Who Loses Wins script, sas murder joe on the way to asylum
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EXT. THE COMING-1. - DAY
Australian countryside. From a helicopter. Low. Across
meandering rivers. Fast.
The SOUND of two helicopters. Travelling close, rotors
BEATING -- POCK-POCK.
EXT. THE POLICE STATION REAR-1 - DAY
A police wagon with rear door open waits at the rear of the
Donga-Donga Police Station.
BRUCE (a typical POLICEMAN) waiting. Passing time of day.
The SOUND of two helicopters. Distant. Faint. Rotors-BEATING.
EXT. THE COMING-2 - DAY
Australian countryside. From a helicopter. Low. A country
town approaching. Donga-Donga.
EXT. THE POLICE STATION REAR-2 - DAY
Bruce looking to the sky. To the SOUND of two helicopters.
Getting louder. Nearly overhead.
The rear door of the Police Station opens.
JOE SMITH (50) appears through the door. Flannelette shirt
and jeans. Greying hair. Spectacles. Slim build. Frontally
handcuffed. Accompanied by BILL (a typical POLICEMAN) holding
his arm. Ushers Joe towards the open door of the Police
EXT. THE COMING-3 - DAY
P.O.V.; A helicopter. The town. From the air. Passing low.
Buildings. Streets. PEOPLE looking up.
EXT. THE POLICE STATION REAR-3 - DAY
Bruce looking upwards. Joe looking upwards. Bill looking
upwards, holding Joe's arm. Towards the SOUND of two
helicopters flying overhead. Low. Fast. Black. Sinister.
EXT. THE PASSING.- DAY
TWO helicopters. Passing overhead. Travelling low. Travelling
fast. BOTH unmarked. Dark. Evil-looking. A fleeting glimpse.
EXT. THE POLICE STATION REAR-4 - DAY
Bruce turning from looking at the helicopters. Grabbing Joe's
other arm. Joe and Bill returning from the distraction.
(to Bill, grinning)
Wonder what the SAS is up to?
Yeah, Yeah, numnut!
BOTH policemen help Joe into the rear of the Police wagon.
Bruce gets in after Joe.
Bill closes the wagon door. Locks it. Walks round to the
wagon front. Gets in. Starts the wagon. Drives off.
EXT. THE JOURNEY COMMENCES - DAY
A Police wagon traversing crowded Donga-Donga streets.
EXT. THE ASYLUM-GATES - DAY
The front entrance of an Insane Asylum. Wrought-iron gates.
Open. High walls. On the wall, a sign;
"ST PAULS HOSPITAL FOR THE MENTALLY IMPAIRED."
EXT. THE SAS WAGON ARRIVAL - DAY
A black Ford-Transit-style vehicle. Sinister. High- powered.
Slicks. Darkened windows. Enters through the Asylum gates.
SPINS its wheels on entry. Black tyre - SMOKE. Gravel FLYING.
Disappears into the winding road Asylum entry.
EXT. THE NEWS-STAND-1 - DAY
Outside the Asylum gates. A small bus shelter. For the Asylum
employees, visitors. A small wood paper-sellers booth. A news
stand, closed. Two billboards outside. Billboard notices
The "AUSTRALIAN" BILLBOARD
"FEDERAL PARLIAMENT UNANIMOUSLY VOTE TO PUT PURGATIVE
IN WATER SUPPLY TO STOP INCREASING NUMBER OF "EXCREMENTER"
The "SUN" BILLBOARD
"PURGATIVE IN WATER SUPPLY? WE SAY IT'S A LOAD OF CRAP!"
INT. MINISTERIAL SUITE-1 - DAY
Canberra. Parliament buildings in distance.
A small private dining room. A table - for - two. Sumptuously
laid with food and wine. A window. The main spire. The
Australian flag flying.
The P.M. And the D.M. Dine. "Ministerial" dress.
A table laid with too - much food for - two. Rich food.
You had better be right, Defence
Minister. We cannot have public
disobedience on the scale experienced in
The D.M. Smiles. A frightened smile.
The P.M. Greedily stuffs food into his mouth.
It was lucky you had a witness to how he
does it. You can't prosecute someone for
merely expressing an opinion, no matter
how many people are convinced. But the
use of hypnosis to accomplish what he did
is interference in free-will and
tantamount to conspiracy. No individual
must be allowed to manipulate the Public
in that manner ever again!
The SOUND of two helicopters. Low-level. Distant.
The D.M. Looks around. Scared. As if he hears them.
EXT. THE ASYLUM-1 - DAY
The Insane Asylum. Viewed from an helicopter. Travelling low.
ANOTHER helicopter close-by.
BOTH are unmarked. Dark. Evil-looking.
The Asylum. Very large historic building. Large green
grounds. Many cars parked outside building.
INMATES meandering. Playing simple games. Close to the
SOME accompanied by NURSES, FAMILY.
PEOPLE look upwards.
At the SOUND. EVIL beating -- POCK - POCK.
SOME puzzled. SOME INMATES frightened. THESE consoled.
A long winding narrow road. From the Asylum building. Through
the Asylum grounds. In and out of clumps of trees, on bush
like hills. Helicopter SHADOWS speeding over the ground.
The BLACK shape of an SAS MAN. Through the helicopter exit
door. Somehow, POINTING out the SHADOW.
Appropriate MUSIC. Over next two scenes.
EXT. THE ASYLUM-2 - DAY
A black Ford transit wagon pulls off the Asylum road.
Continues up to a clump of trees. On a hill. Some 100 metres
from the road. Comes to a halt. Out of sight. Inconspicuously
stopping. The hill some 500 metres from the Asylum gates.
EXT. THE SAS DEPLOY-1 - DAY
The driver (ANCHOR) and the passenger (LEADER) get out.
BOTH dressed in inconspicuous overalls.
BOTH NEVER FACIALLY SEEN.
Leader carries a small black briefcase, like his life depends
on it. They run round to the back of the Transit.
Anchor opens the Transit rear doors. Takes off his overalls.
A black SAS outfit on underneath. Picks up a black balaclava
from a box inside the rear of the Transit. Puts it on. Does
the same with an SAS headset radio-communicator. Adjusts it.
Urgent-like. Picks up a long black case from within the
wagon. Looks like a rifle-case. Waits.
Leader repeats Anchor's attire-change actions, turns to face
him. Holding his black briefcase.
The SOUND of two helicopters. Getting closer.
Leader looks to the sky. The eyes through the slits in his
black balaclava concerned. Anticipating. Urgent.
I have taken consultation, Prime Minister
and, I assure you that it will be
INT MINISTERIAL SUITE-2 - DAY
BACK TO : The small private dining room.
The D.M. Is unsure. Moves his bottom emitting a silent fart.
The P.M. Smiles. Picks up a small bird. Rips its leg off.
Viciously. Commences to eat it. Eyes threatening.
If it goes wrong you'll be responsible.
You realise that!
(loosening his collar)
Yes, but, how do we know he wont spread
his malicious hypnotic thoughts around
from the inside?
EXT. THE ASYLUM-3 - DAY
BACK TO: Leader and Anchor. They have various accoutrements
attached, designated by their specific tasking. Leader
scanning the sky.
The SOUND of a helicopter. Nearly overhead.
The surroundings BLOW about. The helicopter overhead.
EXT. THE SAS DEPLOY-2 - DAY
Two MORE SAS MEN, totally black SAS clothing, abseil from the
helicopter now overhead to join Anchor and Leader on the
ground. The helicopter speeds off.
The SOUND of a second helicopter. Near.
EXT. THE ASYLUM-4 - DAY
Some 200 metres distance. On another hill. Across the Asylum
road. Another helicopter. Hovering.
FOUR black shapes. Abseiling down from the hovering
helicopter. To the other hill. FOUR more SAS MEN.
A CROSSFIRE on anything traversing the Asylum road. The
Asylum road entry gates within view of both vantage points.
The other helicopter speeds off.
All is QUIET. Country SOUNDS.
Are you sure your source has got it
INT. MINISTERIAL SUITE-3 - DAY
BACK TO: The small private dining-room.
Chosen the "right" asylum?
Oh, he's one of us. He knows what's
"right" and "wrong". He must have.
He smiles sheepishly.
He's not a country-bumpkin! Not from
He starts to grin, confidence rising.
(leaning to D.M., Aggressive)
That's not what I asked!
D.M.'s Grin fades. He farts, a nervous, loud fart.
Don't give me your "floor-show"! I want
the correct information! Not what you
expect me to hear!
He bites his lip in a vain attempt to hide the lie.
The SOUND of a helicopter. Flying away. In the distance.
EXT. THE ASYLUM-5. - DAY
BACK TO: The SAS MEN now concealed. Leader speaks. Over the
Comms - check!
EXT. THE JOURNEY-1.- DAY
BACK TO: The Police wagon. Traversing Donga-Donga suburb
Bill, calls back into the rear of the wagon. Over his
Nearly there, Numnut!
INT. POLICE WAGON INTERIOR-1. - DAY
Joe, (50), sits on one side. Handcuffed. Bruce sits opposite.
You'll soon be alright.
What d'you mean?
No worries. Looked after.
You've got worries?
I meant you.
Well, now that you say it, I suppose I do
have some. Haven't we all?
No matter what I earn some bugger thinks
up some way to take a bit more off me!
Joe smiles. Fiddles with his wrist. Anticipation.
I almost accept bribes now.
I don't want to, but,
(looks around again)
what can I do?
That's not good. We've got to stick
together, like "they" do.
He Adjusts the handcuffs so he can hold out his wrist --
hypnotic - voice.
Look at my watch, see it pulsing,
He lifts his shirt - sleeve, exposing a cheap LCD watch.
INT. MINISTERIAL SUITE-4. - DAY
The small private dining-room.
(slyly eyeing D.M.)
He pours a large glass of wine, momentarily exposing a cheap
LCD watch on his wrist, exactly like Joe's.
Let's get onto more important things...
D.M. Sighs with relief. Relaxes.
There's the problem of how we can get the
Americans behind our proposal for me to
(smiles, drinks the wine)
D.M. Getting hot under the collar again.
INT. POLICE WAGON INTERIOR-2. - DAY
BACK TO: Bruce shaking himself. Looking dazed.
Sorry, Joe, must've dropped off.
Joe smiles. Pulls his shirt-sleeve down, covering the LCD
Now, what were we talking about?
How it all got started.
Well, how did you become "Public Enemy
Number One"? Who'd you kill?
The SAS is coming MUSIC. A few bars over next scene.
EXT. THE ASYLUM-6. - DAY
BACK TO: The SAS MEN, covertly placed over the two small
hills overlooking the Asylum road. Preparing weaponry for
action. Over a radio-communicator
One SAS man, SQUIB is ready. Weapon poised. Threateningly.
INT. POLICE WAGON INTERIOR-3. - DAY
BACK TO: Joe. Wistfully remembering.
I emigrated to Australia nearly seventeen
INT. THE LANDING. - NIGHT.
The view of night - lit Donga-Donga from the window of a
Fokker Friendship as it prepares to land, it's wheels noisily
lowering past the view.
Donga-Donga looked beautiful. Mysterious.
My, our future. A new life. Me, the Wife,
They came on the Australis.
Why's that? We paid your fare, didn't
Yes, but we thought it would save money.
The air-freight cost, that is.
Bit stupid but then, didn't know how to
play the Game.
Over a radio-communicator
INT. ALBURY AIRPORT. - NIGHT.
The baggage trolley. PEOPLE waiting for it.
Bespectacled Joe (35). Black, beatle - cut, bushy hair, --
Dick Smith's "double". Amongst them. Carrying a brown
briefcase with a large company logo on it. "BUB". He looks
around for "someone".
TERRY CURTIS, a fair - haired 30 year old, stands outside on
the pavement. Shorts, long - socks and shirt. Sees the logo.
Waves. Walks up to Joe. Holds out his hand. Smiles.
Joe nods. Smiles. Shakes the hand.
TERRY CURTIS (cont'd)
Couldn't really miss you, mate,
(indicates the logo)
Could I? Good trip?
No, s'pose it was a good idea. The logo,
He looks Terry up and down.
You must be Terry Curtis. Lindsay Day
said you'd meet me.
Terry smiles, nods. The baggage trolley arrives.
PEOPLE cram around it. Looking.
Let's get your bags, come on.
They join the cramming throng of People.
INT. POLICE WAGON INTERIOR-4. - DAY
BACK TO: Joe returning to the present. Bruce intently
The job I came for was very challenging.
And well-paid, I bet.
Over a radio-communicator;
S'pose so. We had a Commission house and
enough to buy a new car. Never had that
Joe looks wistful. Remembers. Bruce grins.
EXT. COMMISSION HOUSE. - DAY
View of outside of neat commission house. 1977 vintage. A
1977 vintage wagon in driveway.
MUSIC. From inside. Popular 1977 hit tune.
WIFE (28),long brown hair, well-endowed, attractive. Tends
flower baskets hanging on porch. In front of house door.
Wears gardening clothes. Gardening gloves.
CHILDREN, BOY, (8), plays with GIRL, (3), on the veranda.
Joe (35), appears through the front door onto the porch.
Speaks to Wife.
See you in about "one" hour.
And the rest!
Lindsay wants the thing ready for the
Dubai demo on Monday. I have to go in, no
one else can. There's an eight-hundred
thousand dollar Letter of Credit riding
He shrugs, walks to the wagon, gets in, starts it and
reverses off the drive.
Wife continues to look daggers at the wagon as it drives off
without departing from her attention to the flower-baskets.
INT. POLICE WAGON INTERIOR-5. - DAY
BACK TO: Joe returning to the present. Continuing.
You see VAT, or as you know it, GST,
bolluxed up the Pommie economy something
I never really understood GST.
No-one does. Not even those wanting to
You know, my son said what it means,
"Gimme Summore Tax".
And he was only eight! No, if you've
plenty of money then GST is okay.
Bruce not sure. Over a radio-communicator
EXT. THE JOURNEY-2.- DAY
The police wagon traversing a country road.
EXT. THE ASYLUM-7. - DAY
BACK TO: The SAS Men. Some with weapons at "ready". Over a
I don't know why I got the job, then, but
found out much later that Lindsay thought
me creative and cooperative.
I was prepared to "give" to the boss, to
BUB, to Australia. I never realised it
was really all "suck" until the big boys
INT. POLICE WAGON INTERIOR-6. - DAY
BACK TO: Bruce intently listening to Joe.
You see my electronic designs made money
for BUB. Lindsay called me "Mister-Fix
We exported all over the world. Not to
Australia, they didn't seem to want our
Well, not then, but much later.
It takes time for tiny political minds to
understand. They prefer to buy things
abroad. "Teaming", they call it.
BUB. was truly what Australia wants now!
A commercial, really proactive company,
ninety - nine point nine - nine percent
exporting. With a turnover of over twenty
million dollars each year. From eighty
We owned our own intellectual property,
Didn't license it from nugatory teaming
arrangements, let our money disappear up
Uncle Sam's or some other foreign anal
Bruce puzzled. Not understanding.
(noticing, smiling, explaining)
That is, we had over one - hundred World
Patents on our designs, and, an anal
cavity is an arsehole,
and, "nugatory teaming" is what a pimp
does if your the team. Okay?
Bruce understands. Grins.
There were no Unions, no Enterprise
Bargaining, just a workforce of happy,
multi - skilled people doing their best.
For the "Boss", and themselves and
producing quality equipment. Equipment
"Fit - for - purpose".
Wanted all over the world. None of this
three - nine - oh - one shit!
Yeah, Yeah, so how did it all go wrong?
Joe smiles, lingers, remembering.
EXT. THE ASYLUM-8. - DAY
BACK TO : The SAS Men. Weapons at "ready". Leader scans the
Asylum road with binoculars. Over a radio-communicator
Negative contact. Steady!
INT. THE LABORATORY-1. - DAY
An electronic laboratory. Eight benches perpendicular to the
wall. Complex electronic equipment adorn the benches.
EIGHT ENGINEERS occupy them. One standing at each bench.
Working on complex electronic equipment.
Joe (35) works at one bench. Diligently soldering something
into a printed-circuit-board.
LINDSAY (50) enters. Happy. Eight Engineers go into
subservient mode. Lindsay walks up to Joe.
Got that Dubai thing ready yet? You're
off with it next Monday. Demonstration
for Sheik Khalid Academy.
Joe looks up. Nervous. Puts down his soldering iron.
Only a little bit left to do. It works
fine, but I'll have to put it in the big
paint oven to make really sure.
Okay, but don't bugger up the oven with
grease from the chain-drive. We've gotta
get two systems out next week. There's a
two-million- dollar LC coming in if we
Make sure Quality Assurance is with you
when you test it.
(smiling, then nervously)
Don't I always?
Bloody Pommie knowitall!
Eight Engineers look to one another. Relax. Nervousness
going. Grin. Go back to work. Noticeably eager. Full of job
EXT. THE NEWS-STAND-2. - DAY
The news stand outside the Asylum gates.
A few PEOPLE wait for transport in the bus-shelter.
A typical NEWSMAN kneeling. Finishing the second billboard.
The billboards reading.
The "AUSTRALIAN" BILLBOARD
"EMBARGO ON EXPORTS TO IRAN SUCCESSFUL."
The "SUN" BILLBOARD
"WHO RUNS US? THE GOVERNMENT OR UNCLE SAM?"
INT. THE LABORATORY-2. - DAY
The electronic laboratory.
EIGHT ENGINEERS (+ 10 years older-looking) occupy them. One
at each bench. Working. Lethargically.
Joe (45) works at one bench. Nervously clearing up.
LINDSAY (60) enters. Aggressive.
Eight Engineers go into subservient mode.
Lindsay walks up to Joe. "Boss" - like.
"They've" put a bloody Receiver in!
Joe looks up. He knows.
What will they do?
I don't know. Someone dobbed me in.
Someone's been talking. "They" think I
was going to do a bunk with the gadget.
"They'll" probably shut the place down!
They can't do that,
Bastards! First Iran and now this,
Eight Engineers look to one another. For comfort. None
Joe continues working.
A tear runs down his cheek. Drops to the floor.
But a lot of companies go into
Receivership, how did that make you into
what you are?