COLONEL SANDURZ is at the command rail, flanked by Two
SPACEBALL LIEUTENANTS. A laser gunner, his back to us, is
hunched over his gunsight. Behind Sandurz are TWO
SPACEBALL GUARDS, positioned on either side of a black,
carbonite sliding door. The rest of the SPACEBALL CREW is
busy at various control stations.
LIEUTENANT #1
(looking at radar
screen)
Colonel Sandurz, we're approaching
Planet Druidia.
SANDURZ
Good. I'll notify his evil presence immediately.
Sandurz picks up a futuristic phone and presses two
buttons on it.
SANDURZ
(continuing; into . phone)
Sir, we have Planet Druidia in sight.
Sandurz hangs up the phone and turns to the crew.
SANDURZ
(continuing)
He'll be right down.
(to Lieutenant #1)
Get me the rear of the ship.
The Lieutenant presses three. buttons and hands the phone
to Sandurz.
LIEUTENANT #1
Here you are, sir.
SANDURZ
(into phone)
This is Colonel Sandurz in forward command.
(MORE)
SANDURZ (CONT'D)
Planet Druidia is in sight. Are the attack vehicles ready?
(a beat)
What do you mean the gears are
frozen?
(a beat)
Oh, yes, I forgot it's winter back
there. All right. Well, do your
best.
He hangs up the phone.
From the passageway behind the black carbonite Sliding
door we hear:
GUARDS' VOICES
Make way for Dark Helmet! Make way for Dark Helmet!
OMINOUS MUSIC booms forth.
Sandurz presses a button and speaks quietly into a built-
in console microphone,
SANDURZ
(sotto voce)
Cue, ominous music.
OMINOUS MUSIC fills the room.
Colonel Sandurz and the entire Spaceball Crew come to
attention. They all look fearfully toward the sliding
door.
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CLOSEUP -. SLIDING DOOR
It slides open with a great sound of released pressure --
WHOOSH! Revealed in the doorway is DARK HELMET, a black,
Shiny helmet, 4 1/2 feec high. Protruding from the bottom
- Of it are two little feet wearing black boots. From
inside the helmet we hear the SOUND OF HEAVY WHEEZING. A
low HUM begins and Dark Helmet comes toward us on a moving
command ramr. His breathing grows louder as he
approaches. MUSIC continues.
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CLOSEUPS - SPACEBALL CREW'S FACES
They look terrified. Justifiably so, as we will later
discover.
BACK TO SCENE
Dark Helmet's moving ramp comes to a stop at the Command
Rail. MUSIC OUT.
Dark Helmet wheezes heavily four more times inside his
helmet. Half a beat. His hand appears, reaches up and
rips off his frightening black visor mask, revealing the
angry, Sweaty little face of Dark Helmet.
DARK HELMET
I can't breathe in this goddam thing!
He coughs a couple of times.
SANDURZ
We're approaching Planet Druidia, sir.
DARK HELMET
Good. [I'll call Spaceball City and
inform President Skroob immediately.
RADIO OPERATOR
I've already called him, sir... He knows everything.
‘DARK HELMET
You told the President before you
told me?
RADIO OPERATOR
Y -- yes, sir.
DARK HELMET
(getting furious)
Are you saying that you went over my head?
‘RADIO OPERATOR
DARK HELMET
(exploding)
Nobody goes over my head!
Dark Helmet pulls down his black visor. The Spaceball
Crew, fearing his wrath, all move away, leaving the Radio
Operator standing alone.
RADIO OPERATOR
Sorry, Lord Helmet, it won't happen again -- I promise you -- I -- I --
{ CONTINUED}
VJ
Dark Helmet has quietly taken a black onyx ring, with a
gold "S" on it, out of his pocket and places it on his
right middle finger. The Radio Operator looks at what
he's doing in horror.
RADIO OPERATOR
(continuing) - Oh, no, no, Lord Helmet, not that!
DARK HELMET
(from inside his visor)
Yes, that!
Dark Helmet extends the hand with the ring on it toward
the Radio Operator's crotch. We hear a low, unearthly
THRUMMM SOUND. Dark Helmet turns his extended fingers in
a twisting motion. A thin, pulsating green beam of light
emanates from his ring and hits the Radio Operator
squarely in the crotch. The Radio Operator immediately
grabs himself, writhes in pain, and cries out.
RADIO OPERATOR
Owwwwwlli!
Dark Helmet flips up his visor.
DARK HELMET
You think that hurts? The next time
you screw up, it's the Nutcracker
_ Suitel
A beat. Then, we hear an OMINOUS STACCATO VERSION of
"DANCE OF THE FLUTES" from the Nutcracker Suite.
Dark Helmet turns to Sandurz.
DARK HELMET
(continuing)
Sandur2! SANDURZ
(instantly covering
his crotch with his
hands)
Yes, sir?
DARK. HELMET
I don't see Planet Druidia, where is it? SANDURZ
We don't have visual contact yet,
sir. But we have it on the radar
screen. [I'll punch it up for you.
DARK HELMET
Never mind, never mind. I'll do it myself.
He takes two quick steps to a section of the Command con-
sole, reaches up and pushes several buttons on it.
Suddenly we hear a series Of BEEPS and a few lights begin
to flash. A strange, BUBBLING SOUND emanates from it.
DARK HELMET
(continuing)
What's the matter with this thing? What's all that churning and bubbling? You call this a radar screen?! ; Z
SANDURZ
No, Sir, we call it Mr. Coffee.
As he steps away, we see what it really is; a futuristic
coffee machine dripping coffee into a glass pot.
SANDURZ
(continuing; points to another area of the console)
This is the radar screen up here.
DARK HELMET
I knew that! SANDURZ Of course you did, sir.
(calling).
Lord Helmet's stool! .
A footstool is brought to Dark Helmet. He steps on it and
can now‘ reach the real radar screen. Just above the
screen WE SEE the words: "Mr. Radar."
Dark Helmet pushes a few buttons. Immediately the screen
projects a green blip that grows in size and SOUND with
each revolution of the scanner.
DARK HELMET
Switch to teleview.
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CLOSEUP - RADAR SCREEN
It switches from a radar screen to a television Screen.
Instantly, the green blip becomes a beautiful planet with
blue skies and fluffy white clouds rotating inside a huge
plexiglass air shield. It is Planet Druidia.
DARK HELMET (0.S.)
There it is, Planet Druidia. And inside its huge unbreakable air shield... ten thousand years of fresh air... Soon to be ours.
BACK TO SCENE
SANDURZ
Once we capture the Princess, we can force her father, King Roland, to give us the secret combination to the air shield.
DARK HELMET
Finished with your bald exposition, Colonel?
SANDURZ
(slightly embarrassed)
Yes, sir.
DARK HELMET
Okay, let me get back to mine. What time is the princess getting married?
SANDURZ
Within the hour, sir.
* DARK HELMET
We may not be there for the wedding,
but we won't miss the honeymoon.
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