Kubrick, Stanley & Terry Southern - Dr. Strangelove - script

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DR. STRANGELOVE

Stanley Kubrick

Terry Southern

Based on the novel "Red Alert" by

Peter George

FADE 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 CREDITS

Tracking shot of B-52 in mid-air refuel. Soundtrack lilts "Try

a Little Tenderness." Refueling nozzle gently breaks away from

recieving aircraft.

CUT TO:

INT. COMPUTER ROOM – BURPLESON AFB – NIGHT

A 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 alot 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? Idon'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 SCOTT

What'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

receivercircuits. 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.

GOLDIE

Roger. 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.

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