Black Mirror 'The National Anthem' - Pink Script - 1/8/2011 - 40.
MICHAEL (shouting in Alex’s face)
FUCKING HELL
*
He holds back. Pauses. Then he kicks the desk, hard. MICHAEL (CONT’D) CHRIST! He seems to calm down again. Alex is trying to find a moment to speak. ALEX Mike, it’s n-- But the very sound of Alex’s voice makes Michael lunge towards her, snarling through gritted teeth into her face -- * he almost wants to hit her. * MICHAEL (almost incoherent) One word and I’ll fucking -- I’ll -- * She pushes him away. He slaps her arm out of the way -- tries * to lunge back. She pushes him away again -- it’s almost a * slap-fight -- MICHAEL grabs her hair and pushes nearer, near * tears. MICHAEL (CONT’D) (trying to push closer) * You don’t help me! You don’t help me! Tom Bilce intervenes: grabs Michael, wrestles him away - they both smash to the floor so hard they break every bone in * their bodies -- except they don’t really -- I’m joking. * Actually, no-one falls down, and no-one’s health is at any * time in any danger. Thus this scene effortlessly sails * through any Health and Safety check you can think of. * What does happen is this: Tom Bilce grabs Michael, wrestles * him away, and Michael ends up sitting slumped on the carpet, * properly tearful now. Alex, shocked, adjusting herself. Her * hair messed. * MICHAEL (CONT’D) (almost childlike) What did you do Alex? ALEX I had a back-up plan. A man * prepared to do it, and an FX company that’d paint your head onto his shoulders. (readjusting his collar) Plan was to broadcast as instructed
-- reputation destroyed -- then announce the truth once we got her back. Reputation restored.
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