
But in point of fact, the solid parts of this table... the protons,
quarks, your neutrons and electrons...they comprise only about one
quadrillionth of its total volume.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Which is not a helluva lot to sink your teeth into.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Exactly. So the professor here, way back in 1937, figured that if
solid matter is mostly empty space, a person oughta be able to discover
a to travel inside things like tables. And mountains.
PROF. HIKITA
We at the Banzai Institute have at last found that way: an alternating
gradient synchronizer that softens solid matter by attenuating its
electroweak forces!
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Which we all know are the forces that tend to pull objects part, right,
professor?
2nd REPORTER
What about the Pentagon? The possibility of war in the Eighth
Dimension, Mr. Secretary?
PENNY PRIDDY
Hey, better there than here, huh?
SOME APPLAUSE, the Secretary of Defense eyeing Penny critically as the
lights dim...as RADAR SHIELD ONE slips into the room, approaches the
dais, and the FIRST SLIDE is projected onto the screen...
147
...the image a murky one...but the outline of a WARSHIP WITH U.S.
SAILORS ABOARD nonetheless unmistakable...
CLOSE ON: 148
RADAR SHIELD ONE
(a whisper)
The President's calling you, Buckaroo.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
The president of what?
RADAR SHIELD ONE
The President of the United States.
149
ANOTHER SLIDE, even more graphic, the number on the bow of the ship
plainly visible...7541.
EVERYONE CAPTIVATED. 150
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Is he still delirious?
RADAR SHIELD ONE
(shrugging)
Can't tell. It's real fuzzy. I patched him through to a pay phone down
the hall.
PROF. HIKITA
In 1942, a U.S. Navy frigate, number 7541, disappeared on a clear day
in the North Atlantic. Long thought to have been torpedoed, these
pictures of 7541 were taken yesterday in the Eighth Dimension.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Now wait a minute here...
PROF. HIKITA
Next transparency, please.
A loud murmur from the audience as the next slide in the projector
proves to be a remarkable image...
...of AN UPSIDE DOWN SEVENTEENTH CENTURY PIRATE VESSEL. 151
...Buckaroo starting from the table only to be reminded by Penny: 152
PENNY PRIDDY
Buckaroo, don't forget your thruster.
...handing him the OSCILLATION OVERTHRUSTER...Buckaroo declining it...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
You keep an eye on it.
PENNY PRIDDY
Any time.
EXT. OUTER SPACE - AFTERNOON 153
Meanwhile, several thousand miles overhead, a HUGE SPIKEY SPACECRAFT
APPROACHES EARTH...
INT. SPIKEY SPACECRAFT (FATHER SHIP) - AFTERNOON 154
A mysterious cloud room where BLACK BRRODING CREATURES perch upside
down and sideways at controls in a smoky, vaporous environment, the
only illumination EERIE YELLOW LIGHT...THE WALLS BREATHING.
BUCKAROO BANZAI'S VOICE
Mr. President--? You there?
MORE NOISES, THE SOUND OF TELEPHONE SWITCHING EQUIPMENT...
INT. CORRIDOR - AFTERNOON 155
Back at a pay phone in the corridor, Buckaroo trying to figure out why
the President doesn't answer.
RADAR SHIELD ONE
Seemed like a bad connection even back on the bus. But they used the
code.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Mr. President--? Some kind of interference...I can't...
Nothing from the other end except ODD SOUNDING COMPUTER BEEPS and the
STATIC-LADEN VOICES of several operators...
RAWHIDE
Maybe it's just a prankster. Some computer whiz kid.
RENO
Whoever it was they used the Blue Code, Alpha Clearance.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
(to Radar Shield One)
Go back to the bus and reroute the call.
RAWHIDE
And try the President's private number at the hospital. Make sure this
is on the level. We're busy people here.
156
...when suddenly eerie, inexplicable things begin to occur...ALL HAVING
TO DO WITH ELECTRICITY...the telephone book scooting closer to
Buckaroo's fingers as if drawn by a magnet, the pages then turning,
faster and faster...
157
...Buckaroo amazed...now the glass phone booth door abruptly slamming
shut, the phone simultaneously emitting a BIZARRE BUZZ...
158
...and then Buckaroo gets literally the shock of his life...A MIGHTY
ELECTRICAL CURRENT PASSING THROUGH THE TELEPHONE...
...AND HURLING HIM OUT INTO THE COORIDOR! 159
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Pencil! Quick! Pen! Anything!
Reno complying, the lights returning to normal, Buckaroo dazed, his
hand moving automatically, writing on any surface available.
A SPARK flying when he touches the metal-tipped pen to metal! 160
Buckaroo finally settling for his hand, SCRIBBLING NUMBERS ON HIS PALM.
161
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - AFTERNOON 162
PROF. HIKITA
Let me ask you to imagine the Oscillation Overthruster as a
sophisticated rifle accelerator firing a steady stream of protons at a
target-in this case a mountain-and the Jet Car as a giant super-
conducting magnet.
The Secretary of Defense fascinated. 163
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Sure, sure, but what about the Fourth, Fifth, Sixth and Seventh
Dimensions?
PENNY PRIDDY
(thumbing through her paperback)
I don't guess they matter. It's like cheesecloth, I think. Minkowiski
space...
...as all eyes turn to see a still woozy Buckaroo Banzai returning,
pointing dramatically at John Gomez and John O'Connor in the
audience...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
There! Those two! Don't panic...
The Cavaliers haven't a clue what he's talking about...
RENO
Whadda you mean, Buckaroo? Where? What?
164
BUCKAROO'S POV...SOMETHING EXTRAORDINARY...ACROSS THE ROOM, TWO GHASTLY
ALIENS, GIANT RED ARACHTOIDS WEARING SUITS AND TIES, HOLDING COFFEE
CUPS...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Evil...pure and simple, from the eighth dimension! Grab 'em!
165
RENO'S POV...NOTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY...neither Reno nor anyone else
in the room seeing what Buckaroo does, seeing instead only those two
redheaded gents who like their coffee sweet, John O'Connor and John
Gomez...COULD THEY POSSIBLY BE THE CRIMSON CREATURES BUCKAROO THINKS
ARE:
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Arachtoids! Stop 'em!
SENATOR CUNNINGHAM
Arachtoids?
166
Buckaroo breaking into a dead run across the room, those two astonished
RED ALIENS racing for the nearest exit!
167
The Hong Kong Cavaliers rushing to help Buckaroo when suddenly the
PIERCING SCREAM of Penny Priddy causes them to stop in their tracks and
look toward the dais...
...where yet NOTHER REDHEAD called JOHN BIGBOOTÉ, in glasses and dark
suit, a bandanna over his face, has just stepped from behind the
curtain and seized Professor Hikita, pointing a revolver at the old
man's head...the Cavaliers instinctively stepping toward the dais,
outraged...
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
Okay, wise guys!
...the masked John Bigbooté FIRING once, wounding Reno in the
shoulder...
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
Let those gun belts hit the floor! And nobody follows, or the prof is
history!
The pistol stuck in Professor Hikita's ear convincing the Cavaliers to
obey, to watch helplessly as the kidnapper backs his victim through the
curtain and out of sight...as new Jersey administers first aid to Reno
and Penny strokes the fallen Cavalier's hair, berating the idle
bystanders around them:
PENNY PRIDDY
Is this the kind of society you want? A society of weak-kneed
jellyfish wallowing in self-pity, prey to ruthless hoodlums who pick us
off like flies?
SENATOR CUNNINGHAM
Or a society where we stand strong, take charge of our own destiny,
with the cry "So far and no farther will we be pushed!"
INT. HOTEL BOWELS - MOVING - AFTERNOON 168
Buckaroo in the meantime running down a flight of stairs...catching
sight of his prey...THOSE TWO MONSTROUS RED ALIENS running through a
swinging door...
...Buckaroo accelerating, hitting the door with every ounce of strength
in him...
INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING GARAGE - LATE AFTERNOON 169
...Buckaroo flying through the door, taking a fall down concrete steps,
finding himself in the hotel parking garage where a MOTORCYCLE SHOW is
unloading equipment...
...Buckaroo spotting THREE SHADOWY FORMS halfway across the lot loading
A LARGE CRATE into a van...
Buckaroo wasting no time going after the van, as it starts
up...commandeering A FANCY NEW MOTORCYCLE, charging after the van
despite an EXHIBITOR'S warning:
EXHIBITOR
Hey, you can't ride that!
INT. CORRIDOR - LATE AFTERNOON 170
The Cavaliers coming from two directions, colliding at an
intersection...
PERFECT TOMMY
Any sign of Buckaroo?
RENO
No! Ditto the professor-
RAWHIDE
Shit!
EXT. CITY STREETS - LATE AFTERNOON 171
The van speeds by...the motorcycle pursues!
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - LATE AFTERNOON 172
The chase continues, leaving the city behind...
EXT. WOODED ROAD - LATER AFTERNOON 173
...the van coming straight toward us, thundering past...as Buckaroo and
his motorcycle next roar INTO CAMERA in hot pursuit, and over his
shoulder an AWESOME SIGHT...
...A DARK, UNNERVINGLY PREHISTORIC CREATURE FLYING DIRECTLY AT US,
GROWING LARGER AND LARGER ON THE SCREEN, BUCKAROO UNAWARE OF ITS
EXISTENCE...
EXT. FIELD - LATE AFTERNOON 174
Twilight enveloping a New Jersey meadow as a pair of DUCK HUNTERS and
their DOG takes advantage of the last half hour of fading daylight
as...
...that BLACK CREATURE wings overhead! 175
176
The duck hunters confused, frightened, FIRING, as a reflex reaction to
this sudden threat from above!
177
CLOSE ON the AWFUL BLACK CREATURE HIT, swooping low with a horrible
shudder!
The hunters transfixed... 178
DUCK HUNTERS
My God! What the hell...
The FRIGHTFUL sound of the CREATURE'S FAILING LUNGS...a terrific noise
as the duck hunters hurry to where their unnatural kill hangs obscured
in a gigantic tree...their dog running ahead, intent on retrieving this
unusual "BIRD"...
EXT. TREE - LATE AFTERNOON 179
The heavy-footed hunters SLOSHING THROUGH WATER, the first hunter to
arrive on the scene using a sharp stick to poke at a BULGING BLADDER on
the bottom of the strange creature, the sac bursting and drenching the
hunter with a hideous viscous fluid...SPARKS! AND A STRANGE BLUE
DUST...
180
...as suddenly AN ENORMOUS SPHERE drops out of the tree and begins
rolling toward the hunter who poked that sac...
DUCK HUNTERS
Jesus Christ--! What is it?
The other hunter following the ODD SPERE as it backs his buddy into a
shallow swamp...the thing coming to a stop and...
181
...A BLACK MAN with dreadlocks emerging from the top of the weird
vessel, trying to balance himself when he slips and crashes to the
ground, his neck breaking...a beam from his dropped 'flashlight'
revealing him in death to be not a black man, but a BLACK ALIEN WITH A
THREE-FINGERED HAND...
182
...the hunters terrified as their dog starts snarling at the tree where
now a second BLACK MAN has emerged, running for the road, jumping the
fence like a gazelle...
183
...the hunters not seeing this second individual, obsessed instead with
a BUCKAROO BANZAI COMIC BOOK they've discovered in the dead alien's
fingers.
1ST HUNTER
It's the latest issue!
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - TWILIGHT 184
Buckaroo still on his MOTORCYCLE in pursuit of the van, taking a daring
shortcut down a treacherous hillside...
INT. VAN - TWILIGHT 185
Alien John Bigbooté at the wheel, alien John Gomez riding shotgun, in
high spirits, cradling a DRY CELL BATTERY, his strange tongue upon it,
getting high...his teeth glowing.
Bigbooté turning in his seat, overhearing alien John O'Connor operating
a RADIO in the rear of the speeding van...
JOHN O'CONNOR
What? A black ship? Where?
(listening)
A black thermopod's been shot down ten miles back.
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
A black thermopod here? On Earth?! Why, John Gomez? Why?
John Bigbooté looking at John Gomez for any possible explanation.
JOHN GOMEZ
John Whorfin...maybe they know he's escaped!
JOHN O'CONNER
How? How could they possibly know? They're more than three trillion
six hundred sixty million miles away.
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
(jerking the wheel)
They know everything! I told Whorfin to sit tight. This could be the
end of us all! We gotta get Banzai's Overthruster and get off this
rock!
EXT. VAN - TWILIGHT 186
The van making a 180( turn!
INT. VAN - TWILIGHT 187
John Bigbooté yelling back to John O'Connor:
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
Where was it, John O'Connor? How far back?
JOHN O'CONNOR
I have a radio fix...
John Gomez opening the glove compartment, taking out a pistol:
JOHN GOMEZ
Death to the enemy!
JOHN O'CONNOR
Death to the enemy--! Kill or die!
John Bigbooté just driving...his strange eyes set.
EXT. ROAD - TWILIGHT 188
Buckaroo rounding a curve on his motorcycle when that van is suddenly
upon him, coming head on!
Buckaroo just having a split-second to catch the logo 'Yoyodyne' on the
front of the van as he swerves into a ditch to avoid certain death...
189
...Buckaroo quickly restarting the motorcycle and taking out A SWISS
ARMY LIGHTER/MINIATURE TWO-WAY RADIO, making a call to:
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Rawhide. Come in. Over.
INT. PRESS CONFERENCE ROOM - TWILIGHT 190
Back in the press conference room, the anxious Cavaliers try to help
several LAW ENFORCEMENT TYPES reconstruct the professor's kidnapping.
A TINY BUZZER going off in Rawhide's pocket: his SWISS ARMY CIGARETTE
LIGHTER. Rawhide turns his Back on everyone, taking out a pack of
Luckies, lighting up as he talks quietly into the FLAME:
RAWHIDE
Over, Buckaroo. What's up? Where in Hades are you? I'm getting a
lotta static.
EXT. ROAD - TWILIGHT 191
Buckaroo pushing and shoving his motorcycle onto a woodland path...IT
IS GETTING QUITE DARK...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
That's me. I've been ionized, but I'm okay. I'm, switching on the
homing beacon, mark two minute intervals.
RAWHIDE
Buckaroo, somebody shanghaied the Professor!
BUCKAROO BANZAI
The deuce you say.
(realizing)
That crate!
INT. PRESS CONFERENCE ROOM - TWILIGHT 192
Elsewhere in the room, nervous and concerned, Penny Priddy sits apart
from the others, thumping the keys of a piano...
RAWHIDE
What crate?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I think I'm on to something. You and the guys go back to the house and
dig up everything you can on an outfit called Yoyodyne.
RAWHIDE
(into flame)
Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems? You think they're mixed up in this?
...Reno sitting down next to Penny at the piano, his wounded arm in a
sling but his fingers nimble as ever...
PENNY PRIDDY
How long you been riding with Buckaroo, Reno?
RENO
Nigh on ten years. Been through a lotta scrapes together.
PENNY PRIDDY
What'd you do before? Can I ask?
RENO
Government work. Had my own think tank. Got tired of thinking-wanted
some action. Seen plenty of it too. So will you if you stick around.
PENNY PRIDDY
Where's Buckaroo? Is he alive?
RENO
Course he's alive. He's Buckaroo Banzai.
Rawhide calling from across the room...
RAWHIDE
All right. Let's go! We got our work cut out for us tonight!
Reno getting up, Penny unsure at that moment whether she's being
included, as those steely eyes of Rawhide zero in on her...
RAWHIDE
You, too, Miss Penny.
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT 193
Darkness as Buckaroo races on, the taillights of the van far ahead...
INT. VAN - NIGHT 194
John Gomez now sharing his DRY CELL BATTERY with John O'Connor, the two
of them singing a SONG from their home planet...
...John Bigbooté at the wheel, preoccupied, refusing their offer of a
toke on the battery with:
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
No thanks, I'm driving.
EXT. CRASH SITE - NIGHT 195
The Yoyodyne van approaching the scene of the downed spacecraft, the
headlights of the single HIGHWAY PATROL CAR illuminating the CORPSE OF
THE DEAD CREATURE in the water...the HIGHWAY PATROLMAN pulling the
figure out of the water, the hunters standing by...
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
Hand me that tarp. Let's cover this guy...
2ND HUNTER
What guy? He's got paws.
The other hunter tossing a plastic tarp over the body as they all turn
to regard the headlights of the Yoyodyne van...the cop heading that
way...
196
BUCKAROO ARRIVING now too, scraping to a stop on his motorcycle in
heavy brush, creeping closer to the crash site for a better look...
197
BUCKAROO'S POV: The ungainly SPHERICAL SPACECRAFT and that amazing DEAD
CREATURE on the ground, covered now with a sheet of semi-transparent
plastic...observing John Bigbooté and John Gomez producing official
I.D.s and appearing to BUCKAROO AS CRIMSON ALIENS...TO THE COPS AS...
ORDINARY CITIZENS: 198
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
John Bigbooté, Officer. Executive Vice President, Yoyodyne Propulsion
Systems.
JOHN GOMEZ
(of the spacecraft)
One of our birds.
The highway patrolman returning Bigbooté's I.D., still a little
skeptical about the whole thing, pointing to THE DEAD CREATURE UNDER
PLASTIC.
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
That fella over there-that one of yours, too, is it?
John Bigbooté having a ready answer...
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
The droid, you mean?
199
Buckaroo moving quickly to the back of the van, starting to open the
rear door with a locksmith's pick attached to his special SWISS ARMY
LIGHTER.
ELECTRICITY JUMPING FROM HIS FINGERS. 200
Buckaroo dropping the two-way radio homing device on the bumper...
201
INT. VAN - CRASH SITE - NIGHT 202
The sound of the Swiss Army lighter jolting red alien John
O'Connor...O'Connor thinking the noise has come from the crate
itself...
JOHN O'CONNOR
Button up in there, Professor, if you know what's good for you.
John O'Connor stepping out for a smoke.
EXT. VAN - NIGHT 203
Buckaroo watching the alien John O'Connor move off in the direction of
the hunters, retrieving his dropped Swiss Army lighter, not noticing
that the once blinking L.E.D. on the homing device has gone out!
Buckaroo again picking the lock...
EXT. CRASH SITE - NIGHT 204
...ordinary citizen John O'Connor meanwhile observing the hunters still
hanging around, one of them engrossed in the Buckaroo comic, his pal
trying to figure out how to operate the dead alien's unusual
flashlight...
JOHN O'CONNOR
Nice night, huh?
INT. VAN - NIGHT 205
...as Buckaroo stealthily enters, working the lock on the crate now
with his all-purpose lighter.
CLOSE ON HIS FINGERS EMITTING THE OCCASIONAL SPARK... 206
EXT. SWAMP - NIGHT 207
John Bigbooté, John Gomez, and the cop looming above the dead
creature...
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
Looks like nothing I ever seen. I seen droids in space movies, but
they're nothing like this-
JOHN GOMEZ
It's a three-man thermopod...
John Bigbooté shooting John Gomez a hard stare...
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
Thermopod? What's a...
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
Very T.S. Top Secret, right John Gomez?
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
Yeah, well, I was gonna call Buckaroo Banzai out here to have a look.
Right up his alley, I think.
John Bigbooté's mood suddenly changing...tensing...
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
You called Buckaroo Banzai?
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
Not yet. I said I was gonna.
The three of them looking up at another pair of headlights arriving, A
SEDAN, the cop yelling at them:
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
Go on! Keep it moving!
JOHN GOMEZ
We got a truck on the way to mop things up for you. Else this place
could become a zoo, not to mention a haven for gawkers.
The highway patrolman moving off to deal with the sedan...
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
We'll just go ahead and start breaking it down.
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
Don't touch it! I got my own help on the way! That's an order!
John Bigbooté frowning, telling John Gomez:
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
There's a crowbar in the truck.
John Gomez nodding, heading back to the van...
INT. VAN - NIGHT 208
...as Buckaroo pries his way into the crate, extracting the shaken
Professor Hikita.
A SPARK dancing between them as they touch! 209
210
PROF. HIKITA
Buckaroo! What the Sam Hill!
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Careful...don't make noise and don't touch me. I'm hotter than
flapjacks.
PROF. HIKITA
What?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I'm a giant semi-conductor, and there's alien creatures all around us.
Form the Eighth Dimension, I think. Look...
Buckaroo trying to show Professor Hikita the MATHEMATICAL FORMULA
written on his hand.
PROF. HIKITA
You can see them?
Buckaroo holding a finger to his lips...whispering...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Ever since that phony phone call from the President. Look at this.
What is it?
PROF. HIKITA
It's your hand, Buckaroo.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
It's an antidote. A formula. Whoever it was on the phone made me
scribble this and gave me the ability to penetrate their disguises.
Buckaroo opening the door to the van.
BUCKAROO SEES the red alien John Gomez coming closer... 211
212
PROF. HIKITA
Antidote to what? Whose disguises?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Arachtoids. From Planet Ten.
PROF. HIKITA
Planet 10?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
(pointing quickly)
There's a Harley behind those bushes. Get back to the laboratory and
start working on the formula. We don't have time to ask questions.
Just synthesize it-
The professor still without the crucial information, however...John
Gomez approaching...
PROF. HIKITA
Buckaroo, the formula--
Thinking fast, Buckaroo presses the palm of his hand to Professor
Hikita's forehead, the ball-point ink transferring...THE IMPORTANT
FORMULA IMPRINTED IN REVERSE ON THE PROFESSOR'S SHINY PATE...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Hurry! Please.
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT 213
The highway patrolman talking to the sedan...TWO SHADOWY FIGURES
INSIDE...
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
If you're gonna stay, you're gonna be under arrest. It's your choice.
INT. WOLD WATCH ONE/BUS - NIGHT 214
Meanwhile back on Buckaroo's bus, in the nerve center, Rawhide and
Perfect Tommy look at a BLANK OSCILLOSCOPE operated by a Blue Shield
Technician...
PERFECT TOMMY
Twelve minutes since the last signal. Long time.
RAWHIDE
Too long. We better get somebody over there. Put up the grid, last
known location--
215
CLOSE ON OSCILLOSCOPE...AN ELECTRONIC GRID FIELD coming up, noting
Buckaroo's last location.
216
RAWHIDE
Hop on the Marconi, see if we got any Blue Shields within a ten-minute
radius.
PERFECT TOMMY
Done.
EXT. CRASH SITE - NIGHT 217
Buckaroo moving dangerously closer to the thermopod as the alien John
Gomez returns with the crowbar...his other-worldly comrade demanding:
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
Open it!
218
...the highway patrolman meanwhile at his squad car, on his radio...THE
SEDAN SITTING TIGHT.
INT. GAS STATION - NIGHT 219
Inside an all-night gas station somewhere in New Jersey, a young black
kid named SCOOTER LINDLEY at his SPECIAL HAM RADIO SET, hearing:
PERFECT TOMMY'S VOICE
Repeat: Intrastate Outward Band 5...Coded...calling all Blue Shield
Irregulars in the Clam State. Bucakroo in trouble...will repeat
coordinates...
SCOOTER LINDLEY
This is Scooter Lindley, Future Knight of the Blue Shield 411/2. Hang
on!
EXT. GAS STATION - NIGHT 220
Scooter racing outside toward his father, CASPER LINDLEY, the station
owner, an everyday no-nonsense guy in grungy overalls, presently trying
to sell a crushed velvet sofa from the top of a three-tier display rack
to a PAIR OF DISCRIMINATING CUSTOMERS...
SCOOTER LINDLEY
Dad! Dad! Buckaroo's in trouble!
CASPER LINDLEY
Say what?!
INT. PASSENGER SECTION/BUS - NIGHT 221
A weary, worried Rawhide comes back into the front of the bus and takes
a seat near Penny and Reno...
NEW JERSEY
Trouble?
RAWHIDE
Nah-Damn sophisticated equipment always breaking down.
Reno wondering if there's more to it than Rawhide's saying...Rawhide
losing himself in a copy of American Horseman.
Penny leaning forward, thinking, picking at a guitar left on the seat
in front of her, watching the mysterious Hong Kong Cavaliers.
222
Perfect Tommy arriving, whispering something in Rawhide's ear, Rawhide
nodding...
Penny looking over at Perfect Tommy across the aisle, Perfect Tommy
confiscating the guitar...his guitar.
PENNY PRIDDY
What's his problem?
RENO
Perfect Tommy's just threatened by smart women. Can you play that
thing?
PENNY PRIDDY
Better than him.
EXT. CRASH SITE - NIGHT 223
Buckaroo jockeying for an improved position, as the alien John Gomez
prepares to strike the pod-TWO MEN getting out of the sedan
now...ARACHTOIDS in baggy suits...
...THE CROWBAR HITTING THE POD for the first time!
224
The cop turning, shouting at John Gomez from his squad car:
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
Whadda you think you're doing? Hey!
The cop in a jam, heading back toward the pod, as the two newly arrived
redheads follow him despite his instructions:
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
I said back off! I mean it. Now get in your car and get the hell
outta here!
...the two goons halting...but as soon as the cop turns, they follow
him again...
EXT. FRONT GATES/BANZAI INSTITUTE - NIGHT 225
A modest estate, several unique buildings on several acres of rolling
Midlothian grassland, home of Buckaroo Banzai and the Hong Kong
Cavaliers...that famous Double B logo festooning a large front gate...a
sign: THE BANZAI INSTITUTE FOR BIOMEDICAL ENGINEERING AND STRATEGIC
INFORMATION.
226
...A NUMBER OF BUCKAROO'S DEVOTED FANS perpetually outside with
sleeping bags and cameras...a wave of excitement rippling through the
crowd as BUCKAROO'S DOUBLE BUS approaches and THREE BLUE SHIELDS on
guard begin opening the gate.
INT. FOYER/BUCKAROO'S HOUSE - NIGHT 227
A combination Japanese ryokan-American ranch house, an elegant
reflection of Buckaroo's dual lineage...a teenage girl heading for the
door to answer an insistent buzzer...she MRS. JOHNSON...
228
...Penny and the Hong Kong Cavaliers standing outside...Mrs. Johnson
reacting as if she's seen a ghost...
MRS. JOHNSON
Peggy--!? Oh, wow...no...
RENO
She's not Peggy, Mrs. Johnson--
MRS. JOHNSON
Not Peggy--! Of course not. How could she be, huh? Whew.
RAWHIDE
Any word from Buckaroo?
MRS. JOHNSON
No...I thought he was with you guys...
The Cavaliers quickly dispersing...Penny left alone under Mrs.
Johnson's curious eyes...
INT. STUDIO-COMPUTER ROOM - NIGHT 229
...the Cavaliers stepping into a home studio, a tangle of wires and
microphones, mixing consoles and data banks tended by a skeleton crew
of BLUE SHIELD TECHNICIANS...one a brainy, wiry kid in his late teens.
BRAINY KID
Hi, fellas...gonna lay down some background vocals tonight?
RAWHIDE
Wish life was so simple, Billy. Remember that outfit the Justice
Department checked into last year-Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems?
BRAINY KID (BILLY)
The big space and weapons high tech consortium way behind on their
delivery of the controversial new Truncheon Bomber?
PERFECT TOMMY
You got her. Buckaroo's orders: access their data bank. Attack their
systems. Up to it?
BILLY
I'm a little short-handed tonight. My phone phreaks went into town for
the big ice cream social...
NEW JERSEY
So we'll help. Let's get crackin'!
BILLY
Who're you?
EXT. CRASH SITE - NIGHT 230
Buckaroo watches the alien John Gomez deliver ANOTHER BLOW to the black
space pod, as inside...
INT. BLACK THERMOPOD - NIGHT 231
...sits a single BLACK ARACHTOID CREWMAN named JOHN GANT, stoically at
this communications console, trying to focus on a DISTORTED PICTURE
FROM DEEP SPACE even as his enemy pounds and cuts through the hull...
CLOSE ON CONSOLE 232
...the picture of his video console coming into focus: a HIGHER-RANKING
BLACK ARACHTOID WING COMMANDER ON TV:
BLACK ARACHTOID COMMANDER
Destroy yourself, John Gant. Set detonator.
INT. FATHER SHIP - NIGHT 233
...the BLACK ARACHTOID WING COMMANDER standing at his radio-video
console, receiving a picture of "John Gant"...
ON TV 234
JOHN GANT
Detonator set. My most profuse apologies to my homeland and loved
ones. John Valuk is dead. He fell on his head, but perhaps John
Parker will get through!
The screen going dark.
235
THE ARACHTOID WING COMMANDER exchanging words with his second-in-
command...
SECOND-IN-COMMAND
But what if John Parker too is dead? Then we must send another
thermopod at once to contact Buckaroo Banzai!
BLACK ARACHTOID COMMANDER
There's no time. We have our order from John Emdall.
INT. VAN - NIGHT 236
The alien John O'Connor looking in on the crate...finding it
empty...lid off...
EXT. CRASH SITE - NIGHT 237
Ordinary citizen John Gomez HITTING the little thermopod again, the cop
exasperated, pushed to the brink, surrounded...
HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
That's it, gentlemen, you're all under...
The cop reaches for his pistol when suddenly John Bigbooté whirls and
lunges out with HIS TELESCOPING ARM, chopping the cop's Adam's apple,
knocking him to the ground...
...the hunters stunned, one of them reaching for a shotgun when the two
newly-arrived Yoyodyne goons attack, easily knocking the hunters to the
ground, beating them!
238
Bucakroo starting forward, but A THREE-DIGIT HAND suddenly on his
shoulder! Spinning him around!
VOICE
Easy, friend-
Buckaroo face-to-face with RED ARACHTOID John O'Connor, the latter
surprised to discover it's...
JOHN O'CONNOR
Buckaroo Banzai--!
Buckaroo taking advantage of this creature's momentary amazement to
kick O'Connor below the belt...dropping him to the turf...now spying
yet another set of headlights coming down the road...
JOHN O'CONNOR
(in pain)
It's Buckaroo Banzai! Get him! He let the professor outta the box!
239
The goons pursuing Buckaroo onto the road, the HEADLIGHTS OF A TRUCK
bearing down on them...Buckaroo waving back at the truck, his only
chance, when suddenly, instead of slowing, the truck speeds up, trying
to run him over...YOYODYNE!
...Buckaroo lunging to safety at the last minute, getting up and
running into a field...the Yoyodyne truck making a 180( turn and coming
after him, across the meadow.
240
...Buckaroo pursued by the truck and the goons when suddenly THE BLACK
THERMOPOD EXPLODES, Buckaroo and the goons flying to the ground,
Buckaroo quickly up and running, the truck gaining on
him...gaining...still gaining when out of nowhere, A ROPE LADDER falls
from the sky, entangling Buckaroo and pulling him up to a hovering
HELICOPER...
INT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT 241
Piloting the small chopper, Casper Lindley, gas station proprietor,
along with his eager son, Scooter...both father and son dressed in Blue
Shield outfits now...Casper giving Buckaroo a helping hand into the
swift-flying craft and getting a MILD ELECTRICAL SHOCK, COMING THIS
CLOSE TO DROPPING BUCKAROO!
CASPER LINDLEY
Forgive the butterfingers, Buckaroo. Casper Lindley, Knight of the
Blue Shield, at your disposal. And my son, Scooter.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Nothing to apologize for, Casper. You've gone beyond the call of duty
tonight. Mind if I get on the horn and radio the Cavaliers--? They'll
be worried.
Buckaroo reaching for the mike, relieved to feel only a SLIGHT
ELECTRICAL CHARGE on touching it...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Not the famous Scooter....?
SCOOTER LINDLEY
Wow. You know it.
EXT. FRONT GATES/BUCKAROO'S HOUSE - NIGHT 242
Professor Hikita on motorcycle, being waved through the front gate by a
BLUE SHIELD GUARD while a second Shield, PINKY CARRUTHERS (on
HORSEBACK), telephones ahead...
PINKY CARRUTHERS
The prof just rolled in. Says he's on his way to the lab and "Do not
disturb."
INT. STUDIO COMPUTER ROOM - NIGHT 243
Reno on the phone, getting the word on Hikita while the other Cavaliers
watch Billy call up a strange senseless MAZE OF LETTERS AND NUMBERS on
his monitor...
RAWHIDE
Try a new cipher. Try G.
BILLY
G cipher. There! More like it!
NEW JERSEY
Nice work, kid.
244
CLOSE UP SCREEN: the letters having at least turned into something
coherent...a batch of names and dates, vital statistics...headed
"YOYODYNE."
245
BILLY
Looks like we've accessed their Read Only Memory...a personnel file.
Could be highly revealing.
RENO
(rejoining the group)
The professor just pulled in, jabbering something about space monsters,
locked himself in his lab.
PERFECT TOMMY
"Space monsters"...my ass.
INT. HALLWAY/BUCKAROO'S HOUSE - NIGHT 246
Mrs. Johnson leading Penny down a richly paneled corridor past pictures
and momentoes of Buckaroo and the Cavaliers, past and present...
MRS. JOHNSON
I'm sure the boys like you. They just don't wanna get attached...and
then see what happened to Buckaroo's last sweetheart happen to you.
PENNY PRIDDY
What happened to her?
Mrs. Johnson biting her tongue...
MRS. JOHNSON
You know any judo?
PENNY PRIDDY
Any what?
MRS. JOHNSON
Don't worry, I won't hurt you.
Penny staring at this strange young girl, not knowing what to say...
PENNY PRIDDY
What's up those stairs?
MRS. JOHNSON
Bunkhouse. Off limits. You'll be bedding down in here.
...Mrs. Johnson opening a guest room door...Penny eyeing those
forbidden stairs...
INT. STUDIO COMPUTER ROOM - NIGHT 247
BILLY
This is queer...look...
Billy staring intently at the monitor...the others leaning in...
248
CLOSE ON MONITOR: a list of IDENTICAL DATES AND PLACES NEXT TO A RAFT
OF NAMES.
249
BILLY
All these people applied for drivers' licenses in the same town in New
Jersey on the exact same date.
NEW JERSEY
New Jersey?
BILLY
Forty-six Yoyodyne employees. Grover's Mill, New Jersey, 11/1/38.
RAWHIDE
Grover's Mills, Grovers' Mills...1938. Why's that so darn familiar?
RENO
Looks like none of these guys ever lived anywhere else. No places of
birth. And all of them with the same first name: John.
New Jersey studying the screen...
NEW JERSEY
November 1, thirty days have September, April, June, and
November...when short February's done, all the rest have thirty-one.
October 31st! Halloween! Don't you get it?
(obviously not)
Orson Welles!
BILLY
You mean the guy from the old wine commercials?
NEW JERSEY
Halloween. 1938..."War of the Worlds"...that fake radio news broadcast
that got everybody scared, thinking that real live Martians were
landing in Grover's Mill, New Jersey! But then it all just turned out
to be a hoax.
BILLY
Then that's it!
RENO
What's it?
NEW JERSEY
Right! Hoax my eye!
RENO
You mean--? No!
BILLY
Yes! Martians! Right across the river in Grover's Mills!
EXT. FRONT GATES/BUCKAROO'S HOUSE - NIGHT 250
Pinky Carruthers aboard his palomino as JOHN PARKER (the only alien to
escape the black thermopod) rides up outside the gate on a
bicycle...holding a STRANGE YELLOW RECORD in his grasp...
PINKY CARRUTHERS
Hi, buddy, what can I do for ya?
JOHN PARKER
Buckaroo Banzai?
PINKY CARRUTHERS
You a messenger? What've you got here?
Pinky Carruthers snatching the ODD YELLOW RECORD through the gate...
JOHN PARKER
I need see Buckaroo Banzai in person. My name is John Parker. Identify
yourself.
PINKY CARRUTHERS
Knight Commander, Pinky Carruthers. Sorry, John, all these people "need
see" Buckaroo in person.
And with that Pinky Carruthers is gone, trotting up toward the mansion
on his palomino...
...as a frustrated John Parker suddenly sticks his nose in the air,
getting a whiff of something, causing him to get on his bike and
pedal...
EXT. OUTSIDE SECURITY WALL - NIGHT 251
...around the corner of Buckaroo's estate where he notices a PARKED VAN
and THREE SHADOWY FIGURES lowering themselves into the ground near the
high security wall...disappearing...
...John Parker approaching, beholding...that familiar "Yoyodyne"
van...and a FRESHLY DUG HOLE, crawling into the hold himself.
EXT. BANZAI INSTITUTE GROUNDS - NIGHT 252
...surfacing WITHIN THE WALLS OF THE ESTATE and again catching sight of
THE SHADOWY FIGURES moving toward the buildings, John Parker
following...quickly ducking behind a tree, trying to get himself a good
view of the three intruders...
SUDDEN VOICE
That's as far as you go, pal.
John Parker jerking his head around, finding himself confronting the
FRIGHTENING SILHOUETTE of a Blue Shield in camouflage commando gear...
253
...John Parker instinctively raising a hand to protect himself when
without warning, a second BLUE SHIELD drops on his head from the tree
above, knocking him down...
INT. GARAGE - NIGHT 254
Closed...SAM, the mechanic, next to Buckaroo's precious JET CAR,
tinkering with that damaged Harley Davidson...the garage door suddenly
sliding open, startling Sam...no one there.
SAM
Okay, who's the funny guy?
EXT. GARAGE - NIGHT 255
In the buses, CLOSE ON SOMETHING WEIRD EMERGING SLOWLY FROM TEH ALIEN
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ'S MOUTH...SHARP...
Sam stepping forward...A FIVE-PRONGED ORGANIC STINGER THE SIZE OF A
WALNUT FLYING OUT OF THE NIGHT! A scream dying in Sam's throat as he
clutches his heart, John Bigbooté dragging him back into the garage.
INT. GARAGE - NIGHT 256
...while the red alien John Gomez remains outside as a lookout, the
alien John O'Connor quickly peering into the locked Jet Car and
smashing the window, searching in vain for the OSCILLATION
OVERTHRUSTER...
JOHN O'CONNOR
Not here! No Overthruster!
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
John Whorfin will kill us!
JOHN O'CONNOR
You look! It's not here!
JOHN GOMEZ
Professor Hikita!
EXT. GARAGE - NIGHT 257
Outside, John Gomez making a startling discovery: the figure of
Professor Hikita near an upstairs window of the research building only
yards away...when suddenly overhead...
258
GOMEZ'S POV...CASPER LINDLEY'S CHOPPER...landing behind a stand of
trees as the alien intruders scatter for cover.
INT. DEN - NIGHT 259
Mrs. Johnson sitting near a crackling fire, at a small desk stacked
high with books and papers, her nose in an advanced chemical
engineering text.
...looking up as the front door opens, admitting Buckaroo Banzai,
Casper and Scooter bringing up the rear...
MRS. JOHNSON
Buckaroo!
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Is the professor here? Where's Penny?
MRS. JOHNSON
Both of 'em safe and sound. What's going on? Everybody's freakin' out.
A shaken Rawhide, Reno, Perfect Tommy appearing on the stairway...
RENO
They're arachtoids, Buckaroo, from Planet 10!
BUCKAROO BANZAI
What? How do you know that?
RAWHIDE
It's all on the record. Come on-
Buckaroo heading up the stairs...
260
UPSTAIRS HALLWAY...BUCKAROO MOVING QUICKLY DOWN THE CORRIDOR with his
men, being debriefed on the run:
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Planet 10? The same Planet 10 you postulated beyond Pluto, Perfect
Tommy? The invisible body?
PERFECT TOMMY
Yeah, but most of 'em blasted in through the Eighth Dimension in 1938
at Grover's Mills, New Jersey...
RENO
...where there was some kinda giant crash landing, a huge explosion and
they fooled Orson Welles into covering it up! And then they founded
Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems and hid there for...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Orson Wells? What about Doctor Lizardo?
PERFECT TOMMY
Lizardo caused it all. Because he was already here on earth, screwing
around with his own stupid Overthruster.
RAWHIDE
Faulty design. It sucked.
RENO
...but he wasn't the real Doctor Lizardo...just this arachtoid creep
that stole the good doc's body the year before in the Eighth Dimension
when Prof. Hikita's lab exploded...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Stole his body? When Doctor Lizardo's hair turned red and his mind
snapped? Of course! What else?
PERFECT TOMMY
It wouldn't tell us the whole story until you got here. It wasn't to
talk to the head honcho.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
It? Who does?
INT. INSTITUTE LABORATORY - NIGHT 261
Professor Hikita and his assistant toil away, starting at...
262
...an elaborate electron-tube apparatus that just now beings to produce
TINY GLOWING GREEN PARTICLES...
263
...the professor excited, confused...rechecking Buckaroo's EQUATION ON
HIS FOREHEAD by looking into a mirror.
INT. BUCKAROO'S STUDY - NIGHT 264
...while Billy places John Parker's UNUSUAL YELLOW RECORD on a
turntable in Buckaroo's cluttered office...Casper and Scooter and the
Cavaliers seeking protection behind a PLEXIGLAS 'BLACKBOARD', their
faces seen through a maze of mathematical symbols and equations...
265
...Buckaroo at his messy desk with a can of beer, FASCINATED TO SEE HE
STILL POSSESSES ENOUGH STATIC ELECTRICITY IN HIS HAND TO DRAW A SHEET
OF PAPER UP FROM THE BLOTTER LIKE A MAGNET!
RENO
Stand back, man...
266
...as the needle now comes down on the yellow disc, and amid a flurry
of SMOKE AND SPARKS, A GORGEOUS BLACK HUMAN FEMAL sizzles up from the
grooves of the record and hovers in mid-air...A HOLOGRAM!
HOLOGRAM
Salutations, great Buckaroo Banzai. I am John Emdall from Planet 10.
A common grave danger confronts both our worlds.
INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT 267
Meanwhile out in the corridor, Mrs. Johnson advances with a load of
cold beers and Birdseye burritos...passing by a figure frozen in the
shadows...OUR POV: THE ALIEN JOHN O'CONNOR. Mrs. Johnson gone, none
the wiser.
INT. BUCKAROO'S STUDY - NIGHT 268
Mrs. Johnson entering, dropping some of her load in shock at the sight
of beautiful John Emdall floating free in the center of the room...
MRS. JOHNSON
Oh, wow...
Reno picking her things up, as Mrs. Johnson backs away from the
HOLOGRAM and sticks the burritos in a portable microwave oven in the
corner of Buckaroo's desk...
269
JOHN EMDALL
After a bloody reign of terror, the hated leader of our military caste,
the self-proclaimed "Lord" Whorfin, a bloodthirsty butcher as evil as
your Hitler was overthrown by freedom-loving forces, tried, and
condemned, along with several hundred of his followers, to spend
eternity in the formless void of the Eighth Dimension. Death was deemed
too good for their ilk.
270
RENO
Did you tell Penny Buckaroo wanted to see her?
MRS. JOHNSON
She's not in her room...I looked.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Will everybody please shut up so I can hear this thing?
271
JOHN EMDALL
Were it not for the experiments of your father and Professor Hikita and
the real Doctor Lizardo, then John Whorfin would still be locked safely
away on another plane of existence.
272
Rawhide and Pinky Carruthers holding a whispered conversation elsewhere
in the room...
PINKY CARRUTHERS
"John Parker" I think he called himself, this Rasta man on a bike
dressed up in aluminum foil. With a weird album...how the hell was I
supposed to know he came from outer space?
Buckaroo moving dangerously close to the HOLOGRAM...
John Emdall suddenly pointing right at the great man... 273
JOHN EMDALL
And now, you, Buckaroo Banzai, have unintentionally helped John Whorfin
further with your Oscillation Overthruster! For our intelligence warns
us that John Whorfin is about to make good his escape from Earth back
through the Eighth Dimension...and on to Planet 10! If he should
attempt this we will have no choice but to disrupt worldwide electronic
communications and fire a particle beam weapon from your airspace to
Smolensk, in the Union of the Soviet Socialist Republics.
PERFECT TOMMY
An action the Kremlin will most certainly misinterpret as an American
first strike!
JOHN EMDALL
Exactly, Perfect Tommy. The Soviets will retaliate. Your President
Widmark will launch a massive counterforce strike...and within twenty
minutes the danger to Planet 10 will be removed...
RENO
God, if it's not one thing it's another.
JOHN EMDALL
But...because we're good guys, we're giving you a chance to save your
planet. Stop John Whorfin before sunrise! If you fail we will be
forced to help you destroy yourselves. End of discussion.
274
There's an awful pause...and then a SCREECH as John Emdall spirals
downward into the grooves of the record again.
275
CASPER LINDLEY
She gotta be kiddin', right? Vaporize the whole damn planet--?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
You wanna take the chance, Casper?
CASPER LINDLEY
Not me. No way.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Rawhide, go find out how Professor Hikita's coming with that formula.
Mrs. Johnson, take Casper and Scooter, gas up the Jet Car.
SCOOTER LINDLEY
Wow, you know it!
Buckaroo heading for the door...
RENO
Where're you goin'?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
To get my guns.
PERFECT TOMMY
His guns? Holy shit.
INT. INSTITUTE LABORATORY - NIGHT 276
...Professor Hikita and his assistant leaning over the electron tube
apparatus, removing a rubber stopper from one of the receptacles, in
the process GETTING AN ACCIDENTAL WHIFF of that BIZARRE GLOWING GREEN
COMPOUND...Professor Hikita and assistant letting out gasps, seeing a
sight that nearly stops their hearts...
THEIR POV 277
AT THE WINDOW...JOHN BIGBOOTÉ...AND A RED ARACHTOID!
278
Professor Hikita, petrified, stepping back, grabbing the OSCILLATION
OVERTHRUSTER and knocking over a chair, as THE ALIEN CREATURE smashes
the window!
INT. INSTITUTE CORRIDOR - NIGHT 279
Rawhide, hearing screams from the Professor's laboratory, races down
the corridor, gun drawn...
INT. BUCKAROO'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 280
Buckaroo coming into his bedroom, opening a dresser drawer when
suddenly...A NOISE BEHIND HIM! Buckaroo whirling instinctively with
twin EBONY HANDLED COLTS a fraction of a second from firing...at PENNY!
...the latter poking her head out of Buckaroo's closet just long enough
to see him aim his silver pistols, jumping back into the closet,
slamming the door...an exasperated Buckaroo stepping over to the
closet, finding it locked...knocking...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Open up or I'll shoot it off.
PENNY PRIDDY
I'll shoot yours off if I had a gun, you double-dealing Casanova! I
thought you liked me for myself. But why should you, huh? A jerk like
me.
Buckaroo understanding at last the reason for Penny's odd behavior,
seeing THE PHOTOGRAPH on his bedstand of a younger, possibly not-yet-
so-world-famous Buckaroo Banzai in tuxedo...his pretty companion A DEAD
RINGER FOR PENNY.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Penny, look-
PENNY'S VOICE
You look. Who is she?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
That's kinda complicated to get into right now because the world's
maybe coming to an end and I can't stand here and talk to a closet
door.
PENNY'S VOICE
Yeah, whose world is coming to an end? You only wanted me because I
remind you of her.
Buckaroo fidgeting, precious seconds ticking away...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Penny, I was going to get into that, but I haven't had time...with
arachtoids and all...but briefly she was your long lost twin sister, we
got married, and that's about all I can say. Right now.
(no response)
Penny?
A silence from the other side, the closet door unlocking...slowly
opening, revealing Penny standing in the middle of a pile of female
clothing...
PENNY PRIDDY
Married--? So that's it! Buckaroo Banzai, a married man. Where is
she? With the kids some place?
Buckaroo turning...Penny eyeing him, penetrating his soul...
PENNY PRIDDY
She must've been a bigger fool than me if she ran out on a guy like
you...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
She was killed, Penny.
PENNY PRIDDY
Oh, my.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Don't go to pieces. I haven't got time tonight.
A pregnant pause, the pain evident on Buckaroo's face as he turns back
to the job at hand, picking up his holster and rummaging through the
dresser drawer, fighting back the painful memories...
PENNY PRIDDY
Looks like you're the one might go to pieces.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Where's my damn ammo? Nothing is ever where it's supposed to be around
here!
PENNY PRIDDY
How did she die? I wanna know.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
You don't wanna know.
PENNY PRIDDY
Yes, I do. Gimme a chance. I'm stronger than you think.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
She was murdered by Hanoi Shan on our wedding night.
PENNY PRIDDY
Hanoi Shan--? The guy in your comic books. Boss of the World Crime
League? Supreme Commander of the Legion of Death? The Pivot of
Mystery himself? You're putting me on. He's a cartoon character.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I wish he was. He's real enough.
Penny having to sit down and think about this as Buckaroo straps on his
guns...changes his torn and shredded jacket...Penny looking at a
BUCKAROO BANZAI COMIC BOOK on the night stand...then at the framed
photograph of Peggy...
PENNY PRIDDY
God, she's so young and beautiful. I don't remember her at all. Which
I guess is good, under the circumstances. I bet you'll never forget
her though.
One look at Buckaroo says it all...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Never.
PENNY PRIDDY
I gotta be honest with myself and not repress these feelings-I've got
mixed emotions-I don't know if I can handle this. Oh, boy...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I gotta go. We're on borrowed time.
PENNY PRIDDY
Go where? Where're you going?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
(squatting close to her)
Please, Penny. You just gotta trust me now. Okay? And don't panic.
Because it's gonna be all right.
PENNY PRIDDY
What? If we just believe in Buckaroo Banzai?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Yeah...and maybe more important, if you believe in yourself.
PENNY PRIDDY
Believe in Penny Priddy?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Absolutely.
Penny looks into his eyes...
PENNY PRIDDY
You've got your six guns strapped on. You're ridding off on another
adventure? Oh, my God, it's all real...it really is real. I should go
with you. Please...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
It's too dangerous.
PENNY PRIDDY
That's just what you would say. This is so unreal. I'm dreaming...
Starry-eyed, she leans forward to kiss him, Buckaroo about to oblige
when their fingers touch, Penny getting a MILD ELECTRICAL SHOCK...
...the door suddenly opens and Perfect Tommy sticks his head in...
281
PERFECT TOMMY
(breathless)
Buckaroo--! Sorry--
BUCKAROO BANZAI
What is it, Tommy?
PERFECT TOMMY
Sam's dead! Someone broke into the Jet Car! And things are going
haywire over at the lab...
Buckaroo running for the door, calling over his shoulder to Penny:
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Stay here, I'll be back.
PENNY PRIDDY
Sure. I won't hold my breath.
EXT. BUCKAROO'S HOUSE - NIGHT 282
Buckaroo, the Cavaliers, and the Lindleys race out of the house toward
the research building...
INT. BUCKAROO'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 283
Penny hurriedly changes clothes...puts on Peggy's clothes...when
suddenly THE SIGHT OF JOHN O'CONNOR standing in the hallway door,
leering at her...
PENNY PRIDDY
Whadda you want?
John O'Connor, remembering her from the press conference...
JOHN O'CONNOR
Nothing right now, Penny Priddy.
John O'Connor vanishing...Penny again at a loss...
INT. BANZAI INSTITUTE - NIGHT 284
Buckaroo and the Cavaliers running inside, racing up a bright yellow
staircase to the second floor...
INT. INSTITUTE LABORATORY - NIGHT 285
Buckaroo and the Cavaliers entering, finding the motionless lab
assistant in Professor Hikita's wrecked laboratory...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Dead. Damnit!
PERFECT TOMMY
Where's the professor?
RENO
Where's Rawhide?
CASPER
Who'd do a thing like this?
NEW JERSEY
Arachtoids.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Spread out. They can't be far.
INT. INSTITUTE CORRIDORS - NIGHT 286
SHOTS of Cavaliers in empty hallways, guns drawn, discovering evidence
of intruders...OFFICES RANSACKED, FURNITURE UPSET...EXPERIMENTS FOULED
UP...
287
...Buckaroo turning a corner, finding a SMALL AMOUNT OF SMOKE in the
hallway...turning the corner...
INT. DRAFTING ROOM - NIGHT 288
...stepping into a LARGE ROOM clouded with SMOKE from a burning file
cabinet, Rawhide and a HULDING FORM struggling in the gloom...
...Buckaroo unable to get a clear shot at the beast when suddenly
Rawhide succeeds in knocking his adversary to the floor, the "man"
HISSING!
RAWHIDE
Look out, Buckaroo!
Rawhide putting himself in the line of fire, suddenly clutching his
lower back...Buckaroo starting toward Rawhide but...
RAWHIDE
Behind you!
Buckaroo turning as THE SHADOW OF THE ALIEN JOHN O'CONNOR falls on his
back!
...Buckaroo firing his guns, wounding the creature, the disoriented
FIGURE retreating out into the corridor as Buckaroo turns in time to
see Rawhide's assailant dive into a hole in the floor! A hole in the
floor?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
You okay?
RAWHIDE
Yeah. Just grazed me. The Professor's under the floor too...with the
Overthruster...
Buckaroo edging toward that strange orifice in the linoleum, going into
it himself...
INT. DOWNSTAIRS CORRIDOR - NIGHT 289
As Penny rushes in, her ears picking up weird noises...THE SOUND OF
PEOPLE in the acoustical tiles overhead...Penny trying to follow the
racket down the first-floor hallway...
INT. CRAWL SPACE - NIGHT 290
Buckaroo in the dim light of the crawl space, making his way past air-
conditioning ducts toward the sound of someone or something crawling up
ahead...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Professor--!?
PROF. HIKITA'S VOICE
Here, Buckaroo!
SOUNDS IN THE DARKNESS, Buckaroo holding his pistol still at the ready
but useless in these cramped quarters...Buckaroo finding a worklight,
flicking it on...
INT. DOWNSTAIRS OFFICE - NIGHT 291
Penny meanwhile following the NOISES AND VOICES OVERHEAD into an empty
office, grabbing a ladder and knocking out a ceiling panel...
PENNY PRIDDY
Buckaroo! Rawhide! Reno? Anybody?
292
ANOTHER POV...unfortunately someone else is watching Penny from inside
that very office...the wounded John O'Connor sitting in a swivel desk
chair behind the door, oozing blood of a strange color and consistency,
staring ferociously at Penny...MORE CLATTER OVERHEAD...as Penny
elevates herself partially into the hole...
INT. CRAWL SPACE - NIGHT 293
PENNY'S POV...Professor Hikita only yards away, on his belly, able to
come no further, unable to wedge himself beneath a large duct...the
arachtoid John Bigbooté closing in behind the professor...Buckaroo
closing in behind Bigbooté.
PROF. HIKITA
Take it, young lady! Grab it!
294
Unseen by John Bigbooté, the OVERTHRUSTER skittering across the crawl
space and into Penny's hands!
INT. DOWNSTAIRS OFFICE - NIGHT 295
Penny stepping down off the chair and onto the desk top, her back still
to the wounded John O'Connor as she quickly stuffs the OVERTHRUSTER
into her purse...an action unseen by the ghastly, bleeding thug who...
296
...EXTENDS HIS ARM UP AND ACROSS THE ROOM...HIS HUMAN HAND TIGHTENING
AROUND HER MOUTH...
INT. CRAWL SPACE - NIGHT 297
Buckaroo advancing toward the professor...
PROF. HIKITA'S VOICE
Go back, Buckaroo!
The arachtoid John Bigbooté whirling, firing a STINGER that whizzes
past Buckaroo's head, missing by inches...as Buckaroo FIRES
twice...John Bigbooté screaming...kicking at a small fresh air vent,
somehow squeezing his huge body out the tiny opening like a rat.
INT. DRAFTING ROOM - NIGHT 298
Buckaroo helping Professor Hikita up out of the floor...Rawhide lying
very still now, surrounded by Reno, Perfect Tommy and New Jersey...
...one look between New Jersey and Buckaroo sufficient to tell us that
Rawhide hasn't got a chance...Buckaroo kneeling beside his old pal,
Rawhide forcing a smile...
RAWHIDE
You're a welcome sight...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Just 'grazed' you, huh?
New Jersey extracting a strange MANY-PRONGED STINGER from Rawhide's
back. Buckaroo looking at it...Rawhide maintaining a sense of humor...
RAWHIDE
Apache?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Arachtoid.
RAWHIDE
So I was right. That's nice to know...
Across the room, Pinky Carruthers comes in with Casper and Scooter
Lindley, and that black man from Planet 10, John Parker...
PINKY CARRUTHERS
We found the guy, Rawhide, sucker dug a hole and tried to...
Pinky's words catching in his throat as he sees Rawhide's condition.
299
Buckaroo turning, seeing not a 'guy' but A GIANT ARACHTOID standing
there...
300
Rawhide fading fast, Buckaroo lobbing the STINGER to "John Parker"...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Any antidote for these things?
John Parker holding the stinger in his palm...
JOHN PARKER
No, none.
...as it suddenly comes alive! He drops it to the floor, stomps it to
death...
PERFECT TOMMY
That mean you're on our side?
RAWHIDE
(sinking)
We gotta stop 'em, Buckaroo.
Buckaroo turning from the BLACK ARACHTOID to his dying buddy...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
We will, old fried, we will.
RAWHIDE
Sure do pack a mean wallop...let's go...
BUT RAWHIDE CLOSING HIS EYES FOR THE FINAL TIME, as Buckaroo feels for
a pulse...the look in the great man's eyes saying it all...sadness
mixed with anger...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
There's another one we owe 'em.
...THE SOUND OF A HELICOPTER STARTING UP...
CASPER LINDLEY
They're stealing my chopper!
The Cavaliers racing for the window...
RENO
And they got Penny! Look!
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Don't shoot!
PROF. HIKITA
She has the Overthruster!
JOHN PARKER
Then your planet is doomed.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
No!
(calmer)
We'll get it back.
Buckaroo shoving Perfect Tommy aside, at the window himself now.
301
BUCKAROO'S POV...a fleeting glimpse of THE STOLEN LINDLEY CHOPPER...
INT. WALTER REED ARMY HOSPITAL - NIGHT 302
CLOSE ON the familiar face of the Secretary of Defense seen from an
unusual angle...PULLING BACK TO REVEAL PRESIDENT WIDMARK lying on his
belly, surrounded by the electronics of his temporary set of
government, staring down at a special mirror that reflects his
Secretary of Defense, the Secretary pressing a point further an
igniting a Camel with a lighter from the President's nightstand.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
It's not Buckaroo Banzai per se, Mr. President. It's his men...some of
then foreigners...Asiatics, their names changed, their true backgrounds
shrouded in secrecy! I mean, when you come right up against it, what do
we really know about any of 'em?
A NURSE appears with two little pills...
NURSE
These'll make you a tenny bit drowsy, Mr. President.
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
That's okay, Bonnie, I won't be operating any heavy machinery today.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
(desperate)
We've never had a weapon like the Jet Car in the past, Mr. President.
Light-weight, highly mobile, stick on some anti-tank missiles, a couple
grenade launchers, hell, we could buy ourselves two hundred Jet Cars
for the price of ten tanks, send 'em swarming all over Ivan like bumble
bees, sir, right clear through their precious little Iron Curtain like
it was Swiss cheese! They gotta be just scared shitless!
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
As are all sane men today.
SECREATRY OF DEFENSE
Hey, and me too. That's why I'm saying until Buckaroo Banzai agrees to
submit his boys to at least a routine government security check, that
Jet Car should be in the hands of Defense, and if they won't sell us
the technology, then Mr. President, by God, sir, we have got to take
it! In the national interest.
The lighter in the Secretary's hand suddenly BEEPING, startling him and
prompting the President to claim the gizmo and point it at...
303
...an astounding TV-telephone where the FACE OF BUCKAROO BANZAI
APPEARS...
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
World Watch One. Direct incoming transmission.
BUCKAROO BANZAI ON TV
Hello, Mr. President. How's my favorite patient? Any tenderness?
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
That which does not kill us makes us stronger, Buckaroo. What's it
like out there in the real world?
Secretary of Defense McKinley stepping around behind the bed, coming
into Buckaroo's field of vision...
BUCKAROO BANZAI ON TV
Not too terrific, sir. I apologize for the interruption but something
very unusual has reared its ugly head in outer space, and it looks like
the Earth's caught in a crossfire.
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
You're gonna have to repeat that, I think, Buckaroo.
EXT. BUCKAROO'S BUS - NIGHT 304
On a highway somewhere near the Eastern seaboard, Buckaroo's bus speeds
toward Yoyodyne...
INT. WORLD WATCH ONE/BUS - NIGHT 305
Buckaroo standing at a TV-telephone in his MOBILE ELECTRONIC NERVE
CENTER, the arachtoidal John Parker right at his side amid a flurry of
activity... technicians accumulating INFO on THE ALIEN FATHER SHIP FROM
PLANET 10...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
To cut right to the bottom line on this, sir, we have reason to believe
that there are moving freely among us, vicious red aliens disguised as
the owners and operators of Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems.
...Perfect Tommy, Reno, even Casper Lindley, coming in and out of the
picture, transforming themselves into a crack commando unit donning
assault/chemical-warfare uniforms...little Scooter Lindley among them,
too, doing like his dad.
306
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE ON TV
Yoyodyne Propulsion? The people working on our Truncheon bomber?
Under control of alien nationals? Reds? Commies, you say?
307
...New Jersey studying an initial computer enhancement of THE AWESOME
BLACK ARACHTOID SHIP HEADED TOWARD EARTH...
308
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Not exactly, Mr. Secretary, no. Real aliens. Giant red arachtoids
camouflaged as human beings...and what they're really building, forget
your Truncheon bomber, Mr. Secretary, is this enormous rocketship to
escape back through the Eighth Dimension and then on to Planet 10.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE ON TV
Now wait one second...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
The gentleman standing here with me is called John Parker, and he can
corroborate everything I've said because he's from Planet 10 too.
INT. WALTER REED ARMY HOSPITAL - NIGHT 309
The President dumbfounded...John Parker on TV appearing as nothing more
than a wild and wooly Rastafarian...
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
Buckaroo...you and I, we go back a long, long way together...but...
JOHN PARKER ON TV
(interrupting)
Time is short, Mr. President. To prevent John Whorfin's escape, my
comrades are at this moment taking up a geostationary position over New
Jersey. This situation is explosive!
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
Explosive? What are you saying, man? Some kind of race war in New
Jersey--?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
No, sir. This 'man' as you call him, is not a human being, Mr.
President. He's a black arachtoid.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
That's some kind of spider, isn't it?
INT. WORLD WATCH ONE/BUS - NIGHT 310
New Jersey joins Professor Hikita at a microscope, analyzing a slide
smeared with that weird alien 'blood'...
PRESIDENT WIDMARK ON TV
Buckaroo, my good friend...I'd like to help you...but don't you think I
would've heard from my SAC radar by now if...
INT. WALTER REED ARMY HOSPITAL - NIGHT 311
BUCKAROO BANZAI ON TV
SAC wouldn't know what to look for, sir. Because these black
arachtoids are cleverly hidden inside a huge thundercloud.
The Secretary of Defense takes action, picks up a phone...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Get me John Bigboote at Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems, Inc. Then...
(to the President)
...the FBI. Let's see if this spade's wanted. What the hell's his
name again? Jackson?
JOHN PARKER ON TV
Parker. I have delivered a hologram from my president, John Emdall,
who has made it clear that unless John Whorfin is destroyed at once,
she intends to fire an atomic beam from your American airspace...
BUCKAROO BANZAI ON TV
...hit Smolensk and precipitate a thermonuclear war, Mr. President.
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
A what?
BUCKAROO BANZAI ON TV
A thermonuclear holocaust, sir. These creatures from Planet 10 are
ready to exploit Soviet-American tensions and get us to blow each other
off the face of the earth, sir, if necessary.
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
You're quite serious about this, aren't you, Buckaroo. We know each
other pretty well, I think.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
John...? John Bigboote? Right, Bigbooté, sorry. Anyway, hey, guy,
how's everything over there at Yoyodyne? How's my big bomber coming?
Nothing out of the, you know, ordinary? Spiders? I know you're
busy...lunch? Sounds good...when's good for you? Next Tuesday? I'm
writing it down in my book. See you then...Uncle Sam's treat.
The Secretary writes nothing down, hangs up, looking unsatisfied with
the conversation just concluded.
INT. WORLD WATCH ONE/BUS - NIGHT 312
Buckaroo glancing over at Professor Hikita and New Jersey, the latter
squinting into the microscope...
PRESIDENT WIDMARK ON TV
Well. I don't know what to say, Buckaroo...aliens from Planet 10,
nuclear extortion, spiders in thunder clouds, a girl named "John"...
NEW JERSEY
There's your answer! Electromagnetic bacterial crap!
PROF. HIKITA
Programmable!
NEW JERSEY
We inhale the bacteria. It swims to our cerebral cortex and reprograms
our consciousness. Diabolical. We only see what they want us to see.
PROF. HIKITA
Electric brainwashing.
John Parker nearby, helping Reno synthesize more of Professor Hikita's
ARACHTOIDAL ANTIDOTE and pour the liquid into GAS MASK FILTERS...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE McKINLEY STEPPING CLOSER INTO THE PICTURE...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE ON TV
Just curious, Buckaroo, but where's the Jet Car at these days?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I've got it, Mr. Secretary. But unfortunately the Oscillation
Overthruster is in Penny Priddy's possession and she's been kidnapped
and taken to Yoyodyne, further exacerbating the situation. We're on our
way there right now.
INT. WALTER REED ARMY HOSPITAL - NIGHT 313
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
Who the hell's Penny Priddy?
The Secretary of Defense giving the President a sly 'I told you so'
look...
INT. WORLD WATCH ONE/BUS - NIGHT 314
Perfect Tommy coming over, interrupting...
PERFECT TOMMY
Buckaroo, John Parker has the arachtoid cloud on line 2!
INT. WALTER REED ARMY HOSPITAL - NIGHT 315
BUCKAROO BANZAI ON TV
Excuse me a moment, Mr. President. We're talking to the cloud right
now.
And his image fades.
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
Good God...
The President picks up the phone...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Well, if it wasn't Buckaroo Banzai, I'd say commit the man.
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
Get me SAC HQ: Omaha, NORAD, and the Strategic Space Command. I want
some hard data on that cloud. We got any killer satellites over Jersey-
-?
INT. WORLD WATCH ONE/BUS - DAY 316
Everyone studying a much MORE DETAILED COMPUTER ENHANCEMENT of the
alien cloud...
The Alien John Parker on the phone, whispering... 317
RENO
They're armed for bear, Buckaroo. Check out those radiation levels.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
(to John Parker)
John Parker, tell them we're doing our best. Stall.
JOHN PARKER
(into phone)
Buckaroo Banzai says patience is a virtue, Wing Commander, sir.
Perfect Tommy interrupting again, holding yet another telephone...
PERFECT TOMMY
It's Whorfin, Buckaroo. Line 3.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Whorfin? Does he know we're coming?
INT. SPEED OPERATOR'S PULPIT (YOYODYNE) - NIGHT 318
Meanwhile in a grimy narrow control booth high above the factory floor,
a terrified Penny Priddy sits BOUND and GAGGED, John O'Connor SPREADING
THE CONTENTS FROM A HONEY-BEAR SQUEEZE BOTTLE over her naked arms while
long trails of ORDINARY PICNIC ANTS make their way up her legs...John
Bigbooté looking on...
Penny's UNOPENED big clear plastic purse on Doctor Lizardo's desk, the
OVERTHRUSTER right under his nose and he doesn't even know it as he
speaks into the phone handed to him by an ASSISTANT. BEGIN
INTERCUTTING.
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Well, well...Dr. Banzai. Perhaps you don't remember me? Ah, I'm
flattered. We know the same people. In fact, one of them is here with
me now...your associate, Doctor Penny Priddy.
319
BUCKAROO BANZAI
"Doctor"--?
320
DOCTOR LIZARDO
May I pass along my congratulations for your great achievement. In the
miserable annals of the Earth, you will be duly enshrined! However...
(a pause)
...Miss Priddy claims to be unable to solve my problem. And provide the
crucial missing circuit for my Overthruster. Perhaps you can convince
her to try.
Lizardo holding the phone toward Penny, ripping her gag off...
PENNY PRIDDY
I'm not worth it, Buckaroo! Forget me!
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Penny--?! Are you all right?
Doctor Lizardo yanking the phone from Penny, remaining silent for a
second to torture Buckaroo's soul...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
She knows nothing, Lizardo.
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Then shall we say "A Penny for your thoughts?" You can come in her
place. Yoyodyne, Dr. Banzai. Come alone, with your Overthruster!
(hanging up)
He'll bring it. I know his type.
Penny glancing surreptitiously at her large transparent purse, THE
OVERTHRUSTER IN A JUMBLE OF COSMETICS!
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Take her to the pit! Use more honey. Find out what she knows.
Smiling smugly, Lizardo heads for the door, Penny squirming in her seat
as the TINY ANTS dig in...
PENNY PRIDDY
Who are you? Hanoi Shan? The Scourge of Burma! The Pivot of Mystery?
Well, you're not destroying me like you did my sister!
Lizardo simply sneering at her as he goes out the door...
INT. PASSENGER SECTION/BUS - NIGHT 321
A flurry of well-ordered activity taking place...Hong Kong Cavaliers
and Blue Shield Irregulars along with Pinky Carruthers. Casper and
Scooter...sitting up front like paratroopers, cleaning their back-pack
FLAMETHROWERS...SAWED-OFF SHOTGUNS...Buckaroo giving them a chalk talk,
an aerial photograph of Yoyodyne on the clear plexiglas 'blackboard'...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
These antidote filters the Professor's whipped up will let you to see
them like I have since yesterday, as arachtoidal creatures. They won't
be pretty, nothing personal, John Parker. But just remember...if we
fail tonight, there's no tomorrow.
JOHN PARKER
They will never surrender. They will fight to the end.
Buckaroo nodding...THE CAVALIERS BREATING THEIR ANTIDOTE FILTERS,
SEEING NOW "THE ALIEN" JOHN PARKER WITH A MIXTURE OF DISBELIEF AND
HORROR...Casper and Scooter Lindley especially unsettled...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I'm working under the assumption that Penny still has the Overthruster.
That'll be my job: get it back in one piece. Here's the main gate.
I'll pass through first, alone. The rest of you divide into two strike
groups-Apache Team...that's you, Reno...and Chaparral Team, Perfect
Tommy. John Parker'll ride with Chaparral.
Perfect Tommy not too thrilled about that.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Top priority is the Overthruster. Whorfin can't escape without it. The
built-in tracking device should make it relatively simple to
locate...maybe hard to get.
INT. BOWELS OF YOYODYNE - NIGHT 322
Penny being dragged by John O'Connor through a slimy underground
corridor, past a strange piece of machinery.
INT. WALTER REED HOSPITAL - NIGHT 323
The President of the United States talks into a cigarette lighter and
peeks up a nurse's skirt by means of his floor mirror...
324
MIRRORED POV: The nurse's reflection replaced by that of his NATIONAL
SECURITY ADVISOR...
325
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
Buckaroo, come in...over. How does this damn thing work? Can anybody
figure this lighter out?
NATIONAL SECURITY MAN
No, sir. I think the flint...
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
What's happening with my call to SAC?
NATIONAL SECURITY MAN
Still no confirmation either from SAC or Strategic Space Command. They
report all surveillance satellite communication jammed.
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
Jammed--? By who? Whom by?
NATIONAL SECURITY MAN
Possible atmospheric condition, sir...solar. It's unusual, but no
cause for alarm. Intelligence reports the Soviets are having the same
problem.
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
Should we be on Code Red?
GENERAL CATBURD
We go to Code Red, the Russians go to Code Red...no sense jumping off
half-cocked, Mr. President.
The President twisting around to glower at Catburd eating an orange,
sitting near a table of flowers and fruit baskets.
SENATOR CUNNINGHAM
I don't know...Buckaroo Banzai's never been wrong before.
Senator Cunningham pacing nervously...
GENERAL CATBURD
The man went through solid matter, for crying out loud. Who knows what
it did to his brain...maybe scrambled his molecules. All I'm saying is,
let's not panic here! I'm sure there's a rational explanation...
NATIONAL SECURITY ADVISOR
(turning from a strange phone)
Russian radar is down, sir. They've just gone to Code Red.
Silence. And then calmly and quietly:
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
We've got no choice then. Call my wife.
The National Security Advisor turning back to his telephone:
NATIONAL SECURITY ADVISOR
Code Red. "Butch says we're crimson."
GENERAL CATBURD
Mr. President, none of us here are lunatics or irrational men...
(looking at Cunningham)
...or persons. I'm a soldier and I'm a damn good one, enough
decorations to snap a Christmas tree, but I don't mind telling you, I'm
sure I speak for everyone in this room when I say I am scared. I'm
barely holding my fudge right now.
SENATOR CUNNINGHAM
Stop acting like a goddamn schoolgirl, General, and pull yourself
together.
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
I'm glad someone has the balls to face facts!
(pause)
Forget we're the good guys and we'd never attack first. They think
we're godless monsters just like them. Put yourself in their
samovars...sitting in the dark without radar, bells ringing all over
the damn Kremlin, little men in fedora hats getting out of Zils, coming
into the Great Hall of the People. Now, do you think they're gonna
listen to reason? I'll give Buckaroo his Planet 10 space cloud, but do
you think they will?
NATIONAL SECURITY ADVISOR
(being handed a dispatch)
Soviet radar is down, sir, and so is ours. We're both totally
defenseless. More or less.
GENERAL CATBURD
Hail Mary.
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
So what's our counter option, General Catburd? Earn your salary.
GENERAL CATBURD
I guess we have to prick this boil and take the heat, sir. Hit 'em
primero...blast 'em off the face of the Earth before they lose their
heads and do it to us first.
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
Larry, where's my Football?
NATIONAL SECURITY ADVISOR
Out in the hall, sir.
INT. WALTER REED HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT 326
An apple-cheeked Marine Lieutenant sits watching a television soap
opera, only the sinister BLACK BRIEFCASE chained to his wrist setting
him apart from missions of other viewers...General Catburd sticking his
head out of the President's room...
GENERAL CATBURD
What're you waiting for, boy? Get in here with that thing.
...as an out-of-breath Mrs. Johnson rounds the corner on rollerskates,
out-foxing SECRET SERVICE AGENTS and the rest of the President's
entourage, cutting through, clutching the YELLOW RECORD...
MRS. JOHNSON
For the President! From Buckaroo Banzai!
EXT. RENDEZVOUS POINT - NIGHT 327
A dimly lighted parking lot not far from Yoyodyne. A KOLODNY BROS.
PLUMBING VAN arrives, disgorging several tough BLUE SHIELDS as Buckaroo
and Professor Hikita confer...the alien John Parker doing some highly
unusual warm-up exercises on the tarmac...Reno telling the arriving
Blue Shields:
RENO
We're waiting for the Jet Car. Billy's bringing it.
PERFECT TOMMY
Asshole probably got lost.
NEW JERSEY
Or nailed for speeding.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Can I have everyone's attention? I'm not a rah-rah kinda guy, and I'm
not much for speeches, but things could get rough out there tonight.
It's a fight we didn't ask for, but it's a fight we're stuck with and
we all saw what happened to Rawhide. So if for any reason this is
good-bye, I want you all to know that...well...that...you crazy lugs...
Buckaroo finding it difficult to put into words what they all mean to
him, the Cavaliers smiling, needling him...
RENO
What, Buckaroo? You trying to tell us something?
The JET CAR racing up, skidding to a stop, Billy jumping out, the big
engine still running.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Let's just fry those arachtoids.
Buckaroo embracing Professor Hikita, turning back to his men, pulling
on his helmet:
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Give me thirty minutes. Then come in and mop up.
Buckaroo tossing a quick Blue Shield salute, shutting himself into his
speed machine.
328
PROF. HIKITA'S POV as Buckaroo blasts off...an exhaust trail of white
smoke as he rockets up the highway!
INT. YOYODYNE - NIGHT 329
Penny Priddy, more bedraggled and filthy than ever, being dragged by
John O'Connor deeper into the bowels of Yoyodyne, down a flooded
subterranean corridor...
INT. WALTER REED ARMY HOSPITAL - NIGHT 330
CLOSE ON THE PRESIDENT'S FACE...JOHN EMDALL'S VOICE OVER...talking
thermonuclear war...wrapping her speech up...WHOOSH!
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
Well... that's certainly food for thought.
331
Mrs. Johnson lifting the needle off the SMOKING RECORD...as the
President's National Security Advisor places a call on that ominous
STRANGE PHONE, a palpable tension rising, urgency bordering on panic...
...General Catburd and the young Marine lieutenant rummaging through a
confusion of envelops in the BLACK BRIEFCASE.
NATIONAL SECURITY ADVISOR
No answer at the Kremlin, sir. Just dead silence.
GENERAL CATBURD
Here you go, Mr. President...the Sealed Authenticators. The Plan D
Documents for your eyes only...John-Hancock these, and we got ourselves
a knockout little force posture...
SENATOR CUNNINGHAM
You know, on second thought, maybe we should think this through a bit
more so that future generations of...
THE LIGHTS IN THE ROOM START TO BLINK ON AND OFF...silencing the
Senator...Catburd handing the President a writing implement...pulling
out a special writing tray from the bed...
PRESIDENT WIDMARK
"Name of the enemy"? What, Planet 10? My hand's shaking. How on
earth can I even...have to stay awake, alert...that's my job. That's
what the people put me here for.
INT. FATHER SHIP - NIGHT 332
Meanwhile inside the strange vaporous entity...BLACK CREATURES scuttle
about their jobs in semi-darkness, monitoring the Earth below...
BLACK ARACHTOID COMMANDER
Where is Buckaroo Banzai?
BLACK ARACHTOID AT SCOPE
John Parker tells us he's approaching Yoyodyne, Wing Commander, sir.
BLACK ARACHTOID COMMANDER
Keep me posted.
EXT. MAIN GATE/YOYODYNE - NIGHT 333
...as Buckaroo arrives in his JET CAR...RED ARACHTOID GUARDS unlocking
the chain link barrier, swinging it open...
INT. SPEED OPERATOR'S PULPIT (YOYODYNE) - NIGHT 334
In the nerve center of Yoyodyne, a nervous John Bigbooté watches Dr.
Lizardo addressing his ragtag followers on the floor below...Bigbooté
with his hands on Lizardo's mike cord, trying to get up enough nerve to
pull the plug on his boss...
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Blacks are on this planet! Here in New Jersey! Coming to destroy us! We
must move! Escape or die!
335
OVER LIZARDO'S SHOULDER: A view down below on the littered floor of a
huge aircraft factory that houses a GIANT SPOACESHIP OF BIZARRE DESIGN,
a customized 747, wingless, jagged, the entire vehicle suspended twenty
feet off the floor on movable cranes, work ladders stretching up to its
several doors...
DOCTOR LIZARDO
You must work faster to finish the Great Vehicle. So that we can enter
the Eighth Dimension and free our trapped comrades! So we can return to
our homeland and seize power once again!
...Lizardo's followers extending their three-fingered hands in fascist
salutes as he whips them into a feverish state:
BACK TO: 336
DR. LIZARDO
Where are we going? Tell me!
RED ARACHTOIDS
To Planet 10!
DR. LIZARDO
When?
RED ARACHTOIDS
Real soon!
Dr. Lizardo peers down at the hangar floor.
337
HIS POV of the JET CAR locked in the iron jaws of a GIGANTIC ROLLING
MACHINE...
INT. JET CAR/LAUNCH HANGAR - NIGHT 338
The Jet Car's engine shut down, Buckaroo CHECKING HIS OVERTHRUSTER
HOMING DEVICE as he's trundled toward John Gomez, in a graveyard of
HUGE YELLOW SPIKES, his eyes taking in everything, from the last-minute
preparation of the GIANT SPACECRAFT to:
339
BUCKAROO'S POV...the evil figures of Dr. Lizardo and John Bigbooté
standing high in the speed operator's pulpit...
340
Buckaroo yanked out of the cockpit...John Gomez poking at the JET CAR'S
dashboard, ripping out its cassette deck, finding the crucial
Overthruster missing and shaking his head in Lizardo's direction.
JOHN GOMEZ
Not here!
THEIR POV 341
An angry John Bigbooté racing down the stairs toward the Jet Car...as
over the PUBLIC ADDRESS BOOMS:
DOCTOR LIZARDO
WHERE IS THE OVERTHRUSTER!
BACK TO: 342
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I thought you had it!
For that seemingly flippant but honest answer, Buckaroo gets punched by
John Bigbooté...doubling him over...
DR. LIZARDO'S VOICE
Take him to the Shock Tower!
INT. YOYODYNE SHOCK TOWER - NIGHT 343
Murky, dank, an insect paradise...Buckaroo standing trapped inside an
ELECTROMAGNETIC FIELD...John Bigbooté looking on...
...Dr. Lizardo flashing two separate, incredibly complex ELECTRICAL
DIAGRAMS on A MONITOR SCREEN in rapid-fire order.
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Solve them! The shock tower is a lie detector. Any untruth triggers a
brutal charge to your auditory meatus...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
You're not getting a damn thing outta me until Penny's safe.
DR. LIZARDO
Curse you, Banzai! Don't you realize what you're saying? Your planet's
about to be destroyed, and you're wasting time like this...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
I've got nothing but time.
CLOSE ON THE POLYGRAPH NEEDLE SUDDENLY JUMPING! 344
345
THE TOWER ZAPPING BUCKAROO, A FIERCE ELECTRIC SHOCK TOSSING HIM BACK
AND FORTH LIKE A RAG DOLL...
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife...doomed is your soul, and
damned is your life!
Lizardo pressing a button, administering a second SHOCK to Buckaroo,
while an aide turns a dial, INCREASING THE VOLTAGE
DOCTOR LIZARDO
I want my missing circuit now!
INT/EXT. PRESIDENT'S HELICOPTER - NIGHT 346
A VIEW OVER THE SECRETARY OF DEFENSE'S SHOULDER as the chopper
descends, lands in a parking lot where Buckaroo's bus sits guarded by
Cavaliers and Blue Shields...THE CAMERA FOLLOWING the Secretary right
out into it all...A CARPET CLEANING VAN ARRIVING, THREE MORE TOUGH BLUE
SHIELD IRREGULARS REPORTING FOR WORK..."THE RUG SUCKERS".
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Who the hell are those guys? Where's Buckaroo?
INT. YOYODYNE SHOCK TOWER - NIGHT 347
Buckaroo still held in his electric straitjacket...Lizardo nodding to
the ARACHTOID in charge of a bank of glowing closed circuit TV
sets...the same picture popping onto every set: PENNY HANGING IN "THE
PIT".
BUCKAROO BANZAI
You bloody--!
DOCTOR LIZARDO
She'll live...for a while, and she won't enjoy it.
Lizardo indicates his favorite monitor...the INCOMPLETE OVERTHRUSTER
equation flashing across its face.
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Only you can save her from the fate of your friend, Mr. Rawhide! Solve
this equation. I must have the crucial missing circuit.
CLOSE ON THE MONITOR...a riot of circuits and junctions... 348
BACK TO: 349
BUCKAROO BANZAI
The missing circuit's in your head, Whorfin.
DR. LIZARDO
Whorfin? How do you know that's my real name?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
John Emdall told me.
Buckaroo smiles at Lizardo's surprise, Lizardo signaling John Bigbooté
who turns on the voltage, ZAPPING Buckaroo!
INT. BUCKAROO'S BUS (PARKED) - NIGHT 350
The Secretary of Defense pacing the aisle of the bus, looking at his
watch while the Cavaliers and newly arrived Blue Shields conceal their
eagerness for battle...checking watches, cleaning weapons.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Anybody got a report-anybody got anything? Or are we still blacked
out?
Perfect Tommy looking back into World Watch One...
PERFECT TOMMY
Light precipitation. Partly cloudy tomorrow.
SECREATARY OF DEFENSE
This bus should be in the hands of Defense.
...Scooter Lindley, wearing a gas mask, approaches the alien John
Parker with a BLUE SHIELD BALLPOINT PEN and a piece of paper...
SCOOTER LINDLEY
Could I have your autograph, Mr. Parker?
John Parker at first not understanding the nature of the
request...looking at the ball-point pen, Scooter flipping the point for
him...
SCOOTER LINDLEY
Say, "To my best friend Scooter..."
JOHN PARKER
You got it.
...the Secretary of Defense, NERVOUSLY CRACKING HIS KNUCKLES...moving
up the aisle, suddenly screaming:
SCRETARY OF DEFENSE
What the hell are we doing?! I don't believe this...what're we waiting
for? Christmas?
PROF. HIKITA
(checking his watch)
Ten minutes more. Buckaroo's orders.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Damn Buckaroo! I'm the eyes and ears of the President of these United
States of America! In loco presidentis! Which means I'm in charge
here!
PERFECT TOMMY
Not on this bus, you're not.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Who the hell do you think you are?
PERFECT TOMMY
Perfect Tommy.
That answer alone enough to drive the Secretary up the wall...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Well let me tell you something, Mr. Perfect Tommy: I don't need this
shit. I could be on Easy Street with a cushy job in the private
sector. But instead, I got me a nine-hundred-million-dollar way-the-
hell-behind-schedule top-secret bomber being built down there by
Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems and I don't intend to set twiddling thumbs
in a bus while Buckaroo Banzai goes crashing around my airplane looking
for his damn girlfriend, driving a car that itself is probably worth
more to this country than all the tea in China! I'm talking National
Security risk and we are going in there like gentlemen and straighten
this thing out before somebody gets hurt! You got that?
...the Secretary suddenly grabbing a weapon from a surprised Blue
Shield and turning it toward the driver...
REVERSE ANGLE...THE SECRETARY CRACKING A SHOT OFF AT THE WINDSHIELD!
351
352
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Hit it, soldier boy! Move this buggy! That's a goddamn executive
order!
With his weapon trained on the driver, who's to stop him?
PERFECT TOMMY
Go ahead, Louie, do like the man says.
EXT. HIGHWAY NEAR YOYODYNE - NIGHT 353
The double bus leaping forward, heading down the long approach road to
Yoyodyne...past a BILLBOARD touting the aerospace achievements
of...YOYODYNE-AN EXCITING, GROWING COMPANY...JUST ONE MILE
AHEAD...PATROLLED BY AIRCRAFT.
INT. BUCKAROO'S BUS - NIGHT 354
The Cavaliers letting the Secretary of Defense call the shots for the
moment, talking among themselves, Perfect Tommy squelching any notion
of knocking off their hysterical hijacker:
PERFECT TOMMY
(whispering)
Hey, so we get into action quicker this way. We tell Buckaroo our
watches were fast.
Ordinary citizen John Parker taking a step toward the Secretary,
offering him a gas mask...the Secretary turning on him...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
That's far enough, black boy...
A mystified John Parker stepping back.
355
ANGLE TOWARD WINDSHIELD...the Secretary peering through the windshield
at the chain link gates coming into view...YOYODYNE-AN EQUAL
OPPORTUNITY EMPLOYER.
REVERSE ON 356
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
I'll handle the negotiations here...
(to the driver)
Slow her down.
EXT. GUARD GATE/YOYODYNE - NIGHT 357
The Secretary getting out, coming around to the REDHEADED YOYODYNE
GUARDS who try to peer in through the bus' tinted windows...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
You fellas got a phone? Ring ahead and get me John Bigboote. Tell
him...
GUARD
It's Bigbooté.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
What? Hell, I'll do it yourself if I want it done right, huh?
The Secretary pushing the astonished guards aside and picking up the
telephone, the guards trying to stop him and in the process turning
their backs on the bus as it SILENTLY CRUISES PAST THE GATE INTO
YOYODYNE...
EXT. DESERTED AREAS (YOYODYNE) - NIGHT 358
...the bus coming to a stop in a scrap metal dump inside the big
compound, Cavaliers and Blue Shields piling out, going with their
assigned groups...Perfect Tommy's Chaparral Team following John Parker
toward a normal looking building...
JOHN PARKER
Under here, I think.
PERFECT TOMMY
Under where? Hold on...
But John Parker entering a crawl space beneath the huge
building...Chaparral Team having no choice, following.
EXT. YOYODYNE GATE - NIGHT 359
The Secretary of Defense struggling with the guards for possession of
the phone, drawing his stolen weapon...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Now you get this straight...you're up to your ass in alligators, and
I'm here to drain the swamp. So I'm gonna use this phone...because it
is all over for you, Baby Blue...
(picking up the phone)
This is the Secretary of Defense at the poorly guarded west gate. I
wanna speak to John Bigbooté, person to person. Okay, okay...Bigbooté.
EXT. UNDERGROUND ENTRANCE/YOYODYNE - NIGHT 360
Reno's Apache Team (Casper and Scooter on board), finds yet ANOTHER
UNDERGROUND ENTRANCE to the main building, slips in...
INT. UNDERGROUND BUILDING - NIGHT 361
Chaparral Team (the alien, John Parker, Perfect Tommy) in the strange
labyrinth of dark, low-ceilinged passageways, making their way
cautiously...
PERFECT TOMMY
Hope you know where you're going, John Parker. Because my nose is
starting to whistle...
A FORM suddenly dropping from the ceiling, landing on Perfect Tommy, a
fierce struggle in the darkness...John Parker to the rescue, garroting
a RED ARACHTOID, Perfect Tommy helping himself up...
PERFECT TOMMY
Thanks.
JOHN PARKER
Don't mention it.
PERFECT TOMMY
Then I won't.
INT. BIVOUAC ROOM - NIGHT 362
...John Parker leading the way again, up some unusual stairs...into the
MAIN BIVOUAC ROOM, RED ARACHTOIDS apparently asleep in bizarre tents,
others hanging from the ceiling like sloths, A STRANGE HEAVY HUMMING
NOISE starting to fill the room...
JOHN PARKER
They sense us. Hurry.
John Parker breaking into a run for the far end of the room, Perfect
Tommy and the others following, John Parker hitting the door...and AN
ALARM GOES OFF...Perfect Tommy opening fire at a HUGE GENERATOR...THE
POWER DROPPING EVERYWHERE!
INT. YOYODYNE SHOCK TOWER - NIGHT 363
LIGHTS PULSING...ELECTIRICITY FAILING in the murky torture chamber
giving Buckaroo just the change he needs to break free of the shock
tower.
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Stop him! Get him!
INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT 364
Buckaroo ducking into a recessed doorway, taking cover against a wall
wet with strange algae as various ARACHTOID GUARDS scramble past, ALARM
BELLS AND SIRENS GROANING...
DOCTOR LIZARDO
(to Bigbooté)
Kill the girl!
...Buckaroo losing sight of the swift arachtoid John Bigbooté,
resorting instead to his ELECTRONIC TRACKING DEVICE while...
INT. FLOODED CORRIDOR - NIGHT 365
...Reno, New Jersey and Pinky Carruthers bring Apache Team down a
flooded corridor, meeting some opposition.
INT. DARK CORRIDOR - NIGHT 366
Buckaroo spotting New Jersey in the confusion, the two of them tracking
Penny electronically, descending concrete steps, moving down a dark
corridor that we recognize...
INT. LAUNCH HANGER - NIGHT 367
The Secretary of Defense meanwhile reaching the big hangar, confused,
alarmed, chaos everywhere, shouting over the din:
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Bigboote!
...spotting John Bigbooté across the hangar floor, going after him,
staring bug-eyed at the MONSTROUS-LOOKING SPACECRAFT suspended above
the hangar floor...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
What the hell...that ain't no Truncheon bomber, my friend. I never
approved that!
INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT 368
The Secretary following the speedy John Bigbooté around a bend, unable
to keep up...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Bigboote!
Bigbooté giving no indication of seeing him, rounding a corner ducking
into his office...
...the Secretary rounding the corner too but seeing no sign of
Bigbooté...instead just an office door, a nameplate reading JOHN
BIGBOOTÉ, EXECUTIVE VICE PRESIDENT...the Secretary of Defense opening
the door...
INT. BIGBOOTÉ'S OFFICE - NIGHT 369
...moving past a vacant receptionist's desk to John Bigbooté's
cavernous, strangely furnished chamber...EMPTY.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Bigboote?! You can run, but you can't hide. I want some facts!
...but no sign of John Bigbooté.
INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT 370
Buckaroo and New Jersey still tracking Penny, moving through another
flooded, slimy corridor we remember...
INT. BIGBOOTÉ'S OFFICE - NIGHT 371
...the Secretary spying a phone on the receptionist's desk amid
scattered Oreo cookies, picking the phone up, clicking it a couple of
times to get a dial tone...totally ignoring AN AMAZING FRAMED PICTURE
OF A RED ARACHTOID MOTHER AND CHILD ON THE DESK RIGHT IN FRONT OF
HIM...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Operator...operator...how the hell does a person get an outside line
around here?
...his gaze now focusing squarely on that cheap framed photograph of
the RED ARACHTOIDS...Secretary McKinley losing his bearings...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Oh, Lord. Never mind...forget it...
...his mind reeling, refusing to accept the obvious, the oddly designed
furniture and chairs in the room, somehow insect-like...a sudden
sound...a WOMAN'S SCREAM that seems to come from...underneath the
floor?
...the Secretary cocking his weapon and stepping around the desk as an
amazing thing occurs...A TRAPDOOR IN THE OFFICE FLOOR opening, the
Secretary going to investigate, able to observe...
372
HIS POV of...John O'Connor coming up a ladder and, in the room below, a
barely conscious Penny still in her private hell, trussed and taped,
ANTS CRAWLING ON HER ARMS...the lurid specter of John Bigbooté staring
at her...
INT. THE PIT - NIGHT 373
PENNY'S CLEAR PLASTIC PURSE UNOPENED ON THE DESK BESIDE HER, as the
Secretary of Defense suddenly knocks John O'Connor down the ladder and
jumps into the room, injuring his ankle...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
What the hell's is going on here, Bigboote? Where's my bomber?
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
That's 'Bigbooté'.
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
I don't give a flying handshake what it is! Where's my bomber?
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
Let's just climb upstairs to my office and discuss this like two
reasonable...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Your private life's your own concern, pal. Where the hell is my
bomber? Look at this place...where's your pride? It's like a pigsty
down here!
374
THE TELESCOPING ARM of John Bigbooté suddenly shooting out and lifting
the Secretary off the floor, banging him into the wall...
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
It's not my goddamn planet! Understand, monkey boy!?
...BIZARRE LAMPS SWAYING as GUNFIRE upstairs prompts Bigbooté to
release the Secretary, to urge O'Connor to head for a door off the
hallway...
JOHN O'CONNOR
But John Whorfin said kill her.
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
Damn John Whorfin--!
INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT 375
Bigbooté and O'Connor emerging in the hallway...seen by Buckaroo Banzai
and New Jersey as RED ARACHTOIDS...
JOHN PARKER
Look out, Buckaroo Banzai!
Buckaroo turning and just in time, the alien JOHN GOMEZ right behind
him...and behind Gomez, John Parker and Perfect Tommy with flame
throwers...
...Buckaroo and New Jersey hitting the deck as the RED ARACHTOID gets
smoked, the aliens John Bigbooté and John O'Connor escaping in the
confusion...
INT. THE PIT - NIGHT 376
The Secretary of Defense still on the floor, spotting the OVERTHRUSTER
in Penny's purse, taking it just as Buckaroo and New Jersey rush into
the room...lights swaying...shadows dancing...
...the Secretary struggling to his feet as Buckaroo cuts Penny
down...spraying her with a white insecticide, New Jersey checking her
vital signs, Buckaroo shocking New Jersey accidentally with a jolt of
STATIC ELECTRICITY, as the Secretary slips the OVERTHRUSTER under his
coat...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
(to no one in particular)
It's not over yet...I'll bounce back...always have. I'll come through
this thing smelling like a goddamn rose-just watch me.
The Secretary limping out of the room...New Jersey trying to get
penny's pulse while Buckaroo peels back her eyelids...
NEW JERSEY
Leave her to me. You take care of business.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Thanks.
Buckaroo looking at New Jersey, knowing he can trust him, rummaging
through Penny's purse...no Overthruster...
INT. YOYODYNE SHOCK TOWER - NIGHT 377
Dr. Lizardo and the alien John O'Connor and the alien John Bigbooté
seeing their deteriorating position OVER A CLOSED-CIRCUIT TV...VIDEO
IMAGES OF THE INVADING FORCES...
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Sound the call to board ship!
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
Without the crucial missing circuit? We'll never make it!
JOHN O'CONNOR
They are only monkey boys! We can still crush them here--!
Lizardo picking up a primitive INCOMPLETE OVERTHRUSTER THE SIZE OF AN
APPLE CRATE...
DOCTOR LIZARDO
You heard my orders! Activate the Special Horns!
INT. FLOODED CORRIDOR - NIGHT 378
Buckaroo joining the alien John Parker, the two of them tearing down
one of the flooded passages...suddenly covering their ears from those
PAINFUL, EAR-SPLITTING HORNS!
INT. ANOTHER CORRIDOR - NIGHT 379
Secretary of Defense McKinley makes his way through several RED
ARACHTOIDS running in blind panic...SIRENS WAILING...
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Coming through! Clear it!
INT. LAUNCH HANGAR - DAWN 380
...the light of a new day starting to glow through grimy windows...as
down on the floor, Dr. Lizardo is about to scale a spindly ladder into
his BIG SUSPENDED SPACESHIP...Lizardo spotting Buckaroo, John Parker
and Hong Kong Cavaliers entering this sacred space...
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Massacre them! Without quarter!
Dr. Lizardo pushing his own soldiers aside, scurrying into his
SPACESHIP with John Bigbooté and John O'CONNOR.
INT. LIZARDO'S BIG SPACESHIP - DAWN 381
no sooner inside than a cowardly order is issued to John O'Connor:
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Close the doors!
INT. LAUNCH HANGAR - DAWN 382
Meanwhile, the floor of the hangar...the alien John Parker using
strange judo, the amazing Blue Shields fighting like Samurai, ducking
STINGERS, FIREING into the enemy at point blank range...
383
BUCKAROO SEEING Dr. Lizardo's engine start up, CLOUDS OF BLACK SMOKE
pouring from the exhaust pipes...
384
John Parker fighting his way toward the ship...
385
WHILE OVER YONDER the Secretary of Defense spots the JET CAR unattended
amid that field of weird yellow totems...
ANOTHER ANGLE 386
John Parker reaching the BIG SPACESHIP to find Buckaroo already there,
Buckaroo taking the lead up a tall ladder that seems to reach to a REAR
ENTRANCE.
INT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 387
Buckaroo settling into a weird little chair, John Parker at his side,
facing the opposite direction in a love-seat arrangement...at a wall
cluttered with confusing instruments and a framed photo of LIZARDO...NO
WAY INTO THE BIG SHIP FROM HERE...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
What is this thing? A fighter?
JOHN PARKER
Don't look at me, Buckaroo Banzai. I failed flight school.
INT. LIZARDO'S BIG SPACESHIP - DAWN 388
John Bigbooté in the co-pilot's seat, as Doctor Lizardo attempts to
connect his clumsy overthruster.
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Overthruster in place.
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
It won't work! It won't!
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Shut up, John Bigboote, you coward!
John O'Connor pushing John Bigbooté aside as Lizardo hits another
switch and for a fraction of a second ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE, A BLINDING
GREEN LIGHT!
INT. LAUNCH HANGAR - DAWN 389
The spacecraft lurches forward twelve feet! Stops.
INT. LIZARDO'S BIG SPACESHIP - DAWN 390
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Again, John O'Connor! Again!
INT. LAUNCH HANGAR - DAWN 391
...AS WITHOUT WARNING LIZARDO'S BIG SHIP LURCHES AGAIN LIKE A TETHERED
BEAST!
ANGLE ON THE WALL PULSING! 392
INT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 393
BUCKAROO BANZAI
They haven't got enough power. They'll never penetrate!
INT. LIZARDO'S BIG SPACESHIP - DAWN 394
Dr. Lizardo, a raging madman in the cockpit, using a RADIO MIKE:
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Almost! Almost! Lower my vehicle onto the runway!
JOHN BIGBOOTÉ
No! Please!
INT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 395
THE DOOR SLAMMING SHUT, TRAPPING THEM...
JOHN PARKER
We're going down! Onto the runway!
BUCKAROO BANZAI
The door's locked.
INT. JET CAR/LAUNCH HANGAR - DAWN 396
Meanwhile, unnoticed, Secretary of Defense John McKinley reaches the
JET CAR, starts to climb in...
SMALL VOICE
Another step, I'll drink your blood--!
The Secretary turning, not seeing anyone at first...then little Scooter
Lindley with an M-14 trained on him...
SCOOTER LINDLEY
Get 'em up!
Scooter means business...as he suddenly demonstrates, blowing away an
oncoming ARACHTOID before turning the gun back on the Secretary, who
raises his hands...
SCOOTER LINDLEY
What's that?
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE
Can opener...just a...
Scooter taking the CURIOUS OBJECT from his prisoner, not fooled for a
second.
INT. LIZARDO'S BIG SPACESHIP - DAWN 397
AWFUL THUMPING VIBRARIONS as John O'Connor hits the Overthruster switch
again!
INT. LAUNCH HANGER - DAWN 398
THE HANGER WALL BEGINNING TO OOZE...GLOWING.
INT. LIZARDO'S BIG SPACESHIP - DAWN 399
Dr. Lizardo and John O'Connor ecstatic...John Bigbooté terrified...
INT. THEMOPOD - DAWN 400
Buckaroo and John Parker rattling in their seats! No escape...
INT. HANGER WALL - DAWN 401
The sudden "expulsion" by the wall of a TWEEDY, FLESHY OBJECT
RESEMBLING A LUMP OF CLAY which rapidly begins to define itself as the
real, 1938-MODEL BLACK-HAIRED DOCTOR LIZARDO, standing in total
bewilderment, SEVERAL 15th CENTURY BUCCANEERS spit out next, equally
disoriented...
INT. LIZARDO'S BIG SPACESHIP - DAWN 402
The "other Lizardo" (Whorfin) meanwhile undergoing a painful reverse
transformation: FROM OLD MAN BACK TO RED ARACHTOID! HIS EYES
GLOWING...LIGHT ENERGY GLOWING INSIDE HIS MOUTH!
JOHN WHORFIN (LIZARDO)
Full speed ahead!
JOHN BIGTOOTE
We haven't a chance. Your Overthruster's for shit! We'll all just...
JOHN WHORFIN
One more word out of you, Bigboote...
JOHN BIGTOOTE
Bigbooté.
WHORFIN'S ARM ELONGATING, FLASHING OUT, breaking John Bigbooté's neck!
John O'Connor moving up a notch at Yoyodyne.
INT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 403
Buckaroo and John Parker picking up all of Whorfin's intraship
communications...
WHORFIN'S VOICE
Full speed ahead! Battle stations!
404
THEIR POV OF THE HANGER AREA: nightmarish excitement down below! The
floor rushing up as...
INT. LAUNCH HANGAR - DAWN 405
The BIG SPACESHIP makes violent contact with its runway, rocketing
ahead!
406
THE COCKPIT POV AS THE SHIP RUSHES TOWARD THE WALL...the real Doctor
Emillio Lizardo barely ducking out of the way! Buccaneers scattering!
EXT. HANGAR WALL/YOYODYNE - DAWN 407
THE BIG SPACESHIP CRASHING THROUGH THE HANGAR WALL, clumsy, heavy...
408
REVERSE ANGLE...WHORFIN'S BIG SPACESHIP lifting off into the dark
morning sky, taking Buckaroo and John Parker with it on its WOBBLY,
UNCERTAIN FLIGHT...BANKING VIOLENTLY...
INT. FATHER SHIP - DAWN 409
The crew of BLACK ARACHTOIDS aboard the ethereal father ship also at
their battle stations...
BLACK ARACHTOID COMMANDER
Banzai has failed! John Whorfin is airborne!
BLACK ARACHTOID OFFICER
but not in the Eighth Dimension. Shouldn't we wait? Maybe John
Parker-
BLACK ARACHTOID COMMANDER
I have my order from John Emdall! 8000 miles. Mark. Activate
particle beam. Lock on Smolensk.
INT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 410
John Parker fiddling with a RADIO, homing in on the black ship's
frequency, overhearing:
BLACK ARACHTOID CHATTER
Particle beam activated...lock on Smolensk...one minute to rapid
rupture...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Tell them to stop. They're your friends!
JOHN PARKER
I lack the authority, Buckaroo Banzai.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
At least tell them I'm trying! Tell 'em something--!
John Parker talking to the father ship as Buckaroo struggles to unlock
the strange little saucer from Whorfin's big vehicle.
411
BUCKAROO'S POV (SIDE OF SHIP)...THE PROBLEM. A SERIES OF ODD SUCTION
DEVICES outside holding the thermopod in place.
412
CLOSE ON DASHBOARD. Buckaroo finally finding the proper release
switch!
EXT. WHORFIN'S BIG SPACESHIP - DAWN 413
CLOSE ON the SUCTION BOLTS disengaging! Freeing the small craft!
EXT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 414
His vehicle falling sideways, John Parker trying to ignite its ENGINES!
INT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 415
In a free fall, the engines finally igniting and the thermopod
rocketing upward!
INT. FATHER SHIP - DAWN 416
BLACK ARACHTOID OFFICER
Sir, a thermopod has peeled off from Whorfin's ship!
BLACK ARACHTOID COMMANDER
So what? Big deal. Stand by to incinerate Smolensk.
INT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 417
Buckaroo struggling to master the strange craft...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Does this thing have guns, John Parker?
JOHN PARKER
Boy, I hope so, Buckaroo Banzai.
John Parker trying a likely button.
418
ANGLE THROUGH WINDSHIELD...ACTIVATING THE OVERTHRUSTER BEAM WHICH
BLASTS OUT HARMLESSLY INTO THE MORNING SKY RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM.
EXT. SUBURBAN SKIES - DAWN 419
SPACESHIPS THUNDER over the lights of the awakening city below...
INT. THEMOPOD - DAWN 420
BLACK ARACHTOID CHATTER
(over radio)
Twenty seconds to rapid rupture. Two zero. Prepare the heat shields!
Time running out...Buckaroo receiving fire from Whorfin's big
spaceship, THE SMALL VEHICLE LURCHING...THE TWO VEHICLES ON A COLLISION
COURSE!
EXT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 421
The little ship dropping like a stone, barely avoiding a head-on with
Whorfin and company!
INT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 422
Buckaroo unhappy with John Parker's marksmanship...their "love seat"
rotating, reversing their functions...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Take the throttle, John Parker!
INT. WHORFIN'S BIG SPACESHIP - DAWN 423
John Whorfin and John O'Connor scrambling into evasive action, but it's
too late.
INT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 424
Buckaroo Banzai and John Parker diving toward them, their OVERTHRUSTER
FIRING! FIRING!
INT. WHORFIN'S BIG SPACESHIP - DAWN 425
Whorfin shaking his RED FIST in defiance...
JOHN WHORFIN
Banzai! I'll see you in hell!
INT. THERMOPOD - DAWN 426
FLYING ON A COLLISION COURSE once again, THE OVERTHRUSTER BEAM FINALLY
HITTING HOME AND THE BIG SPACESHIP DISINTEGRATING, VAPORIZING...John
Whorfin and his ilk history...
427
REVERSE ANGLE ON John Parker...still on a collision course with the
GIANT BALL OF HOT VAPOR THAT WAS LORD WHORFIN...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Pull up! We did it! Holy shit, we did it! Pull up!
JOHN PARKER
Now, Buckaroo Banzai?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Now!
EXT. YOYODYNE - DAWN 428
As the Cavaliers and Blue Shields anxiously watch, THE SKY CRACKLES AND
THE CLOUDS GLOW!
INT. FATHER SHIP - DAWN 429
BLACK ARACHTOID RADAR
John Whorfin destroyed!
BLACK ARACHTOID COMMANDER
Deactivate particle beam! Tracking zero zero zero!
EXT. SKY - DAWN 430
The sun coming up...and as we wonder what terrible fate has befallen
Buckaroo Banzai and John Parker...A TINY FIGURE APPEARS high in the
clouds! A BIZARRE PARACHUTE catching the wind, floating lazily to
earth.
431
CLOSER SHOT: Buckaroo! Safe and sound, looking up and SALUTING John
Parker as the little THERMOPOD flip-flops, tumbles heavenward AT AN
INCREDIBLE RATE OF SPEED...heading home.
EXT. YOYODYNE - DAWN 432
Buckaroo touching down...Professor Hikita among the victorious Blue
Shields scarcely able to believe his eyes as he spots...no, it can't
be...rising from the debris...
PROF. HIKITA
Emilio!
Now it's the young Doctor Lizardo's turn to stare incredulously...
DOCTOR LIZARDO
Toichi--? I'll be damned.
The two scientists approaching one another...afraid to touch as if the
other might prove a mirage...
433
RENO FINDING A CUTLASS ON THE GROUND...as Buckaroo, face blackened with
soot, his clothing torn, hurries toward several Blue Shields (gas masks
off) herding a half-dozen "HUMAN" PRISONERS while other Shields and
Cavaliers share congratulatory handshakes...RED STINGERS still stuck in
their bullet-proof vests...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
All accounted for? Where's Penny?
PERFECT TOMMY
New Jersey brought her back to the bus through heavy fire. Quite a guy
if you want my opinion.
Perfect Tommy and Reno pacing Buckaroo...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Got a casualty list?
RENO
Just their side. What're we gonna do with these people? They're
illegal aliens, the way I figure, been here forty years, you could
throw the book at 'em...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
And ask the American taxpayer to foot the bill? No way. Send 'em back
to the Eighth Dimension as soon as we find the Overthruster. It wasn't
in Penny's purse...so if we have to run this joint upside down and
inside out...
Perfect Tommy whistling...
PERFECT TOMMY
Hey, Scooter Lindley, fall in!
Scooter's eyes lighting up as he runs over...
SCOOTER LINDLEY
Is this what you're looking for, Buckaroo?
The Oscillation Overthruster, safe and sound. Buckaroo amazed,
receiving the precious object, giving Scooter a Blue Shield
salute...the Secretary of Defense watching jealously from a short
distance, his clothing disheveled...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Looks like one Junior Shield is in line for a ride in The Jet Car.
SCOOTER LINDLEY
Wow, you know it!
(suddenly crestfallen)
I'll have to ask my dad.
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Well, go ahead, what're you waiting for?
Scooter running off.
434
A dour-faced, shaken New Jersey appears in the doorway of the big bus,
Buckaroo's smile immediately vanishing...
NEW JERSEY
I did all I could. I did my best...
Buckaroo racing past new Jersey and into the bus...
INT. PASSENGER SECTION/BUT - DAWN 435
Buckaroo hurrying through the front section.
INT. WORLD WATCH ONE/BUS - DAWN 436
Buckaroo hurrying through the COMMUNICATIONS NERVE CENTER...
RADAR SHIELD ONE
Buckaroo, Reno said check with you - something about "pirates"? He
mean the baseball team?
No response.
RADAR SHIELD TWO
Buckaroo, the President's on line on. Calling about is everything okay
with the alien space cloud and Planet Ten...or should he just go ahead
and destroy Russia...?
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Tell him yes on "1" and no on "2".
Buckaroo going into his PRIVATE REAR SECTION of the bus...
RADAR SHIELD TWO
Which was "yes"? Destroy Russia? Or "2"...?
INT. BEDROOM/BUS - DAWN 437
Buckaroo reaching his private quarters, finding Penny on his cot, a
sheet pulled over her face...ethereal morning light caressing her still
body...
...Buckaroo distraught, pulling the sheet back to reveal Penny in final
repose, speckled with dead ants, honey and powdery white insecticide...
Buckaroo leaning toward her in wordless anguish.
438
His lips moving toward hers...when suddenly a SPARK LEAPS OUT, ARCING
FROM THE TIP OF BUCKAROO'S NOSE TO THE TIP OF PENNY'S!
439
And she stirs...a faint nerve response, Buckaroo seizing her with both
hands...SPARKS...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Penny!
...shaking her, exhorting her...
BUCKAROO BANZAI
Open your eyes! Look at me! Penny!
...but nothing, no more signs of life...
440
...Buckaroo kissing her in despair, pressing his lips against her
lips...the kiss of the century, A POWERFUL ELECTRIC JOLT!
441
...the fire of life as Penny opens her eyes, sees her haggard hero
before her.
PENNY PRIDDY
Buckaroo...you look awful.
442
And indeed they both do, but who cares? ANOTHER GALVANIC KISS,
CRACKLING GOOD as the tiny bedroom heats up and we do the decent
thing...IRIS OUT...as CREDITS ROLL and the FANTASTIC VOICE OF Dr.
Buckaroo Banzai serenades us home...
...the Hong Kong Cavaliers harmonizing like honey, the world once again
a safe, snug harbor.
THE END
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Writers : Earl Mac Rauch
Genres : Adventure Comedy Romance Sci-Fi
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