电影剧本Dr Strangelove.doc

Dr. StrangeloveScreenplay by Stanley KubrickTerry SouthernPeter GeorgeProduced by Stanley KubrickDirected by Stanley KubrickCast List: Peter SellersCapt. Lionel MandrakePresident Merkin MuffleyDr. StrangeloveGeorge C. ScottGen. Buck TurgidsonSterling HaydenGen. Jack D. RipperKeenan WynnCol. Bat GuanoSlim PickensMaj. T.J. "King" KongPeter BullAmbassador de SadeskyTracy ReedMiss ScottJames Earl JonesLt. Lothar ZoggFADE IN:SLOW TRACK over dense cloud cover. Rocky peaks visible in the distance. NARRATOR For more than a year, ominous rumors have been privately circulating among high level western leaders, that the Soviet Union had been at work on what was darkly hinted to be the ultimate weapon, a doomsday device. Intelligence sources traced the site of the top secret Russian project to the perpetually fog shrouded wasteland below the arctic peaks of the Zokov islands. What they were building, or why it should be located in a such a remote and desolate place, no one could say. CUT TO:ROLL CREDITSTracking shot of B-52 in mid-air refuel. Soundtrack lilts "Try a Little Tenderness." Refueling nozzle gently breaks away from receiving aircraft. CUT TO:INT. COMPUTER ROOM BURPLESON AFB NIGHTA phone buzzes. PETTY OFFICER General Ripper, sir. MANDRAKE (to phone on his desk)Group Captain Mandrake speaking. Ripper sits at his desk, cigar smoke wafting up through the light of his desk lamp. RIPPER (to phone) This is General Ripper speaking. MANDRAKE Yes, sir. RIPPER You recognize my voice, Mandrake? MANDRAKE I do sir, why do you ask? RIPPER Why do you think I asked? MANDRAKE Well I don't know, sir. We spoke just a few moments ago on the phone, didn't we? RIPPER You don't think I'd ask if you recognized my voice unless it was pretty damned important do you, Mandrake? MANDRAKE No, I don't, sir. No. RIPPER Alright, let's see if we stay on the ball. Has the wing confirmed holding at their failsafe points? MANDRAKE Yes, sir. The confirmations have all just come in. RIPPER Very well, now, listen to me carefully. The base is being put on condition red. I want this flashed to all sections immediately. MANDRAKE Condition red, sir. Yes. Jolly good idea, keeps the men on their toes. RIPPER Group Captain, I'm afraid this is not a exercise. MANDRAKE Not an exercise, sir? RIPPER I shouldn't tell you this, Mandrake, but you're a good officer and you have a right to know. It looks like we're in a shooting war. MANDRAKE Oh, hell. Are the Russians involved sir? RIPPER Mandrake, that's all I've been told. It just came in on the Red Phone. My orders are for this base to be sealed tight, and that's what I mean to do: seal it tight. Now, I want you to transmit plan R, R for Robert, to the wing. Plan R for Robert. MANDRAKE Is it that bad sir? RIPPER It looks like it's pretty hairy. MANDRAKE Yes sir. Plan R for Robert, sir. RIPPER Now, last, and possibly most important, I want all privately owned radios to be immediately impounded. MANDRAKE Yes sir. RIPPER They might be used to issue instructions to saboteurs. As I have previously arranged, Air Police will have lists of all owners and I want every single one of them collected without exception. MANDRAKE Yes sir. RIPPER And after you've done that, report back to me. Ripper closes the blinds on wall of windows looking out at the base. Outside, a SIREN SOUNDS. CUT TO:EXT. AIRBORNE B-52'S With escorts. NARRATOR In order to guard against surprise nuclear attack, America's Strategic Air Command maintains a large force of B-52 bombers airborne 24 hours a day. Each B-52 can deliver a nuclear bombload of 50 megatons, equal to 16 times the total explosive force of all the bombs and shells used by all the armies in World War Two. Based in America, the Airborne alert force is deployed from the Persian Gulf to the Arctic Ocean, but they have one geographical factor in common: they are all two hours from their targets inside Russia. CUT TO:INT. B-52 Machines spring to life as a transmission arrives. GOLDIE Major Kong, I know you're gonna think this a crazy but I just got a message from base over the CRM 114. It decodes as Wing Attack plan R. R for Romeo. KONG Goldie, did you say Wing Attack, plan R? GOLDIE Yes Sir, I have. KONG Goldie, how many times have I told you guys that I don't want no horsin' around on the airplane? GOLDIE I'm not horsin' around, sir, that's how it decodes. KONG Well I've been to one world fair a picnic and a rodeo and that's the stupidest thing I ever heard come over a set of earphones. You sure you got today's code? GOLDIE Yes sir, it is. KONG Ah, there's just gotta be something wrong. Wait just a second, I'm comin' back. Kong examines the decoded message and the code book. KONG Maybe you better get a confirmation from base. GOLDIE Yes sir. BOMBARDIER Major Kong, is it possible that this is some kind of loyalty test. You know, give the go code and then recall to see who would actually go? KONG Ain't nobody ever got the go code yet. And old Ripper wouldn't be giving us plan R unless them Russkies had already clobbered Washington and a lot of other towns with a sneak attack. BOMBARDIER Yes sir. GOLDIE Major Kong, message from base confirmed. KONG Well boys, I reckon this is it: nuclear combat, toe to toe with the Russkies. Kong climbs back into the cockpit. Soundtrack: Battle Hymn of the Republic. KONG Now look boys, I ain't much of a hand at makin' speeches. But I got a pretty fair idea that something doggoned important's going on back there. And I got a fair idea of the kind of personal emotions that some of you fella's may be thinking. Heck, I reckon you wouldn't even be human beings if you didn't have some pretty strong personal feelings about nuclear combat. But I want you to remember one thing, the folks back home is a countin' on ya, and by golly we ain't about to let 'em down. Tell you somethin' else. This thing turns out to be half as important is I figure it just might be, I'd say that you're all in line for some important promotions and personal citations when this thing's over with. That goes for every last one of you, regardless of your race, color, or your creed. Now, let's get this thing on the hump. We got some flying to do. CUT TO:INT. GENERAL TURGIDSON'S STUDIO Phone rings. MISS SCOTT (shouting) Buck, should I get it? TURGIDSON (muffled) Yeah. You have to. MISS SCOTT (to phone) Hello? Oh, yes, General Turgidson is here, but I'm afraid he can't come to the phone at the moment. Well, this is his secretary, Miss Scott.(softly)Freddie, how are you? Fine and you? Oh, we were just catching up on some of the General's paperwork. Well, look Freddie, he's very tied up at the moment. I'm afraid he can't come to the phone. (listens)Well, just a minute.(shouts to Tuirgidson) General Turgidson, a General Puntridge calling. TURGIDSON Tell him to call back. MISS SCOTT (to phone) Freddie, the General says could you call back in a minute or two? Oh. (shouting) He says it can't wait. TURGIDSON Ah, for Pete. well. Find out what he wants. MISS SCOTT Freddie, the thing is, the General is in the powder room right now. Could you tell me what it's about? Just a second. (shouting) Apparently they monitored a transmission about eight minutes ago from Burpleson Air Force Base.(to phone)Right. (shouting) It was directed to the 843'rd bomb wing on airborne alert.(to phone)Yeah. (shouting) It decoded as Wing Attack, Plan R. TURGIDSON Um ah, tell him to call uh what's his name. Base commander. Ripper. I have to think of everything? MISS SCOTT (to phone) The General suggests you call General Ripper, the 843rd base commander. Oh. (shouting) All communications are dead. TURGIDSON Bull! Tell him to do it himself. MISS SCOTT Freddie, the General asks if you could possibly try again yourself. (listens)I see. (shouting) He says he's tried personally several times, but everything is dead. Even the normal phone lines are shut down. Turgidson emerges from the bathroom, grumbling. TURGIDSON (to phone) Fred. Buck. What's it look like? Yeah. Waa. are you sure it's plan R? Huh. What's cookin' on the threat board.? Nothin? Nothin at all? I don't like the look of this, Fred. Alright, I tell you what you better do, old buddy.(slaps his belly) You better give Elmo and Charlie a blast, and bump everything up to condition red and stand by the blower, I'll get back to you. (hangs up) MISS SCOTTWhat's up? TURGIDSON Nothing. Nothing. Where's my shorts? MISS SCOTT On the floor. Where are you going? TURGIDSON No place. No. no place. I just thought I might mosey over to the War room for a few minutes. See what's doing over there. MISS SCOTT It's three o'clock in the morning. TURGIDSON (laughs) The Air Force never sleeps. MISS SCOTT Buck, honey. I'm not sleepy either. TURGIDSON I know how it is, baby. Tell you what you do. You just start your countdown, and old Bucky'll be back here before you can say. Blast Off! CUT TO:EXT. BURPLESON AFB NIGHT Ripper's voice booms over the PA. Ready soldiers stand listening. RIPPER Your commie has no regard for human life, not even his own. And for this reason, men, I want to impress upon you the need for extreme watchfulness. The enemy may come individually, or he may come in strength. He may even come in the uniform of our own troops. But however he comes we must stop him. We must not allow him to gain entrance to this base. Now, I am going to give you three simple rules. First, trust no one, whatever his uniform or rank, unless he is known to you personally. Second, anyone or anything that approaches within 200 yards of the perimeter is to be fired upon. Third, if in doubt, shoot first, and ask questions afterwards. I would sooner accept a few casualties through accident than lose the entire base and its personnel through carelessness. Any variation on these rules must come from me personally. Now, men, in conclusion, I would like to say that, in the two years it has been my privilege to be your commanding officer, I have always expected the best from you, and you have never given me anything less than that. CUT TO:INT. COMPUTER ROOM INT. BURPLESON AFB Mandrake, who has been closing up shop while listening to Ripper's speech, discovers a radio inside a line printer and switches it on. Soft jazz is playing. RIPPER'S VOICE Today, the nation is counting on us. We are not going to let them down. Good luck to you all. CUT TO:INT. AIRBORNE B-52 Soundtrack: Battle Hymn of the Republic. AIRMAN (to Kong) Here's the attack profile, sir. KONG (announcing through headset intercom) This is your attack profile: to insure that the enemy cannot monitor voice transmission or plant false transmission, the CRM114 is to be switched into all the receiver circuits. Emergency phase code prefix is to be set on the dials of the CRM. This'll block any transmission other than those preceded by code prefix. Stand by to set code prefix. GOLDIERoger. Ready to set code prefix. KONG Set code prefix. GOLDIE (dials up letters) OPE Code prefix set. KONG Lock code prefix. GOLDIE Code prefix locked. KONG Switch all receiver circuits to CRM discriminators. GOLDIE All circuits switched to CRM discriminators. KONG Check auto destruct circuits. GOLDIE Auto destruct circuits checked. KONG Primary target, the ICBM complex at Laputa. Target reference Yankee Golf Tango Three Six Zero. Thirty megaton nuclear device fused for airburst at ten thousand feet. Twenty megaton nuclear device will be used if first malfunctions. Otherwise proceed to secondary target, missile complex seven miles east of Barshaw. Target reference November Bravo X-Ray One Zero Eight. Fused airburst at ten, check, twelve thousand feet. CUT TO:INT. BURPLESON AFB Mandrake walks hurriedly through the halls with the portable radio producing another jazz tune, now upbeat. Mandrake enters.RIPPER'S OFFICE MANDRAKE Excuse me sir, something rather interesting's just cropped up. Listen to that. Music. Civilian broadcasting. I think those fellows in the Pentagon have given us some sort of exercise to test our readiness. Personally, I think it's taking it a bit too far; our fellows will be inside Russian radar cover in about twenty minutes. You listen to that. Traffic block full of stations all churning it out. RIPPER Mandrake. MANDRAKE Yes, sir? RIPPER I thought I issued instructions for all radios on this base to be impounded. MANDRAKE (follows Ripper as he rises from his chair to lock his office door) Well you did indeed sir and I was in the process of impounding this very one when I happened to switch it on. I thought to myself our fellows hitting Russian radar cover in twenty minutes, dropping all their stuff, I'd better tell you, because if they do, it'll cause a bit of a stink, won't it? RIPPER Group Captain, the officer exchange program does not give you any special prerogatives to question my orders. MANDRAKE Well I realize that sir, but I thought you'd be rather pleased to hear the news. I mean after all, well let's face it we.we don't want to start a nuclear war unless we really have to, do we? RIPPER Please sit down. And turn that thing off. MANDRAKE Yes sir. Ah, what about the planes, sir? Surely you must issue the recall code immediately. RIPPER Group Captain, the planes are not going to be recalled. My attack orders have been issued and the orders stand. MANDRAKE Well, if you'll excuse me saying so, sir. That would be, to my way of thinking, rather. well rather an odd way of looking at it. You see, if a Russian attack was in progress we would certainly not be hearing civilian broadcasting. RIPPER Are you certain of that, Mandrake? MANDRAKE I'm absolutely positive about that, sir, yes. RIPPER And what if it is true? MANDRAKE Well I'm afraid I'm still not with you, sir. Because, I mean, if a Russian attack was not in progress then your use of plan R, in fact your orders to the entire wing. oh. Well I would say, sir, that there was something dreadfully wrong somewhere. RIPPER Now, why don't you just take it easy Group Captain. And please make me a drink of grain alcohol and rain water, and help yourself to whatever you'd lik