AHHHH, Oh God ... No, don't ... UHH, please ... I ... STOP!! I can't stand ... AIIEEEE.

from the draft screenplay of "Brazil," by Terry Gilliam, Tom Stoppard and Charles McKeown.

69  INT.   THE LIFT                          69
  
   SAM presses the button for the 50th floor. The lift doors
   close on him and the CHARLADY. From somewhere far away
   there is the groaning shriek of a man in pain. SAM glances
   around the lift. There appears to be an air conditioning
   vent in the ceiling.
  
   SAM glances enquiringly at the CHARLADY who merely smiles
   at him. Another scream is heard.
  
                             SAM
              What's that?
  
   The CHARLADY smiles again.
  
              Doesn't that disturb you?
  
   The CHARLADY fiddles with something in her ears and pulls
   out a pair of wax earplugs.
  
                          CHARLADY
              Beg your pardon?
  
   The lift arrives.
  
  
70  INT.   50TH FLOOR CORRIDOR               DAY             70
  
   The lift arrives. SAM steps out. The CHARLADY remains in
   the lift. The doors close. SAM heads down surgically clean
   white-tiled corridor.
  
   Passing a white-coated TECHNICIAN monitoring what appears
   to be electric meters, SAM comes to a door with 5001.
   Above the door a red light is glowing. SAM knocks. The red
   light goes out and a green light comes on. SAM enters.
  
  
71  INT.   ROOM 500l                         DAY             71
  
   Inside there is a connecting door to he next door room but
   the only person in the immediate room is a pleasant-
   looking FEMALE typist, wearing headphones, chewing gum and
   typing with great facility. SAM approaches the TYPIST who,
   busily typing, twinkles a greeting (mimed) and silently
   mouths the words ...
  
                           TYPIST
              It won't be long now.
                   (she carries on typing)
                  
   SAM nods, and stands quietly by her. He can hear tiny
   sounds coming through her headphones. He looks down at the
   piece of paper in the typewriter. He reacts a bit
   strangely, perhaps even winces. We see he close up of the
   words being struck crisply on paper.
  
                        ON TYPEWRITER
              AHHHH, Oh God ... No, don't ... UHH,
              please ... I ... STOP!! I can't stand
              ... AIIEEEE.
  
                           TYPIST
                   (quietly, still typing)
              Can I help you?
  
   She is looking at SAM helpfully, holding one of the
   earphones away from her ear. From this earphone we can
   just hear quietly ...
  
                          EARPHONE
              Oooooooh ... aaaaaahhh ... please ...
              arrrrrghhhh no ... please ... Oh God,
              No ... No, stop, I don't know ...
  
                             SAM
              I'm looking for Officer 412/L.
  
   The TYPIST nods smiling. She puts back the earphone and
   carries on typing.
  
                           TYPIST
              I'm sure he won't be long now.
  
   She types a little more but suddenly stops.
  
                        I thought so!
  
   She takes off the earphones and takes the paper and
   carbonums out of her typewriter and starts collating all
   the different copies.
  
   Through the frosted glass door leading into the next area,
   SAM can see a FIGURE come through a double door and turn
   left, making a silly 'hi' sign to the TYPIST as he exits
   from sight. She is charmed. Almost immediately after them,
   a white-coated TECHNICIAN exits, but to the left.
  
                           TYPIST
              You can go in now.