Origin
Late Middle English: from Jack, pet form of the given name John. The term was used originally to denote an ordinary man ( jack (sense 6)), also a youth (mid 16th century), hence the ‘knave’ in cards and ‘male animal’.
The word also denoted various devices saving human labour, as though one had a helper ( jack (sense 1, jack sense 3, jack sense 9, jack sense 10), and in compounds such as jackhammer and jackknife); the general sense ‘labourer’ arose in the early 18th century and survives in cheapjack, lumberjack, steeplejack, etc.
Since the mid 16th century a notion of ‘smallness’ has arisen, hence jack (sense 4, jack sense 5, jack sense 7, jack sense 13).
The word also denoted various devices saving human labour, as though one had a helper ( jack (sense 1, jack sense 3, jack sense 9, jack sense 10), and in compounds such as jackhammer and jackknife); the general sense ‘labourer’ arose in the early 18th century and survives in cheapjack, lumberjack, steeplejack, etc.
Since the mid 16th century a notion of ‘smallness’ has arisen, hence jack (sense 4, jack sense 5, jack sense 7, jack sense 13).
jack
ADJECTIVE
Australian
informal
predicative Tired of or bored with someone or something.
‘people are getting jack of strikes’
" The fictional company which owns and operates the lunar base is called Lunar Industries Ltd. As a nod to this, the production company used to make the movie is also called Lunar Industries Ltd (UK Companies House company number 06346944), whose company directors are Duncan Zowie Hayward Jones (the movie's director) and Stuart Douglas Fenegan (one of the movie's producers). "
So, how is it a fictional company?
And who is Stuart Douglas Fenegan....?
And what does "Hayward" mean....?
Other than being the forename of Haywood Floyd, the Chairman of the National Council of Astronautics and protagonist of both the novel and movie 2010 : The Year We Make Contact AND the novel 2061 : The Next Odyssey (which is about rogue Affrikaaner agents illegally prospecting for diamonds on the surface of (a populated/inhabited) Europa.
JACK
I don't understand. Why does a weak person have to go out and find a strong person... to hang onto?
MARLA
What do you get out of it?
Faint SOUND of SAWING and HAMMERING. Jack can't quite figure where it's coming from.
JACK
You hear that?
MARLA Hear what?
JACK
That... sawing and hammering.
MARLA
Have we been talking too long? Must we change the subject?
Jack turns -- through the crack of the open basement door, Tyler's staring at Jack from the bottom of the stairs.
TYLER (harsh whisper)
You're not talking about me, are you?
Jack reacts, turns back to Marla.
JACK (to Marla and Tyler)
No.
MARLA
That day you came over to my place to play doctor... what was going on there?
TYLER (still a whisper)
What are you talking about?
JACK (to Marla and Tyler) Nothing.
MARLA Nothing? I don't think so.
TYLER (whisper) This conversation...
JACK This conversation...
TYLER ... is over.
JACK ... is over.
Marla comes to touch Jack's hair. Jack closes the basement door. Marla sees the kiss-scar on Jack's hand, grabs his hand. Jack tries to pull it back, but Marla keeps a grip.
MARLA What is this? Who did this?
JACK ... A person.
MARLA Guy or girl?
JACK Why would you ask if it's a guy or a girl?!
MARLA Why would you get bent if I asked?
JACK Let go of me... (pulls his hand free) Leave me alone.
MARLA You're afraid to say.
Marla backs away, closes her eyes, struggling with frustration. She leaves out the back door, not looking back.
Jack leans against the wall. After a moment, he opens the basement door, heads downstairs...
INT. BASEMENT STAIRCASE
Tyler walks upstairs, passing as Jack continues down...
INT. BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS
Jack looks around. TRIPLE-DECKER BUNKS clutter the basement, as many as can fit into the space.
JACK (calling upstairs) Tyler... ? What's this for?
From upstairs, the SOUND of the DOORBELL.
INT. LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Jack opens the door. Ricky stands on the porch, staring ahead in subordinate military style. He's in black pants, black shirt, black shoes, holds a PAPER BAG, with an army surplus MATTRESS rolled-up at his feet.
JACK Um... what can I do for you, Ricky?
Tyler steps up beside Jack, looks Ricky over.
TYLER You're too young. Sorry.
JACK Wait a minute...
Tyler comes back inside, shuts the door.
JACK "Too young?"
TYLER If the applicant is young, we tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat.
JACK "Applicant?"
TYLER If the applicant waits at the door for three days without food, shelter or encouragement, then he can enter and begin training.
JACK "Training?" Tyler...
EXT. PORCH - MOMENTS LATER
Jack comes out, walks around Ricky, hands in his pockets, unsure. Tyler watches, nods for Jack to go ahead.
JACK Uh, look. You're too... young to... train here. You should probably be on you way.
No response from Ricky, who remains at attention. Jack goes back inside. Tyler closes the door.
EXT. PORCH - NIGHT
Ricky remains at attention. Jack bursts out with a BROOM, knocks the brown bag out of Ricky's hand, kicks it away.
JACK Are you deaf?! I told you to leave! You will never get inside this house!
EXT. PORCH - MORNING
Ricky's still there. Tyler comes out, friendly.
TYLER Look, friend, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. It's not the end of the world. Just go away. You're trespassing and I will call the police. Nothing personal.
EXT. PORCH - NIGHT
Ricky, same spot. Jack bursts outside with the broom again.
JACK You're never getting through this door, you stupid little weasel! Look at me when I talk to you... !
He WHACKS Ricky in the shoulder with the broom.
JACK What is your major malfunction!?
INT. JACK'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
At the window, Tyler sips coffee, watches this scene on the PORCH below.
JACK (V.O.) Sooner or later, we all became what Tyler wanted us to be.
EXT. PORCH - MORNING
Ricky's there. Bob is now next to him, in black, with a paper bag in hand, mattress at his feet. Tyler steps out. Jack stays in the doorway, locking eyes on Bob. To all the following questions, Ricky answers "Sir!" --
TYLER You have two black shirts? Two pair black trousers? One pair black boots? Two pair black socks? One black coat? Three hundred dollars personal burial money? Go inside.
Ricky goes in. Tyler turns to Bob.
TYLER You're too old. Sorry. And, you're too fat. Nice seeing you.
Bob looks genuinely hurt. He picks up his mattress and starts away. Tyler looks at Jack and rolls his eyes. Jack follows Bob...
JACK Bob... Bob, wait... (leading Bob back) Let me explain this to you...
EXT. PORCH -- NIGHT
CRICKETS CHIRP. Bob stands at at rigid attention.
INT. 2ND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT
Tyler and Jack stand in bathroom doorway, watching Ricky finish SHAVING off all of his HAIR. Tyler comes to give the top of Ricky's head a sharp SLAP.
TYLER A monkey, ready to be shot into space. A Space Monkey, ready to sacrifice himself for Project Mayhem.
From here on, all those with shaved heads: "SPACE MONKEYS."
EXT. PORCH - DAY
Jack looks out the window. Bob stands motionless. There's another "applicant," a SHORT GUY, beside Bob. Ricky comes out the front door with the BROOM...
RICKY (to Bob) You're too fucking old, fatty! We don't want your kind here! (to short guy) You're too short. Go away, stumpy! Go back to the circus!
Ricky HITS them with the broom, then goes in, SLAMS THE DOOR.
JACK (V.O.) So it went...
EXT. BACKYARD - DAY
Tyler works with a HALF DOZEN SPACE MONKEYS, preparing the square of backyard. They pull weeds, clear rocks; working with shovels, rakes, etc. They cart away WHEELBARROWS of rocks and carry in SACKS of FERTILIZER.
JACK (V.O.) Tyler built his army.
IN THE KITCHEN WINDOW, Jack watches...
INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Jack keeps watching out the window, eats toast.
JACK (V.O.) To what purpose, might one ask? Well, one might ask, if not for the first rule of Project Mayhem.
Jack turns to look around the kitchen. THREE SPACE MONKEYS work -- one SCRUBBING the FLOOR, one WASHING DISHES, one SCRUBBING the walls. Jack walks out.
JACK (V.O.) In Tyler We Trust.
INT. JACK'S ROOM - DAY
Jack opens his eyes, awakening to sunlight thru the window.
JACK (V.O.) And, then...
INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING - DAY
Jack slowly pushes open the door to Tyler's room...
JACK Tyler...
The room is empty. Jack stares.
JACK (V.O.) He was gone.
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
Jack comes downstairs... finds DOZENS of SPACE MONKEYS.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Jack enters. Space Monkeys render fat and make soap. They pinch HERBS, adding them to the mix. They add VODKA. Off to the side, a couple Monkeys stir a vat of RICE. On the wall is a big bulletin board with HUNDREDS of DRIVER's LICENSES; a sign above it: "HUMAN SACRIFICES."
FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY "You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap."
JACK (V.O.) Planet Tyler.
Jack dips a spoon into the rice, chomps on it irritatingly.
FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY "We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."
Jack picks up a BOTTLE of VODKA.
JACK (V.O.) I had to hug the walls, trapped inside this clockwork of Space Monkeys, cooking and working and sleeping in teams.
INT. READING ROOM - NIGHT
Jack enters, vodka in hand. TEN SPACE MONKEYS here, reading.
JACK (V.O.) The house became a living thing, wet inside from so many people sweating and breathing. So many people moving, the house moved.
Jack walks out.
INT. OFFICE - DAY
Jack enters. Angel Face reads a book, marks on a chart. Space Monkeys shuffle PAPERS and NEWS CLIPPINGS. Walls are lined with FILES, each labeled with a STREET ADDRESS, under SIGNS: "Mischief," "Disinformation," "Arson."
Jack's eye lingers on "Arson." He starts flipping through a file. Angel Face comes to take the file from him.
ANGEL FACE That wouldn't interest you.
JACK Where's Tyler?
ANGEL FACE The first rule of Project --
JACK Right, right.
As Angel Face replaces the file, Jack notices -- a LYE- BURNED KISS-SCAR on the back of Angel Face's hand.
EXT. BACK YARD - NIGHT
Jack takes a swig of vodka, smokes. In the BACKGROUND, a Space Monkey WHACKS an APPLICANT with a BROOM. It's a ritual; no words. Other Space Monkeys tend the garden.
JACK (V.O.)
I'm all alone. I Am Jack's Broken Heart.
Jack drops his cigarette in the gravel, steps on it. A Space Monkey immediately comes to clean it up.
I don't understand. Why does a weak person have to go out and find a strong person... to hang onto?
MARLA
What do you get out of it?
Faint SOUND of SAWING and HAMMERING. Jack can't quite figure where it's coming from.
JACK
You hear that?
MARLA Hear what?
JACK
That... sawing and hammering.
MARLA
Have we been talking too long? Must we change the subject?
Jack turns -- through the crack of the open basement door, Tyler's staring at Jack from the bottom of the stairs.
TYLER (harsh whisper)
You're not talking about me, are you?
Jack reacts, turns back to Marla.
JACK (to Marla and Tyler)
No.
MARLA
That day you came over to my place to play doctor... what was going on there?
TYLER (still a whisper)
What are you talking about?
JACK (to Marla and Tyler) Nothing.
MARLA Nothing? I don't think so.
TYLER (whisper) This conversation...
JACK This conversation...
TYLER ... is over.
JACK ... is over.
Marla comes to touch Jack's hair. Jack closes the basement door. Marla sees the kiss-scar on Jack's hand, grabs his hand. Jack tries to pull it back, but Marla keeps a grip.
MARLA What is this? Who did this?
JACK ... A person.
MARLA Guy or girl?
JACK Why would you ask if it's a guy or a girl?!
MARLA Why would you get bent if I asked?
JACK Let go of me... (pulls his hand free) Leave me alone.
MARLA You're afraid to say.
Marla backs away, closes her eyes, struggling with frustration. She leaves out the back door, not looking back.
Jack leans against the wall. After a moment, he opens the basement door, heads downstairs...
INT. BASEMENT STAIRCASE
Tyler walks upstairs, passing as Jack continues down...
INT. BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS
Jack looks around. TRIPLE-DECKER BUNKS clutter the basement, as many as can fit into the space.
JACK (calling upstairs) Tyler... ? What's this for?
From upstairs, the SOUND of the DOORBELL.
INT. LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Jack opens the door. Ricky stands on the porch, staring ahead in subordinate military style. He's in black pants, black shirt, black shoes, holds a PAPER BAG, with an army surplus MATTRESS rolled-up at his feet.
JACK Um... what can I do for you, Ricky?
Tyler steps up beside Jack, looks Ricky over.
TYLER You're too young. Sorry.
JACK Wait a minute...
Tyler comes back inside, shuts the door.
JACK "Too young?"
TYLER If the applicant is young, we tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat.
JACK "Applicant?"
TYLER If the applicant waits at the door for three days without food, shelter or encouragement, then he can enter and begin training.
JACK "Training?" Tyler...
EXT. PORCH - MOMENTS LATER
Jack comes out, walks around Ricky, hands in his pockets, unsure. Tyler watches, nods for Jack to go ahead.
JACK Uh, look. You're too... young to... train here. You should probably be on you way.
No response from Ricky, who remains at attention. Jack goes back inside. Tyler closes the door.
EXT. PORCH - NIGHT
Ricky remains at attention. Jack bursts out with a BROOM, knocks the brown bag out of Ricky's hand, kicks it away.
JACK Are you deaf?! I told you to leave! You will never get inside this house!
EXT. PORCH - MORNING
Ricky's still there. Tyler comes out, friendly.
TYLER Look, friend, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. It's not the end of the world. Just go away. You're trespassing and I will call the police. Nothing personal.
EXT. PORCH - NIGHT
Ricky, same spot. Jack bursts outside with the broom again.
JACK You're never getting through this door, you stupid little weasel! Look at me when I talk to you... !
He WHACKS Ricky in the shoulder with the broom.
JACK What is your major malfunction!?
INT. JACK'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
At the window, Tyler sips coffee, watches this scene on the PORCH below.
JACK (V.O.) Sooner or later, we all became what Tyler wanted us to be.
EXT. PORCH - MORNING
Ricky's there. Bob is now next to him, in black, with a paper bag in hand, mattress at his feet. Tyler steps out. Jack stays in the doorway, locking eyes on Bob. To all the following questions, Ricky answers "Sir!" --
TYLER You have two black shirts? Two pair black trousers? One pair black boots? Two pair black socks? One black coat? Three hundred dollars personal burial money? Go inside.
Ricky goes in. Tyler turns to Bob.
TYLER You're too old. Sorry. And, you're too fat. Nice seeing you.
Bob looks genuinely hurt. He picks up his mattress and starts away. Tyler looks at Jack and rolls his eyes. Jack follows Bob...
JACK Bob... Bob, wait... (leading Bob back) Let me explain this to you...
EXT. PORCH -- NIGHT
CRICKETS CHIRP. Bob stands at at rigid attention.
INT. 2ND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT
Tyler and Jack stand in bathroom doorway, watching Ricky finish SHAVING off all of his HAIR. Tyler comes to give the top of Ricky's head a sharp SLAP.
TYLER A monkey, ready to be shot into space. A Space Monkey, ready to sacrifice himself for Project Mayhem.
From here on, all those with shaved heads: "SPACE MONKEYS."
EXT. PORCH - DAY
Jack looks out the window. Bob stands motionless. There's another "applicant," a SHORT GUY, beside Bob. Ricky comes out the front door with the BROOM...
RICKY (to Bob) You're too fucking old, fatty! We don't want your kind here! (to short guy) You're too short. Go away, stumpy! Go back to the circus!
Ricky HITS them with the broom, then goes in, SLAMS THE DOOR.
JACK (V.O.) So it went...
EXT. BACKYARD - DAY
Tyler works with a HALF DOZEN SPACE MONKEYS, preparing the square of backyard. They pull weeds, clear rocks; working with shovels, rakes, etc. They cart away WHEELBARROWS of rocks and carry in SACKS of FERTILIZER.
JACK (V.O.) Tyler built his army.
IN THE KITCHEN WINDOW, Jack watches...
INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Jack keeps watching out the window, eats toast.
JACK (V.O.) To what purpose, might one ask? Well, one might ask, if not for the first rule of Project Mayhem.
Jack turns to look around the kitchen. THREE SPACE MONKEYS work -- one SCRUBBING the FLOOR, one WASHING DISHES, one SCRUBBING the walls. Jack walks out.
JACK (V.O.) In Tyler We Trust.
INT. JACK'S ROOM - DAY
Jack opens his eyes, awakening to sunlight thru the window.
JACK (V.O.) And, then...
INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING - DAY
Jack slowly pushes open the door to Tyler's room...
JACK Tyler...
The room is empty. Jack stares.
JACK (V.O.) He was gone.
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
Jack comes downstairs... finds DOZENS of SPACE MONKEYS.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Jack enters. Space Monkeys render fat and make soap. They pinch HERBS, adding them to the mix. They add VODKA. Off to the side, a couple Monkeys stir a vat of RICE. On the wall is a big bulletin board with HUNDREDS of DRIVER's LICENSES; a sign above it: "HUMAN SACRIFICES."
FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY "You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap."
JACK (V.O.) Planet Tyler.
Jack dips a spoon into the rice, chomps on it irritatingly.
FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY "We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."
Jack picks up a BOTTLE of VODKA.
JACK (V.O.) I had to hug the walls, trapped inside this clockwork of Space Monkeys, cooking and working and sleeping in teams.
INT. READING ROOM - NIGHT
Jack enters, vodka in hand. TEN SPACE MONKEYS here, reading.
JACK (V.O.) The house became a living thing, wet inside from so many people sweating and breathing. So many people moving, the house moved.
Jack walks out.
INT. OFFICE - DAY
Jack enters. Angel Face reads a book, marks on a chart. Space Monkeys shuffle PAPERS and NEWS CLIPPINGS. Walls are lined with FILES, each labeled with a STREET ADDRESS, under SIGNS: "Mischief," "Disinformation," "Arson."
Jack's eye lingers on "Arson." He starts flipping through a file. Angel Face comes to take the file from him.
ANGEL FACE That wouldn't interest you.
JACK Where's Tyler?
ANGEL FACE The first rule of Project --
JACK Right, right.
As Angel Face replaces the file, Jack notices -- a LYE- BURNED KISS-SCAR on the back of Angel Face's hand.
EXT. BACK YARD - NIGHT
Jack takes a swig of vodka, smokes. In the BACKGROUND, a Space Monkey WHACKS an APPLICANT with a BROOM. It's a ritual; no words. Other Space Monkeys tend the garden.
JACK (V.O.)
I'm all alone. I Am Jack's Broken Heart.
Jack drops his cigarette in the gravel, steps on it. A Space Monkey immediately comes to clean it up.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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