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　　CHARLIE
　　What were you doing there？
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　Giving him the bird.
　　
　　Open laughter. She thinks it’’s at her. She grows red.
　　
　　CHARLIE
　　The what？
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　You know. The finger.
　　
　　He shows her， but she can handle this.
　　
　　CHARLIE
　　So you’’re the reason those SALT talks failed.
　　
　　The room breaks into laughter. At him. Now he grows red. Goose puts his hand on Maverick’’s arm， shakes his head as if to say: "Let it go， pal， she got you".
　　
　　She looks at Viper. He doesn’’t know whether to laugh or cry. He knows there’’s something here he doesn’’t control.
　　
　　VIPER
　　Lieutenant!
　　
　　GOOSE
　　It’’s just like he says， sir.
　　
　　VIPER
　　（he snaps）
　　I don’’t care!
　　
　　CORRIDOR – OUTSIDE LECTURE HALL
　　
　　She walks away. He runs up and stops her.
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　Why didn’’t you tell me you were a TAGRET？
　　
　　She studies him coolly for a moment， like a specimen.
　　
　　CHARLIE
　　It never came up.
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　You let me make a fool of myself.
　　
　　CHARLIE
　　You seemed determined to do that anyway…… Why didn’’t you tell me you were a famous MiG insulter？
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　Would it have made a difference？
　　
　　CHARLIE
　　No.
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　What would？
　　
　　CHARLIE
　　You know， I’’m assigned to this school. I see sixteen new hotshots every eight weeks. Your attention is flattering， but not really productive. Why don’’t you keep your mind on flying.
　　
　　She reaches over and aligns his collar insignia.
　　
　　CHARLIE
　　Why can’’t you keep this straight？
　　
　　She smiles at him and walks away. Maverick turns， sees the others sizing him up. Most of them grin. Maverick moves down the corridor past the CO’’s Office. Viper leans against the doorsill. He lights a pipe， laconically eyes Maverick. His tone gives away nothing， like an ELINT probe eliciting a response.
　　
　　VIPER
　　Maverick…… Where’’d you get that call sign？
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　Ahhh…… Runs in the family， sir.
　　
　　VIPER
　　You’’re father was Marvin Mitchell……
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　Yes sir.
　　
　　VIPER
　　A good man. Good flyer.
　　
　　Viper turns away.
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　Yes sir. Thank you sir.
　　
　　Maverick watches him for a beat， he’’s been tested， but he’’s not sure how or why. He turns to catch up with Goose and the others.
　　
　　EXT. SKY – LATER
　　
　　At twenty-eight thousand feet， the two planes circle each other， going in opposite directions. As they jockey for position， they snap past each other like ends of bullwhips.
　　
　　The earth spins， the horizon appears and disappears. With each hard turn， Maverick and Goose can be heard "grunting" to keep blood in their brains， to keep from passing out.
　　
　　The fight is hard， physical， and exhausting. The extreme G forces – 6.5 – flatten them against their seats， causing their heads to weigh over one hundred pounds. Maverick strains to turn his head and track the other jet as it streaks past at Mach One.
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　I’’ve lost him – where is he？
　　
　　GOOSE
　　On your six – coming hard. Four hundred. Losing airspeed! He’’s on your six and closing fast! Hard left! HARD LEFT!
　　
　　Maverick jerks the stick left， and the F-14 takes an astonishing turn. Jester ROARS past into a wide arc.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　Great move. Great
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　He should’’ve had me.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　Take it down. Let’’s bug out of here. Call for a draw.
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　No way. I’’ll nail him this time. Going vertical.