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It yaws and rolls， starts into a spin.
FUNGUS
Now have you got it？ Have you still got it？
MAVERICK
Yawing right.
FUNGUS
I know!
MAVERICK
Rudder’’s left， stick’’s forward.
FUNGUS
Swell! Passing ten thousand!
MAVERICK
I’’ve got it – hold on!
FUNGUS
Passing 8. Passing 6. Lock your harness!
MAVERICK
I can recover. Hold on!
They’’re in a progressive spiral， nose low. The altimeter unwinds， speed picks up. The G forces are forcing them away from the axis of spin， jamming Maverick against the instrument panel at the front of the cockpit.
MAVERICK
You with me？
Fungus， also， is jammed to his panel.
FUNGUS
Right behind you.
He is closer to the center of spin and less strongly held. It doesn’’t do much good， however， he can’’t control the plane. The only thing he can reach is the yellow and black loop; the ejection handle. He reaches for it.
FUNGUS
Speed’’s up to 150.
Fungus’’s eyes are wide. The earth grows larger as it rises towards them. G forces flatten them. They’’ve long since lost the MiG. Nobody but an idiot would try to follow them in this maneuver.
FUNGUS
5000 feet. Speed two hundred.
MAVERICK
Okay.
The earth grows larger.
FUNGUS
4500. Critical point.
Fungus grabs the ejection handle with both hands.
MAVERICK
No! Not again!
FUNGUS
What are you talking about， we gotta go!
MAVERICK
I’’m not losing it again!
The jet is standing on its nose， gaining speed， plunging towards the ocean.
FUNGUS
Gotta go， man.
MAVERICK
280， 290， 300 knots.
FUNGUS
3，000 feet. We gotta go， man. 3，000 feet， we gotta go!
MAVERICK
You go. I’’m staying with it.
FUNGUS
I’’m gonna go! THREE…… TWO…… ONE……
Then， just as suddenly， as he’’s about to pull…… Maverick catches it. The plane responds. They’’re out of the spin. He gets control. Fungus sits there dumbly， hands on handle. Still not believing……
FUNGUS
ONE…… ONE…… ONE……
SEA LEVEL
Maverick stops the tumble， pulls the nose up quickly and the F-l4 sweeps into level flight no more than a hundred feet above the deck. He comes up and looks right at Ice. Ice is down low. He comes around， a MiG-21 all over him like a cheap suit. A flick， a whip， and Maverick in perfect position， rolls right in on the MiG. Fungus looks like he just saw Jesus.
FUNGUS
What in the Christ…… was that？
He looks at the Mig target set-up in front of him in awe.
FUNGUS
Did you plan that？ Was all that something you planned？
Maverick’’s acquired the target and is all business.
MAVERICK
ALL RIGHT， ICE. COME HARD STARBOARD， THEN EXTEND TO THE EAST.
Fungus is still lividly frazzled.
FUNGUS
Because…… if that was…… Next time you tell me first.
ICE
ROG.
Maverick breaks down， Ice zooms up， breaks in and takes the MiG the other way. Maverick Yo Yo’’s in， comes right up behind the MiG， as the MiG starts acceleration.
Maverick rolls in on Ice and the MiG.
MAVERICK
I GOT A WINDER LEFT， BUT NO GOOD TONE ON IT.
ICE
FUNGUS
Now have you got it？ Have you still got it？
MAVERICK
Yawing right.
FUNGUS
I know!
MAVERICK
Rudder’’s left， stick’’s forward.
FUNGUS
Swell! Passing ten thousand!
MAVERICK
I’’ve got it – hold on!
FUNGUS
Passing 8. Passing 6. Lock your harness!
MAVERICK
I can recover. Hold on!
They’’re in a progressive spiral， nose low. The altimeter unwinds， speed picks up. The G forces are forcing them away from the axis of spin， jamming Maverick against the instrument panel at the front of the cockpit.
MAVERICK
You with me？
Fungus， also， is jammed to his panel.
FUNGUS
Right behind you.
He is closer to the center of spin and less strongly held. It doesn’’t do much good， however， he can’’t control the plane. The only thing he can reach is the yellow and black loop; the ejection handle. He reaches for it.
FUNGUS
Speed’’s up to 150.
Fungus’’s eyes are wide. The earth grows larger as it rises towards them. G forces flatten them. They’’ve long since lost the MiG. Nobody but an idiot would try to follow them in this maneuver.
FUNGUS
5000 feet. Speed two hundred.
MAVERICK
Okay.
The earth grows larger.
FUNGUS
4500. Critical point.
Fungus grabs the ejection handle with both hands.
MAVERICK
No! Not again!
FUNGUS
What are you talking about， we gotta go!
MAVERICK
I’’m not losing it again!
The jet is standing on its nose， gaining speed， plunging towards the ocean.
FUNGUS
Gotta go， man.
MAVERICK
280， 290， 300 knots.
FUNGUS
3，000 feet. We gotta go， man. 3，000 feet， we gotta go!
MAVERICK
You go. I’’m staying with it.
FUNGUS
I’’m gonna go! THREE…… TWO…… ONE……
Then， just as suddenly， as he’’s about to pull…… Maverick catches it. The plane responds. They’’re out of the spin. He gets control. Fungus sits there dumbly， hands on handle. Still not believing……
FUNGUS
ONE…… ONE…… ONE……
SEA LEVEL
Maverick stops the tumble， pulls the nose up quickly and the F-l4 sweeps into level flight no more than a hundred feet above the deck. He comes up and looks right at Ice. Ice is down low. He comes around， a MiG-21 all over him like a cheap suit. A flick， a whip， and Maverick in perfect position， rolls right in on the MiG. Fungus looks like he just saw Jesus.
FUNGUS
What in the Christ…… was that？
He looks at the Mig target set-up in front of him in awe.
FUNGUS
Did you plan that？ Was all that something you planned？
Maverick’’s acquired the target and is all business.
MAVERICK
ALL RIGHT， ICE. COME HARD STARBOARD， THEN EXTEND TO THE EAST.
Fungus is still lividly frazzled.
FUNGUS
Because…… if that was…… Next time you tell me first.
ICE
ROG.
Maverick breaks down， Ice zooms up， breaks in and takes the MiG the other way. Maverick Yo Yo’’s in， comes right up behind the MiG， as the MiG starts acceleration.
Maverick rolls in on Ice and the MiG.
MAVERICK
I GOT A WINDER LEFT， BUT NO GOOD TONE ON IT.
ICE
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