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Three Kings (1999)

by by David O. Russell.
Draft Date: 6/22/98.

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FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY


FADE IN:

EXT. IRAQI DESERT - DAY

WIDE ANGLE POV of wide open desert, flat grey sky.

THE CAMERA is running forward, toward a big sand berm in the
distance. There are O.S. sounds: SOLDIER'S EQUIPMENT
CLANKING, BOOTS RUNNING ON SAND. Hear a MAN's BREATHING.

The back of his helmeted head and his uniformed shoulders
APPEAR in the BOTTOM of the FRAME, running. This is TROY
BARLOW, Sargeant, U.S. Army, 25 years old. On his helmet is
a photo-button with a photo of a newborn baby.

Suddenly, on the sand berm 100 meters ahead, an IRAQI SOLDIER
stands. Troy stops in his tracks, out of breath, and stares
at the figure on the berm. The Iraqi flutters a white flag
over his head, then puts it down and picks up a gun. Troy
turns around, we see his face for the first time.

		TROY
	Are we shooting people, or what?

		SOLDIER #1 (O.S.)
	Are we shooting?

		TROY
	That's what I'm asking you.

		SOLDIER #1 (O.S.)
	What's the answer?

		TROY
	I don't know the answer. That's
	what I'm trying to find out.

PAN TO THREE SOLDIERS 40 yards away -- ZOOM IN --

SOLDIER #1 unwraps a stick of gum and puts it into his mouth.
TWO OTHER SOLDIERS put out their hands and get pieces of gum.

PAN TO 100 yards away -- ZOOM IN -- SOLDIER #2 stands with
his head tilted back while SOLDIER #3 looks into his eye.

		SOLDIER #3
	It looks like a grain of sand, but
	I don't know how I'm gonna get it
	out--

CAPTAIN VAN METER, 37, crab-like, is in the far distance.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	If they surrender, don't shoot, if
	they don't surrender, then shoot.

PAN BACK TO Troy, faces the CAMERA, CLOSE, scared, then turns
back to the dune and runs a few yards.

Stops and stares, raises his rifle.  He aims at the figure on
the horizon.

POV THROUGH RIFLE SCOPE

The Iraqi soldier in the cross hairs. Hear Troy's breathing,
loud, as he pulls trigger slowly.  Slow motion RIFLE sound.

Silent pause. The Iraqi soldier stands there, then his neck
explodes like a sack of blood. Silent, except for sound of
Troy's LOUD BREATHING as he walks toward the big berm, and up
to the crest. All we hear are his footsteps and breathing.

		SOLDIER #3 (O.S.)
	That guy just shot a towel head.

		SOLDIER #4 (O.S.)
	Bullshit.

YOUNG IRAQI SOLDIER

lies on the ground. A piece of his neck is blown away. He is
rasping, a flag is clasped in one hand; a rifle in the other.
He is looking up at Troy, who looks down at him.

						SMASH CUT TO

FANTASY - INT. HOSPITAL, TORRANCE, CAL. - DAY

A WHITE BABY GIRL, covered in blood and placenta, is pulled
from between the legs of Troy's WIFE, DARLENE. THE NURSE
holds the SCREAMING BABY aloft, proud and happy.

		VIG (V.O.)
		(deep southern accent)
	Congratulations, you got yourself
	a rag head, my man.

EXT. IRAQI DESERT - DAY (PRESENT)

The rasping Iraqi dies.

PAN TO CONRAD VIG, 18 or 20, wiry, intense, deep south,
wearing Army issue glasses, out of breath.

		VIG
	Dag.

Troy turns, upset, murmurs "I Get Around" by the Beach Boys.

		TROY
	"Gettin' bugged drivin' up and
	down the same old strip, gotta
	find a new place where the kids
	are hip, I get around --"

		SOLDIER #1
	I didn't think I'd see anyone get
	shot over here.

		VIG
	It looked like the guy's head blew
	three feet into the air --

FANTASY SEQUENCE IN SLOW MOTION

The Iraqi's head pops three feet into the air.

BACK TO THE SCENE

		SOLDIER #1
	Bullshit, that's not what happened.

		VIG
	I said it looked like that
	happened, but then we got here and
	he was still breathing.

		SOLDIER #2
	Oh, my God, it's just like
	'Predator,' where the guy, the
	black guy --

		SOLDIER #3
	Carl Weathers. His arm gets shot
	off.

		VIG
	And when it hits the ground, his
	hand keeps on firing.

SCENE FROM 'PREDATOR'

Carl Weathers arm is shot off and keeps firing.

BACK TO THE SCENE.

		SOLDIER #5
	Take my picture.

		VIG
	Do you still want to sell pictures?

		TROY
		(distracted monotone)
	For twenty.

		SOLDIER #5
	Twenty dollars, man, what's the
	meaning of life?

		TROY
	You're lucky you got to see
	anybody shot in this war.

		VIG
	War's been over five days, Jim,
	ain't gonna be much more of this.

		SOLDIER #5
	Bobby, take my picture.

He holds the camera out.

		SOLDIER #4
	If he shot the guy, it's up to him.

		SOLDIER #5
	It's not like he shot a fucking
	deer. It's the enemy.

		VIG
	Troy's enemy, yours for twenty.

Soldiers get their cash out, Troy takes it.

		TROY
	Accept no substitute, this is the
	real thing, oh, Jesus [winces] --

		VIG
	What's wrong?

		TROY
	I got a really bad headache all of
	a sudden--

SOLDIER #7 bends next to the corpse and holds his camera out
at arm's length.

		VIG
	No free pictures, motherfucker.

Vig shoves the soldier away and the two wrestle as they roll
down the sand berm.

"I Just Want to Celebrate" by Rare Earth comes on LOUD.

Troy walks away holding his temple in pain; SOLDIERS gather
to stare at the dead Iraqi, getting their cameras out.

EXT. IRAQI DESERT ROAD - AMERICAN SOLDIERS IN COMBAT GEAR

dance on a road in the desert. "I Just Want to Celebrate"
BLARES as the CAMERA DOLLIES THROUGH the soldiers.

DOLLY INTO TENT TOWN, past bare chested soldiers pumping free
weights; jogging in formation; sunbathing on big water
storage mattresses; DOLLY OUT OF THE TENT TOWN, past a
soldier taking a makeshift foxhole desert bath, past a dead
Iraqi on the road, a chopper hovering in the distance, to
MORE DANCING SOLDIERS, as music continues --

		BILL SMITHSON (O.S.)
	Spirits are high and the music is
	boisterous as these young troops
	celebrate -- Shit. Let me try that
	again.

DOLLY AROUND the dancing soldiers to see: hundreds of
stripped Iraqi soldiers lying face down in undershorts.

		BILL SMITHSON (O.S.)
	Spirits are high and the music is
	fucking motherfucking sand in my
	eye --

PAN PAST CNN REPORTER BILL SMITHSON, 45, in white safari
jacket over Desert Storm fatigues, cleaning his eye; nearby
a cluster of ROWDY SOLDIERS who are mugging into the camera.

DOLLY TO ARCHIE GATES, 55, Lieutenant Colonel, Special
Forces, wearing sunglasses, talking to HAVICHON, a FRENCH
Special Forces Captain on CRUTCHES with a broken leg.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Is that what you got from this
	experience? A goddamn watch?

		HAVICHON
	Ees a great fucking watch.

Close up: portrait of a sheik on a Rolex.

		ARCHIE GATES
	There's 700 million in gold out
	there and you're fucking around
	with a watch?

		HAVICHON
	Bon dieu de merde, that's a lot of
	gold, man.

		ARCHIE GATES
	One bunker of gold and we retire
	from this horseshit, Hashy--

		BILL SMITHSON
	Gates.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Just a second. The problem, Hash,
	is how do you find it?

		HAVICHON
	Like one sowsan bunker out sair --

		ARCHIE GATES
	Maybe two sowsan bunker out sair,
	Hash, how do you find Saddam's
	bullion?

		BILL SMITHSON
	Could I have some help over here,
	for Chrissakes?

		ARCHIE GATES
	My goodness, Bill, what seems to
	be the problem?

		BILL SMITHSON
	I'm trying to do a story here and
	the fucking sand is blowing in my
	face --

		ARCHIE GATES
	You want me to stop the sand? I
	can't do anything about that.

		BILL SMITHSON
	No, you're too busy talking about
	the fucking gold, which by the way
	makes a great story if you'd get
	me a goddamn lead on it --

		ARCHIE GATES
	I think the Saddam story goes more
	for the jugular, journalistically
	speaking, I mean, he's still here
	beating the shit out of his
	country.

		BILL SMITHSON
	Would you just be my guide and not
	my fucking producer? You're my
	guide.

		ARCHIE GATES
	OK, go do your celebration story,
	Bill.

SMASH TO: Rowdy soldiers mug for Smithson's camera.

		SOLDIER #5
	We're number one.

		SOLDIER #6
	Waaaa-hooooo--

		BILL SMITHSON
	You're heroes.

		SOLDIER #6
	We're heroes.

		SOLDIER #7
	Give war a chance.

		BILL SMITHSON
	You've exorcised the ghosts of
	Vietnam with a clear moral
	imperative --

		SOLDIER #5
	Is that what we did?

		BILL SMITHSON
	Where the hell are you going?

Archie is walking off with CATHY DAITCH a young reporter.

		ARCHIE GATES
	I'll be right back.

		BILL SMITHSON
	I don't want you helping other
	reporters, goddamn it.

		SOLDIER #1
	We kicked ass.

		SOLDIER #6
	We didn't get rid of fucking
	Saddam --

		SOLDIER #8
	Which totally sucks a big dick.

		SOLDIER #6
	Those people are getting reemed --

		SOLDIER #7
	Bullshit, we saved Kuwait, man.

		BILL SMITHSON
	Who's getting reemed? The Shiites?

		SOLDIER #8
	I don't know who they are, man --

		SOLDIER #6
	We got big firepower but we ain't
	saving them --

		SOLDIER #5
	Fuck that, we liberated Kuwait.

		SOLDIER #1
	Weehaaaaaaa.

Five soldiers chant Lee Greenwood's anthem, "Proud to Be An
American" into Smithson's camera --

		SOLDIERS (CHANT)
	'If tomorrow all the things were
	gone that I worked for all my life
	and I had to start again with just
	my children and my wife--'

WIDE, HIGH ANGLE DOLLYING CRANE OF BIG TENT CITY

		SOLDIERS (CHANT OS)
	'I'd thank my lucky stars to --

Dissolve to POV from chopper - night - of twinkling lights of
vast U.S. Army camp below.

"Proud to Be An America" blasts. CHOPPER PILOTS sing off key.

		CHOPPER PILOTS
	'--be livin' here today because
	the flag still stands for freedom
	and they can't take that
	awayyyyy --'

INT. LARGE ARMY TENT - NIGHT

"Proud To Be An American" BLASTS on as

Troy, wearing a checked Arab headdress is paraded on
shoulders. He holds up a Coke can in one hand and a Bud can
in the other, like torches.

		TROY
		(screaming the song)
	And I'm proud I to be an American,
	where at least I know I'm free.
	And I won't forget the men who
	died, who gave that right to me.
	And I'd gladly stand up; next to
	you and defend her still today.
	Cause there ain't no doubt I love
	this land, God bless the U S A --

Soldiers scream and go nuts.

Beer is sputtered from soldiers' mouths.

"I Can't Do Nothing For Ya Man" by Public Enemy blasts.

WALTER WOGOMAN, 19, quiet, tall, Southern operates two
parallel boom boxes like a DJ.

A Soldier rapidly peels down one Bruce Lee poster on top of
another, like a flip-book animating Bruce Lee. Vig wearing
a bandage across his nose from the fight on the berm does a
series of cheerleader-like karate arm movements.

Soldiers whip brightly painted toy footballs at Troy. He
whips the balls back, is tackled over a table, crashes.

Soldiers -- Vig, Walter, others -- scream viscerally as the
music blasts.  Two soldiers fire their fingers like pistols
at Troy on the floor screaming like a fierce animal.

		TROY
	Rahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Vig screams into Troy's face at point blank range.

		VIG
	Rahhhhhhhhh.

		TROY
	Rahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	Goddamn it, where the fuck did
	this beer come from we gotta take
	more Iraqis prisoner tomorrow.

EXT. IRAQI DESERT - DAY

WIDE SHOT -  HUNDREDS OF IRAQIS walking in the desert, hands
raised above their heads.

		TRANSLATOR (MEGAPHONE)
	Hasnala shi aluno quibaan --

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	We will not hurt you. Lay down
	your weapons, get on the ground --

TWO IRAQIS with bad face wounds get medical help.

FIVE IRAQIS

on their knees, plead for mercy in Arabic as they disrobe.
They grab and kiss Troy Barlow's hand, as he holds his M-16
on the begging Iraqis.

		TROY
	It's cool, no one's gonna hurt
	you --

Vig whips out his big Thunder 5 pistol and points it in their
faces.

		VIG
	Did you rape and torture anybody
	in Kuwait, Abdul?

The Iraqis wail for mercy. Troy pushes Vig's pistol away.

		TROY
	You're making them all hysterical.

Vig points the big pistol at an OLDER IRAQI OFFICER who is
the only one not taking his clothes off.

		VIG
	Take your fucking rags off, take
	this off. No comprende English,
	motherfucker?

		TROY
	What is your fucking problem,
	Conrad?

		VIG
	I'm trying to git him to obey the
	spirit of things but he won't take
	his rags off.

		TROY
		(leans down)
	Sir? We need you to disrobe like
	all the other towel heads, OK?

The Officer does not move, Troy punches his head once. Vig
and Walter forcibly pull the Iraqi Officer's pants off. Troy
takes out a bottle of aspirin, eats two.

		VIG
	Whoa, it's a freaky thing, Troy.

Vig points to the Officer's bare buttocks, where a rolled up
piece of paper is sticking out --

		TROY
	There's a document in that guy's
	ass, Conrad.

		VIG
	That's the freaky thing.

		WALTER
	Do you think he ate it?

		TROY
	It wouldn't come out perfect like
	that if he ate it.

Troy pulls out a latex glove out of his pocket.

		TROY
	Go get it, Private.

		IRAQI OFFICER
	Hasa man timal!

The Officer screams in protest and is forcibly subdued by
Walter as Vig, wearing the glove, slowly pulls the rolled up,
greasy paper from the Officer's ass -- Troy looks disgusted.

		TROY
	Open it up.

		VIG
	You only gave me one glove.

		TROY
	I'm sorry I don't have another,
	but you gotta open it up. That's
	how the chain of command works.

Vig takes out a U.S. Army pen and uses it to unroll the
greasy paper and lie it flat on the sand.

CLOSE UP - THE RUMPLED PAPER

is a handwritten map, with scant Arabic writing, a few spare
roads, numbers, and three small boxes.

		VIG
	What the hell is that?

		TROY
	Important enough to squeeze your
	cheeks for.

INT. TELEVISION TRUCK - DAY

In the half-light of dozens of TV monitors playing Iraqi news
from around the world, Archie Gates madly humps CATHY DAITCH
on a lawn chair which is slamming into the monitors.

		CATHY DAITCH
	You are a trained warrior, trained
	warrior, trained warrior, Jesus
	Christ, Colonel!

TV monitors crash to the floor as she climaxes. Archie lays
on the floor catching his breath, stares at a sideways
monitor of soldiers celebrating; she stands, dresses.

		CATHY DAITCH
		(breathless)
	What's Bill got?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Just the celebration story.

		CATHY DAITCH
	That's it?

		ARCHIE GATES
	That's it --

		ARCHIE GATES
	How about you? Did you find
	anything?

		CATHY DAITCH
	It could be another bullshit lead
	but I need you to help me find a
	guy who might have something on
	the gold --

		ARCHIE GATES
	Who's the guy?

		CATHY DAITCH
	Somebody Barlow, maybe in Company
	B--

		ARCHIE GATES
	Barlow.

		CATHY DAITCH
	Got a map out of a prisoner's head.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Out of a prisoner's head?

		CATHY DAITCH
	Or his ear, or his ass, or his
	dick, and they got like a fifty
	page full-color mini atlas of
	Saddam's bunkers --

		ARCHIE GATES
	Out of a guy's dick?

The door explodes open and two MPs grab Archie, pants around
his ankles, and drag him from the truck.

EXT. TELEVISION TRUCK - DAY

Archie is faced by an OLDER TWO STAR GENERAL (GENERAL PYE),
a YOUNGER ONE STAR GENERAL (GENERAL HORN).

		GENERAL PYE
	This is not the way we service the
	media, Major. Stop her --

WHIP PAN TO Cathy runs away as she dresses, MPs grab her.

		MP
	You are in violation of code 37D,
	grinding Major Gates.

They let her go. Soldiers in gas suits laugh.

		ARCHIE GATES
	You guys have no manners
	whatsoever --

Bill Smithson runs up, agitated.

		BILL SMITHSON
	I told you he was with her --

		GENERAL PYE
	We're handling this, OK?

The MP pushes Smithson away.

		BILL SMITHSON
	I wanted help with the gold story,
	and he took off on me--

		ARCHIE GATES
	That's a lot of bullshit.

Smithson is walked away. Archie pulls his pants up.

		GENERAL PYE
	I give you a prestige job in the
	media war of the century and the
	guy feels neglected.

		ARCHIE GATES
	I'm helping him plenty with his
	big celebration feature -- Where
	did you get this fucking star?

Archie suddenly reaches out and grabs the corner of General
Horn's collar, with its one star.

		GENERAL HORN
	They made me a general, pal.

		ARCHIE GATES
	For what? I don't even know what
	we did over here, but Schwartzkopf
	gets a book deal, you get a star,
	Powell gets to be fucking
	president--

		GENERAL HORN
	Are you high? This is a huge win
	for us.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Running the press pool's a real
	big win for me.

		GENERAL PYE
	You want us to kill more Americans
	to occupy Iraq?

		ARCHIE GATES
	I'm just saying it's ironic,
	that's all.

		GENERAL HORN
	What the fuck is ironic?

		ARCHIE GATES
	We got the biggest army in the
	world here but Iraq still has the
	d-bag dictator in power, but
	that's how the world works I guess.

		GENERAL PYE
	Just take care of Smithson and
	maybe he'll hook you up to consult
	on movies.

		GENERAL HORN
	It's either that or be a security
	guard when you retire.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Fuck you, Ron.

		GENERAL HORN
	I'm a general now, you can't say
	fuck you to me.

		ARCHIE GATES
	OK, sir, but there's another thing
	I'd like to say, if you don't mind.

		GENERAL HORN
	Go right ahead, Colonel.

Archie leans wild-eyed into Horn's face and whispers --

		ARCHIE GATES
	Fuuuuuck yooouuuu, Ronnnnn.

INT. CAPTAIN'S TENT - DAY

SPLASH -- rubbing alcohol is poured over Vig's extended hand
by DOC ELGIN, 25, stocky, black, no nonsense.

		TROY
	You've washed your hands like a
	thousand times, Conrad.

		VIG
	Lord knows what vermin live in the
	butt of a dune koon.

		DOC
	Why do you let this cracker follow
	you around?

		TROY
	He's a good kid.

		DOC
	He's a wall-eyed cracker.

		TROY
	He's got no high school, man, he's
	from a group home in Jackson --

		DOC
	I don't give a shit if he's from
	Johannesburg. I don't want to hear
	dune koon or sand nigger from him
	or anybody.

		VIG
	Captain uses those terms.

		TROY
	The point is, Conrad, 'towel head'
	and 'camel jockey' are perfectly
	good substitutes.

		DOC
	Exactly.

		VIG
	I'm sorry, man, it's a little
	confusing is all.

		DOC
	What can I do for your headache?

Doc Elgin opens a case full of pill bottles.

		TROY
	Got any Vicadan?

		DOC
	All gone. How about Caffergot?

		TROY
	Excellent. Let's translate my
	Iraqi ass map.

Troy pops the pills, Doc pulls a document from a folder and
opens it as he hovers over a table with Troy and Vig.

		TROY
	Van Meter's at the big pow wow?

		DOC
	We're cool for at least three
	hours, but keep Walter on the door.

Walter stands by the door wearing night vision goggles.


		TROY
	Would you take those fucking
	things off?

		WALTER
	I never got to use night vision.

		TROY
	They don't work during the day and
	stand outside the tent.

Doc unfolds a big aerial-photo map of the Iraqi desert, next
to the rumpled ass map.

		DOC
	These are definitely Saddam's
	bunkers near Karbala.

		TROY
	What's inside?

		DOC
	According to Intelligence --
	Picasso, Armani, Rolex, Mercedes,
	Sony you name it --  Kuwait was
	Muslim Beverly Hills and Saddam
	sacked it.

		VIG
	Man, get an awesome stereo system
	with like ten BOS speakers  --

		TROY
	Silver Lexus convertible.

		DOC
	Lexus doesn't make a convertible.

		TROY
	Yes, they do.

		DOC
	Infiniti has one coming.

		TROY
	You're wrong.

		DOC
	You can't get a car home from here
	anyway.

		TROY
	If I get enough Rolexes I could
	buy one when I got home.

		VIG
	One gold Rolex, I get a very fine
	split level outside Jackson.

		TROY
	My one problem, see, is the risk
	here --

		DOC
	What risk? We already did the
	risk. I signed up last year to
	bank some computer training--

		TROY
	Tell me about it.

		DOC
	Next thing I know I'm sitting here
	waiting to get hit by a Scud. I
	put my life on the line for what
	purpose I'm not sure, and now the
	good Lord puts this map in my
	path --

		TROY
	He could put a land mine in your
	path if we try to find this
	place --

		DOC
	You're safe with me.

		TROY
	Cuz you have a galactic plutonium
	forcefield.

		DOC
	I don't talk about it. But I do
	have a ring of Jesus fire.

		TROY
	You have a ring of Jesus fire.

		DOC
	I was fire baptized.

		VIG
	I was baptized in water.

		DOC
	I'm fire baptized.

		TROY
	I don't even know what water
	baptism means.

		DOC
	For those who understand, no
	explanation is necessary; for
	those who don't, no explanation
	will suffice. You can benefit from
	my Jesus ring if you do right by
	me, you got that?

		TROY
	OK.

						CUT TO

POV WALTER'S NIGHT VISION --

BLURRY IMAGE OF ARCHIE WALKING right up to Walter.

		WALTER
	This tent is restricted --

		ARCHIE GATES
	Get the fuck out of my way.

		WALTER
	May day, may day --

						CUT TO

Troy and Doc scramble to put the maps under the table.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Good afternoon.

He walks up to them.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Would this be the proctology tent?

		DOC
	Yes, sir, I mean, no, sir.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Then maybe it's the urology tent.

		TROY
	Captain's at a staff meeting.

		ARCHIE GATES
	That's OK, I'm not looking for a
	proctologist or a urologist I'm
	looking for Sargeant Barlow.

Archie fixes his gaze on Troy, walks up, reaches under the
table, and takes the map, smells his fingers.

		ARCHIE GATES
	You're on the path to truth when
	you smell shit, isn't that what
	they say?

		VIG
	I don't recognize you, sir. Are
	you in this division?

		DOC
	He's not in this division. He's
	Special Forces.

Troy and Vig are impressed.

		DOC
	He's the guy taking Bill Smithson
	around.

		ARCHIE GATES
	And you would be the Three Wise
	Men, right, Mappy, Slappy, and
	Pappy -- 

He points in order to Doc, Vig, and Troy, who picks up his
family photo button.

		ARCHIE GATES
	That leaves Cappy outside.

						CUT TO

Walter, outside the tent, practices blocking positions.

		WALTER
	Damn. Freeze. Do not pass. Hold
	it, freeze. Stop. Freeze.

						CUT TO

		VIG
	His name is Walter.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Did you good soldiers present this
	map to Captain Van Meter?

		TROY
	Not yet.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Then I'll take it to him.

Troy stands and grabs the map.

		TROY
	We'll take it to him. Sir.

		ARCHIE GATES
	It won't do either of us any good
	then, will it?

		TROY
	He's our commander, sir. We'd have
	to tell him you took it.

Both Troy and Archie hold the map, staring at each other.
Everyone is tense.

		ARCHIE GATES
	It could be nothing but a sandy
	love letter from one Eye-raqi to
	another --

		TROY
	It's a series of bunkers near
	Karbala.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Maybe.

		TROY
	Not maybe, definitely. Recon
	photos match the map.

		ARCHIE GATES
	May I look at the goddamn map?

Troy lets go. Archie holds the map up to the light. He then
pours some of Doc's rubbing alcohol on the map, and holds it
to the light again. He puts the map on the table, turns the
light off and clicks on an infra-red flashlight he pulls out.
A completely different map appears in green markings.

		VIG
	Dag.

		ARCHIE GATES
	That's what makes Rangers badass,
	we get the best flashlights.

They stare at the new map in the infrared glow, captivated.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Still looks like a series of three
	bunkers in three villages. A bit
	farther to the west.

		DOC
	Seventy-five klicks north.

		ARCHIE GATES
	More like 65.

		TROY
	Much closer to Karbala.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Leave at dawn, back by lunch, not
	a big deal. Of course --

He turns the overhead light back on.

		ARCHIE GATES
	-- there could be nothing inside
	but starving Arabs and stolen
	watches, but I think it's worth
	checking out, even if I have to do
	it with clueless reservists like
	you.

They look at him.

		ARCHIE GATES
	I mean, I could take the map, but
	you could talk, it starts to
	become a pain in the ass for me,
	so we'll do the gold together.

		DOC
	What gold?

		ARCHIE GATES
	You don't even know what's inside
	these bunkers, do you?

		VIG
	Rolexes.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Rolexes are swell, but I'm talking
	about Kuwaiti bullion.

		VIG
	You mean the little cubes you put
	in hot water for soup?

		ARCHIE GATES
	No. Not the little cubes you put
	in hot water for soup.

		TROY
	Gold bricks.

		ARCHIE GATES
	5 kilos each, $50,000 in today's
	market.

		VIG
	For one gold brick?

		ARCHIE GATES
	I'm sure Mr. Hussein has divided
	his bricks. into many different
	hiding places, but just one hiding
	place should be easy to take, and
	that would be enough to get us out
	of our day jobs. Unless the three
	kings are in love with their day
	jobs.

Dolly: Troy, Doc, Vig stare at Archie.

FANTASY - EXT. LOS ANGELES - DAY

SILENT - Troy walks in white shirtsleeves, dark tie, pulling
a cart with a salesman's black case on it over a curb.

FANTASY - INT. OFFICE

SILENT - Troy kneels at a disassembled photocopier, tools and
parts all around him, opens a bag of toner, which spills
black dust all over his white shirt

FANTASY - INT. KENNEDY AIRPORT

SILENT - Doc is a red cap. He lifts suitcases from the trunk
of a black Mercedes while a rich white father (mother and two
small children behind) tells him to be careful.

FANTASY - EXT. MISSISSIPPI WOODS

Vig fires his pistols with fury at a series of stuffed
animals on logs -- blowing the stuffed animals to
smithereens.

						BACK TO

		VIG
	I don't really have a day job.

		TROY
	What about the risk of taking a
	Humvee and all that --

		ARCHIE GATES
	We do this shit all the time.

		VIG
	What else did you do, sir?

		ARCHIE GATES
	In Panama we went sailing in
	Noriega's boats.

		TROY
	Wow.

		ARCHIE GATES
	In Vietnam, we got a big gold
	Buddha, which we unfortunately
	dropped in a swamp by accident.

		DOC
	What about Iraqi soldiers?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Let's see. They had the shit
	bombed out them for two months,
	they're deserting all over the
	place, and they've completely
	surrendered to us. That's a beaten
	army in every sense of the word.

He looks at them.

		ARCHIE GATES
	You are now under my command,
	salute --

They salute him. He straightens Troy's salute.

		ARCHIE GATES
	What's the guy's name outside?

		TROY
	Walter.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Cappy.

Walter comes in.

		ARCHIE GATES
	You will take Bill Smithson on a
	special mission to find the gold
	story, but it will be a
	meaningless ride that lasts all
	morning and takes him nowhere near
	Karbala, is that clear?

		WALTER
	How am I gonna get out of the
	company?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Your captain will be detained by
	a friend of mine.

		VIG
	Is it true you got to take an
	enemy ear to be Special Forces?

		ARCHIE GATES
	No, but if you talk to anybody
	about this, I'll kill you.

Vig smile fades as he looks into Archie's cold stare.

EXT. DESERT CAMP - WIDE SHOT - DAWN

Three figures in fatigues crouch low to the ground as they
run to a motorcycle and side car. Walter kickstarts the
motorcycle. PACO the cameraman sits behind Walter with a
video camera. Walter's face is painted beige and brown with
camouflage spots, so is Bill Smithson's, as he crouches in
the sidecar and dramatically gives Walter the thumb's up.

EXT. VAN METER'S TENT - DAY

Cathy Daitch stands next to a cameraman filming Van Meter
while another man holds a boom over Van Meter's head.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	How about if I lean on it, like
	this?

		CATHY DAITCH
	Very dashing.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	Does it look too posed?

		CATHY DAITCH
	Would you ever stand like that?

Van Meter tries a couple of poses.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	I think I might, Jesus, this feels
	stupid.

		CATHY DAITCH
	You'll get used to it. First
	question: did you dream as a boy
	you'd be commanding an infantry
	company in a desert war?

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	As a boy, I wanted to be either a
	veterinarian or a CIA
	sharpshooter --

EXT. DESERT - MOVING HUMVEE - MORNING

Bach's Gloria, from Mass in B Minor plays as

Pow pow pow, Vig fires his big pistol into the desert.

		DOC
	Pull.

Troy throws a painted football into the desert. Doc fires the
M-16 and blows the ball to pieces.

Archie drives and moves his hand to the Bach.

The convertible Humvee is loaded with weaponry and gear, a
mounted 60 mm machine gun, a Bart Simpson doll on the grill.

The Humvee rolls into the vast desert, littered with burned
out tanks, black craters, overturned vehicles, no people.

		DOC
	Pull.

Troy throws another ball, Doc blows it away.

		TROY
	Pull.

Doc throws a football from the moving Humvee, Troy fires a
pistol and misses the ball as it bounces to the desert.

		TROY
	I gave you a better arc, Doc.

		DOC
	What are you talking about?

		TROY
	I threw the ball in a higher arc
	that was easier for you to hit.

		DOC
	Bullshit.

		VIG
	Blacks make better receivers than
	quarterbacks.

		TROY
	Stop speaking right now, Conrad.

		DOC
	Warren Moon is an excellent
	quarterback.

		VIG
	The Oilers have gone nowhere
	behind Warren Moon.

		DOC
	Randall Cunningham.

		TROY
	Don't get down in the mud with
	him, Doc.

		VIG
	The Eagles will never get to the
	Superbowl with him.

Archie moves his hand to the Bach.

		DOC
	Doug Williams took the Redskins to
	the Superbowl and won, OK?

		TROY
	We can all agree there are many
	excellent black quarterbacks.

Doc throws a ball. Vig fires his giant pistol twice and
misses.

		DOC
	Hit it, you sorry-assed cracker --

		VIG
	This gun's too heavy to shoot
	one-handed like a movie star --

Vig fires: blam, blam, bam. The Humvee stops abruptly.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Shut the fuck up.

They sit in embarrassed silence; the joyous Bach choir plays.

EXT. DESERT DAY

No more music. Troy, Doc, and Vig stand spread apart. They
wear white anti-gas suits and hold pistols and drink from
plastic water bottles. A bomb crater is nearby, a wrecked,
burned truck to the side, a SKINNY COW meanders.

		ARCHIE GATES
	When we pull up to the bunker, the
	approach is something called
	violence of action, which is
	standard in special operations. It
	means your movement is so fast and
	decisive that the guards are
	frozen and we haven't fired a
	single shot.

Troy kicks at something in the sand -- and a decayed human
arm springs out, attached to a body with a half-rotted face.

		TROY
	Shit.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We dropped a lot of bombs out here
	and we buried some guys alive --

		VIG
	What do you mean?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Bradleys with big plows cut
	through the berms and covered the
	trenches --

FANTASY - A HUGE PLOW

on the front of a Bradley pushes sand right TOWARD THE CAMERA

		ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)
	They had the option to surrender,
	but they chose to die for their
	country.

DOLLY INTO five terrified Iraqis, eyes open with fear, as the
sand rolls over them.

BACK TO THE SCENE

		ARCHIE GATES
	Let's rehearse.

EXT. DESERT - LATER

They sit in the Humvee and hold their pistols ready.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We'll say the cow is the primary
	guard outside the bunker. We pull
	up fast, and stop short.

		TROY
	Got it.

		ARCHIE GATES
	And -- Go.

The cow stares as the Humvee pulls up to it fast. Troy and
Doc jump out, pistols drawn, flank the cow --

The cow steps back, and explodes.

Troy and Doc stand splattered with cow entrails. The cow's
head lands with a thud on the hood of the Humvee.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Who's hurt?

		DOC
	It's all cow, I think.

		VIG
	Yeah, it's all cow.

He picks cow entrails off himself.

		DOC
	They said this was swept for mines.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Mines are forever, Doc. They never
	get all of 'em.

		TROY
		(low murmur)
	'If you could, help me Rhonda,
	help help me Rhonda --'

Archie watches Troy.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Did you guys see any action at all?

		VIG
	Only night bombing on CNN, except
	for Troy's supercool shooting that
	guy in the neck--

Archie takes Vig's BIG PISTOL and EMPTIES THE SHELLS and puts
them into his pocket.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Is sepsis cool?

		VIG
	What's sepsis?

		DOC
	Infection of the blood.

		ARCHIE GATES
	As in septic tank, because that's
	what happens when a bullet hits
	you. The lead tears in there --

FANTASY - INT. STOMACH MUSCLE AND TISSUE

Slow motion, a bullet pierces flesh, makes a cavity --

		ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)
	Makes a cavity of dead tissue that
	closes down in a convulsive motion
	typical of all gunshot wounds. The
	cavity fills up with bile and
	bacteria and you're fucked.

Bile fluid fills the cavity.

BACK TO THE SCENE

		ARCHIE GATES
	But other than a wound that
	blinds, paralyzes, or castrates,
	the worst wound I've ever seen is
	something called tension pneumo
	thorax --

		DOC
	I heard something about that --

		VIG
	Tension pneumo what?

		ARCHIE GATES
	A bullet, or a blade doesn't kill
	you, but makes a little hole in
	the lung, so every time you
	breathe, a little air leaks into
	the chest cavity, which starts to
	fill up like a balloon. And that
	balloon starts to push your organs
	to the side, crushing your lung,
	your liver, your heart. Your own
	breathing kills you, one breath at
	a time -- kinda like a job you
	can't stand or a bad lie you once
	told.

		DOC
	That's not fatal, they can stop it.

		ARCHIE GATES
	If you know how to make another
	little hole in the chest to let
	the air out, just like you would
	with an overinflated tire.

They look at Archie, scared by this.

		TROY
	Can we play the Beach Boys when we
	go in?

		DOC
	The goddamn Beach Boys.

		TROY
	I'm not ashamed of liking the
	Beach Boys. It calms me down.
	Better than Mozart.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Bach.

EXT. DESERT - DAY - HIGH WIDE SHOT

'I Get Around' by The Beach Boys BLASTS as the Humvee speeds
along. A big American flag flaps in the breeze from a pole at
the back of the Hummer.

The Humvee drives fast into the central square of a small
village of low, sand-colored stucco buildings and shanties.

Vig drives as the Humvee speeds around the town square,
zooming past scared Shiites in black robes, a few skinny
dogs, a few bewildered Iraqi soldiers.

		VIG
	Where's the bunker?

		ARCHIE GATES
	It should be right --

He studies the map and points to a decayed green building.

		ARCHIE GATES
	There.

Vig jerks the wheel right.  They drive fast.

		ARCHIE GATES
	No -- there.

Archie points left. Vig jerks the wheel left, drives straight
toward a low cement building with two Iraqi soldiers in front.

Iraqi soldiers look scared as the Humvee drives up, like it's
going to hit them, and stops, flag fluttering in the breeze.

Vig stands and speaks into a megaphone.

		VIG
	We are the Army of the United
	States of America. We are here to
	protect you. Remain calm.

Troy and Doc leap from the Humvee with pistols drawn and
their free hands held up in a 'halt' sign. The TWO IRAQI
GUARDS look stunned as Troy and Doc simply take their machine
guns and put the Iraqis face down on the ground. Troy and Doc
pull out plastic twist hand-cuffs, as used in urban riots.

Archie bounds forward holding up a thick white document.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Orders from President Bush, step
	aside.

Troy finishes handcuffing one of the Iraqi soldiers, as a
gaunt mother, with a baby in her arms, opens her blouse,
revealing her small breasts. Other peasants gather.

		IRAQI MOTHER
	No milk. Baby milk.

Troy looks shocked until Archie suddenly pushes him past the
Iraqi mother and to the door of the bunker, which Doc holds.

INT. BUNKER - DAY

Five IRAQI SOLDIERS look disoriented and scared as they hold
their hands up in the air.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Do not panic.  Step outside --

EXT. BUNKER - DAY

		VIG
		(into the megaphone)
	We are here for your protection
	and safety.

Iraqi women and children kiss Vig's feet.

The five Iraqi soldiers exit the bunker with their hands
raised, and the starved Shiite civilians spit and throw
stones at them while 'I Get Around' keeps playing.

		VIG
	Ya'll be cool now, this is the
	U.S. Marines in charge here.

INT. STAIRWELL - BUNKER

Archie runs down the narrow stairs of the bunker, followed by
Troy and Doc.

INT. BASEMENT OF BUNKER - DAY

Doc lashes an Iraqi's hands behind his back and cuffs him.

Troy shoots the door lock with his pistol.  Then backs up and
gives it a running shoulder. The door doesn't budge.

		TROY
	Shit.

He holds his shoulder in pain.  Archie kicks the door
repeatedly.  Troy joins him, it finally flies open.

		TROY
	Freeze.

Troy is embraced by an Iraqi soldier, about 25.

		FRIENDLY IRAQI
	I am love United States of
	Freedom. I am hate Saddam.

Troy tries some karate moves, jerking his elbows to dislodge
the Iraqi from the bear hug --

		TROY
	Ya -- ya -- ha --

Doc points his pistol in the Iraqi's face.

		DOC
	Let him go.

The Iraqi throws his hands in the air.

		FRIENDLY IRAQI
	No problem, my friend.

Archie goes to a series of WOODEN CRATES the size of file
cabinets, where Doc helps Archie take off his back pack.
Archie pulls out a bolt cutter and a pneumatic saw, both
attached to a small air tank - and opens the crate, which is
filled with hundreds of Kuwaiti passports.

		FRIENDLY IRAQI
	You look for the chemical weapon?

		TROY
	No. We look for the gold.

They use the power tools to open the second crate -- also
filled with hundreds of passports.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Where's the gold?

		FRIENDLY IRAQI
	They move the gold.

Archie pulls out the infrared map and shows it to the Iraqi,
who says nothing.

		DOC
	Kill him.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Not yet.

		TROY
	Kill him now.

They point their guns. It's a show. Archie holds the map.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Where?

		FRIENDLY IRAQI
		(points to map)
	This bunker. I'll take you.

EXT. BUNKER - DAY

FOUR NEW IRAQI SOLDIERS, armed with rifles, run from the far
side of the square and start shooting.

30 rock-throwing Shiite scatter at the gunfire. TWO MEN fall
to the ground as they are shot.

		CHILD
	Ma-Maa.

Vig looks terrified as the crowd scatters, leaving him alone
as he points his big unloaded pistol. The soldiers point
their rifles as they come towards Vig, when suddenly two of
them look to the side and shout.

		ARMED IRAQI SOLDIER
	Ganan azwar!

PAN TO a shiny METAL TANKER TRUCK three hundred yards out,
bearing down fast on the village square.

The soldiers open fire on the truck.

INT - THE CAB OF THE TANKER TRUCK

The Shiite riding shotgun fires back, as the windshield
shatters on the truck. The driver is dead. The other Shiite
grabs the wheel.

BACK TO THE SCENE

Archie bursts out the front door, followed by Troy and Doc.
They freeze as --

The tanker truck careens sideways toward them, 50 feet away.

An Iraqi soldier fires a grenade-launcher off his shoulder
which explodes the container on the back of the truck --

Milk explodes everywhere, gushing around the wheels of the
Humvee and the feet of Archie and the others.

Shiite women with plastic containers and ceramic jugs rush
out from alleys and try to scoop up the milk. Other Shiites
crowd the Humvee and climb in.

Iraqi soldiers drag two bodies from the cab of the truck.
Troy and Doc point their guns in the crowd.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Move. Out of the way.

Archie shoves Shiite peasants out of the Humvee.

		SHIITE WOMAN
	Hos-pital.

She holds a SHIRTLESS BOY of 7 with a bandage around his
entire chest. Doc pushes her off the Humvee.

		SHIITE MAN
	America help.

He grabs Archie. Troy shoves the man off the vehicle. Vig
starts the engine.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Give them MRE's.

Troy rips open a large duffel and starts handing out Army
Meal Rations to the crowd -- Vig leans on the horn.

The friendly Iraqi jumps into the rear of the Hummer as it
starts to pull away. Archie shoves the friendly Iraqi out,
and he lands on his ass in the swarm of chasing Shiites.

Archie and Troy look back at the debacle as they pull away.

EXT. DESERT MARSH - DAY

Raging oil fires, 50 feet high -- billowing black smoke.
Walter drives the motorcycle through the smoke. Paco the
Cameraman sits on back. Bill Smithson sits in the sidecar.

		BILL SMITHSON
	This is boring, I already did this
	damn story, goddamn it, where the
	hell is the gold?

		WALTER
	How about rare pelican migration
	out by the marshes?

		BILL SMITHSON
	What?

		WALTER
	These brave pelicans are migrating
	in spite of massive pollution --

		BILL SMITHSON
	Fuck that. Stop the bike.

Walter keeps driving.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

Doc gets out of the stopped Humvee, shaken, and walks around.

		DOC
	I'm all right, I'm cool.

He lies down and breathes heavily with a hand on his chest.
Archie gets out and walks around, agitated, clearly upset.

		ARCHIE GATES
	What is the art of war, because it
	is not for killing people, it's a
	stratagem to give life to many by
	killing the evil perpetrated by a
	few -- I am burning up in this
	goddamn suit --

He angrily takes off his gas suit; boxers and sweat-drenched
green T-shirt underneath.  Troy and Vig guzzle water.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Discriminating use of violence as
	a last resort, and even then,
	carefully, surgically, that's what
	I learned, that's what I'm good
	at. But now they underestimate all
	this, bomb the same towns for six
	weeks  and still leave the scumbag
	dictator to starve and butcher his
	own people.

The others, all drenched in sweat, take off their gas suits.

		TROY
		(agitated)
	I don't even know what happened
	back there. Civilians were
	spitting on their own soldiers;
	the soldiers were shooting the
	civilians and ignoring us --

		DOC
	They already surrendered to us.
	Now they're after Shiites.

		VIG
	What exactly is a Shiite?

		ARCHIE GATES
	They make up the ethnic majority
	but they don't have any power.
	When Bush pulled us out, he told
	them to start a civil war to bring
	Saddam down, and now they're
	getting wasted.

		VIG
		(totally puzzled)
	The civil war? How could it be the
	civil war?

FANTASY - STOCK FOOTAGE: UNION SOLDIERS FIGHT DIXIE REBELS

BACK TO THE SCENE

Vig looks puzzled.

		TROY
	It's a war inside the same
	country, Conrad. That's a civil
	war.

Archie chucks each of them MARINE UNIFORMS without name tags
which everyone puts on, except Troy.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Put these on, we are now U.S.
	Marines.

		TROY
	I can't do this, OK? Because I've
	got a family and if I shit in a
	bag the rest of my life cuz I got
	shot after the war's already over
	that would be pretty fucking
	stupid, wouldn't it?

		ARCHIE GATES
	What is the most important thing
	in life?

		TROY
	What the fuck are you talking
	about?

		ARCHIE GATES
	What is it?

		TROY
	Did you hear anything I said.

		VIG
	Respect is the most important.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Too dependent on other people.

		DOC
	Money.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Comes and goes, man.

		TROY
	What is this bullshit?

		DOC
	What's the most important thing?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Necessity. That's what dictates
	what will happen at any given time
	in life. Necessity says we don't
	spend American lives taking out
	Saddam,  which leaves Saddam the
	necessity of taking out the
	Shiites so he can stay in power,
	which leaves us to take the gold.

		TROY
	We could've been shot.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Did you notice they didn't touch
	us?  We decimated their entire
	country. They're scared shitless
	of us. [looks at his watch]
	There's time to try another
	bunker. I say we go.

		DOC
	Let's do it.

		VIG
	Rock and roll.

		TROY
	OK. And I'll be wearing
	fashionable kevlar. As a necessity.

He pulls a vest out of the Humvee.

EXT. MARSH

The motorcycle is stopped by the marsh. Siberian pelicans fly
all around. Many lie dead on the ground.  Bill Smithson paces
with a cell phone.

		BILL SMITHSON
		(on cell phone)
	I'm at some goddamn marsh, all
	we've seen are Russian cranes.

		WALTER
	Pelicans.

		BILL SMITHSON
		(on the cell phone)
	I think the Saddam story goes more
	for the jugular, journalistically
	speaking, Al. Let's grow some
	balls and do the Shiite uprising,
	for Christ's sake.

Bill Smithson closes the cell phone.

		BILL SMITHSON
	We're going north to do the
	Shiites.

		WALTER
	I thought the gold was the hot
	spot.

		BILL SMITHSON
	Karbala's the new hotspot, and
	I'm driving.

		WALTER
	Military regulations, you cannot
	drive.

Smithson mounts the bike. The cameraman sits on back. Walter
points his pistol at Smithson.

		WALTER
	Get off the vehicle, sir.

Smithson starts the bike.

		WALTER
	Don't make me shoot you, sir.

The bike pulls out, leaving him behind. He runs after the
bike and jumps into the side car.

EXT. COMPANY B CAMP - DAY

Captain Van Meter strolls, handling an M-16.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	The M-16 is the basic weapon of
	the infantry. During Vietnam, it
	was fully automatic.

		GENERAL HORN (O.S.)
	Doug?

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	Yes, General.

		GENERAL HORN
	What the fuck are you doing?

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	Well, I'm giving an interview to
	CBS.

		GENERAL HORN
	Do you have authorization?

Van Meter pulls out a folded paper and gives it to the
general, who looks at it.

		GENERAL HORN
	No.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	No?

		GENERAL HORN
	Who gave you this?

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	Major Gates.

		GENERAL HORN
	Archie Gates gave you this? Jesus
	Christ, Doug, come with me.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	I don't get to do the interview?

		GENERAL HORN
	No, you don't get to do the
	interview.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

		ARCHIE GATES
	Faster.

Bach's 'Gloria' plays loud as Vig drives and Archie stares
straight ahead as the Humvee picks up speed.

EXT. ANOTHER VILLAGE OUTSIDE KARBALA - DAY

The Hummer zips into a bigger village piazza with an old
fortress at one end, and races straight to the entrance to an
underground bunker in the middle of the piazza.

		ARCHIE GATES
		(into the megaphone)
	United States Marine Corps. Put
	your weapons down.

Troy and Doc leap out, hold pistols out at arm's length as
they accost TWO IRAQI SOLDIERS pointing rifles at them.

		TROY
	Drop your weapon.

		DOC
	Put it down.

Troy and Doc shove the two Iraqis face down in the dirt and
cuff their hands behind their backs.

		VIG
	Don't make me smoke your ass,
	Abdul.

INT. SECOND IRAQI BUNKER - DAY

Archie runs down a narrow cement corridor, pistol held at
arm's length, white document in the other hand; followed by
Troy and Doc, pistols drawn.

An IRAQI SOLDIER steps into the corridor at the far end, sees
Archie coming, looks terrified, and runs back. Archie and
Troy run right past the scared Iraqi. Doc comes third,
slamming the Iraqi face down and cuffing him.

Archie kicks a door open and goes in, followed by Troy.

INT. INNER ROOM, SECOND IRAQI BUNKER - DAY

Archie and Troy burst in, pointing their guns aggressively.

		TROY
	Freeze.

A large room; walls lined with shelves full of brand new
appliances: blenders, cuisinarts, CD players, small TVs. A
huge portrait of Saddam Hussein covers one wall.

A television plays a rerun of 'Happy Days' in Arabic.

Another TV: CNN's first reports of the Rodney King beating.

An IRAQI CAPTAIN sits in a chair in front of the TVs.

TWO IRAQIS sit loading rifles. Two others sit at a radio.

They all jump to their feet when Archie bursts in, except for
the officer watching 'Happy Days' and CNN..

		ARCHIE GATES
	By order of the cease-fire signed
	in Safwan, March 3, the United
	States Marines hereby confiscate
	all material stolen by Iraq from
	the Emirate of Kuwait --

One of the rifle-loading Iraqis tries to run. Troy heads him
off with his pistol --

		TROY
	Down.

The other rifle-loader stands looking scared.

		IRAQI RIFLE-LOADER
	Isnam panan fatwa aznir --

WHIP PAN TO Doc, who turns the shortwave radio off, pushes
the TWO IRAQIS to the ground. One goes peacefully, the other
resists; Doc smacks him in the side of the head with his
pistol, which fires accidentally. Everyone grabs their heads
and ducks -- except Archie.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Never hit anyone with your pistol,
	Doc.

		DOC
	Sorry about that.

Archie is offered a cuisinart by the Iraqi Captain.

		IRAQI CAPTAIN
	For wife.

		ARCHIE GATES
	I've been divorced three times.

Troy has one rifle Iraqi on the ground, but the second is on
his knees, putting a CD into a mini-stereo.

		RIFLE IRAQI #2
	Newest and best.

		TROY
	No, newest and best has better
	noise reduction.

The Iraqi looks puzzled.

		TROY
	Less distortion. Get down on the
	floor, OK?

He pushes the man face down, cuffs his hands. Olivia Newton-
John's "I Wanna Get Physical" PLAYS.

		TROY
	This is bad music, understand?
	It's bad for you.

		DOC (O.S.)
	Hey --

WHIP PAN TO the resistant Iraqi struggles to break away and
Doc punches him in the head twice, the Iraqi starts crying.

		ARCHIE GATES
		(to Iraqi Captain)
	Where's the gold, Captain? Tell us
	so we don't have to kill you.

		TROY
	There's another room over here.

PAN TO Troy pointing to a narrow door in a corner of the
room. Archie kicks it open.

INT. INNER ROOM - DAY

A bound, naked SHIITE MAN IN GLASSES, clean shaven, sits on
the floor in a five foot square shallow metal box, four
inches deep, filled with water. There is an electric cable
going into the water. The naked Shiite in glasses shakes.

Troy watches Archie walk over and yank the cable out.

		IRAQI SARGEANT
	I am just do my job, buddy.

Archie pauses, then gives the Sargeant a backhand that sends
him flying to the corner. Archie steps on the man's wrist,
takes the pistol out of his hand. Troy watches.

Archie turns and sees TEN SHIITES across the room: 3 MEN, 3
WOMEN, 4 CHILDREN. The men and women are bound and GAGGED.

Archie steps toward the Shiites, but the INTERROGATOR, 35,
also a captain, steps in his way.

		INTERROGATOR
	These Shiite. Iraq problem. United
	States is out now.

Archie stares at the INTERROGATOR with contempt.

		INTERROGATOR
	We take them outside, so it don't
	bother you, OK, sir? Kata fanam.

The disarmed Iraqi Sargeant NODS and opens a small rear door
and pushes the Shiites out. Archie walks back to the main
room and points his pistol in the Captain's face.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Take us to the basement.

EXT. FRONT OF BUNKER TWO - DAY

Vig keeps the TWO CUFFED IRAQI GUARDS on the ground at gun
point as 15 SHIITES with crude clubs and sling shots encircle.

One of the Shiites shoots a rock from the slingshot and nails
a handcuffed Iraqi in the back of the head.

		VIG
	Don't start this shit again.

The Shiites back away as Vig motions with his big pistol.

		VIG
	I know ya'll Shiite gettin' yer
	asses whipped --  Hey, what the
	hell is going on here?

PAN TO the ten Shiites, and the naked Man with Glasses, who
is getting dressed, exiting the side of the bunker, ushered
by the unarmed Iraqi Sargeant.

		VIG
	Git on the fucking ground, Arab.

		IRAQI SARGEANT
	Prisoner stay. Gabar matan.

		VIG
	What the fuck are you talking
	about?

Suddenly a SHIITE WOMAN runs up to the tortured Shiite Man
with Glasses and embraces him, sobbing. A LITTLE GIRL with
dirty casts on both broken arms runs up and hugs his legs.

The bound Shiite prisoners start to walk away from the
bunker, and the unarmed Sargeant has a fit.

		IRAQI SARGEANT
	Kinam vanir! Vanir!

He chases the prisoners, pushes them back. The free Shiites
shoot rocks and club him.

		VIG
	Goddamn it everybody calm down.

INT. BUNKER NUMBER TWO - DAY

Archie runs down several narrow sets of cement stairs,
followed by the Interrogator, the other Iraqi Captain, Troy,
and Doc. (SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH)

		IRAQI CAPTAIN
	It's my ass, donkey dick, Saddam
	will shoot me dead.

		INTERROGATOR
	Saddam worries more about the
	Shiite than the gold.

EXT. BUNKER - DAY

The Shiite crowd curses and spits on the Iraqi soldiers. The
Sargeant is beaten.

Suddenly an Iraqi armored truck with a mounted machine gun
races up and SEVEN IRAQI SOLDIERS pour out swinging clubs,
followed by an IRAQI MAJOR, about 45. The Iraqi soldiers
savagely beat the Shiites.

Vig looks horrified as he watches.

TWO SOLDIERS grab the Woman from the Man With Glasses, and
drag her into a circle with three other soldiers; the ten
year-old girl with dirty casts on both arms, screams and
punches at them.

The Man With Glasses is held down at knife point.

		VIG
		(into the megaphone)
	This is the United States Military.

The Iraqi Major glances over at Vig, but the soldiers do not
stop brutalizing the Shiites -- they round up eight more
Shiites and make them lay face down.

INT. BASEMENT

Troy and Doc disarm TWO GUARDS outside a door in the basement.

Archie goes through the door, followed by the Iraqi
Interrogator and Captain.

INT. ROOM OF BUNKER 2 - DAY

Bright white cement, many overhead lights and a high ceiling.
empty but for 15 brand new, jumbo-sized Louis Vuitton
suitcases standing neatly in a row in the center of the room.

Archie stands looking at the suitcases with Troy and Doc.

Several of the big Vuitton suitcases are laid on their sides
by Archie, Troy and Doc.

The Iraqi Captain paces frantically punching and kicking the
walls and talking (SUBTITLED in ENGLISH).

		IRAQI CAPTAIN
	It's Saddam's gold.

		INTERROGATOR
	Shut up, he signed the treaty.

The suitcases are quickly unzipped. One suitcase is full of
gleaming antique silverware. One suitcase is full of jewelry.

Archie opens one full of hundreds of gold Cartier watches.

Troy and Doc slip a handful of jewelry into their pockets.

The Iraqi Captain goes nuts, throwing himself on Doc's back,
choking Doc, who flails about. Troy punches the Iraqi in the
head and rips him off Doc.

Archie puts his pistol in the man's face.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Listen to me: we leave you alone
	to kill your Shiites, but
	everything you took from Kuwait,
	that belongs to us now, understand?

He turns to Doc.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Put it back.

		DOC
	Why?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Stick to the plan. The plan is for
	gold.

Doc and Troy, out of breath, empty their pockets of jewelry.

Archie opens another Vuitton suitcase and pushes it aside -
it's full of Kuwaiti passports.

When Doc opens the next suitcase, he freezes. Archie looks
over and freezes. Troy closes cuffs behind the Captain's back
and looks over his shoulder -- wide-eyed.

The very large Vuitton suitcase is filled with five-kilo
bricks of gold. They all stare. Troy picks one up.

		TROY
	Is this five kilos?

Archie holds another brick.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Yeah, that's five kilos.

		TROY
	Five, six, seven, eight, there's
	sixty bricks in this suitcase.

		DOC
	Times 50K each --

		TROY
	Three million dollars.

Archie opens another large Vuitton suitcase, and it is also
filled with sixty bars. Troy opens another suitcase, there's
another sixty bars. Doc opens another, another sixty bars.
They frantically check all of the suitcases. The handcuffed
Captain is crying.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Ten suitcases; sixty bricks each.
	That's thirty million dollars.

Archie, Doc and Troy look at each other in shock.

With effort, Doc and Troy help Archie pick up the heavy,
jumbo-sized suitcase sideways, like a table top.

		TROY
	I'm gonna get a fleet of Lexus
	convertibles in different colors.

		DOC
	I told you Lexus doesn't make a
	convertible.

		TROY
	I'll bet you a Lexus they do.

		DOC
	OK, you're on for a Lexus, but it
	won't be a convertible.

Suddenly the suitcase rips apart and gold bars fall to the
floor; one lands on Troy's foot. He jumps in pain.

		TROY
	Shit.

Archie, Troy, and Doc hoist another suitcase sideways and the
bricks rip through and fall to the floor --

		ARCHIE GATES
	They didn't get it here in these
	bags.

		DOC
	The tensilary strength goes to 200
	pounds.

		TROY
	The what?

		DOC
	Tensilary strength, it's what the
	suitcase can hold.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Why would you know that?

		TROY
	He works at an airport.

		DOC
	60 bars, 13 pounds each is like --
	800 pounds. The smaller Vuittons
	handle 65.

		ARCHIE GATES
	You got any more luggage here?

The Interrogator looks at him.

INT. BUNKER BASEMENT - LATER

120 small, round, Vuitton overnight bags, laid out and
opened, cover the entire floor of the basement.

Troy and Doc finish putting 5 bars in each bag. Archie paces,
sweating, speedy like he's on cocaine.

		ARCHIE GATES
	It's crazy to take it all, we're
	not prepared for it. It's crazy
	not to take it all, how can we
	leave it?

Troy and Doc look nervous.

		TROY
	What's the shipping plan?

		ARCHIE GATES
	I told you that's handled.

		TROY
	How is it handled? You have to
	tell us now.

		DOC
	Yeah, tell us now.

		ARCHIE GATES
		(pacing)
	I've got a friend, he's in French
	Special Forces. He's gonna put it
	in barrels filled with oil and
	bury it. In a few weeks, he'll
	drive it to Yanbu --

		TROY
	Where's Yanbu?

		ARCHIE GATES
	It's a port in Saudi.

SILENT FANTASY

Havichon talks to an EGYPTIAN MAN in Lacoste sportswear

		ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)
	Where another friend will ship it
	on a Turkish boat up the Red Sea
	to Perpignan, where a French boat
	will take it to Baltimore --

BACK TO THE SCENE

		TROY
	I don't know about getting them to
	Baltimore, but these hat boxes
	ain't gonna fit in the Humvee.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We need a trailer.

		TROY
	OK, I'll call U-Haul in Karbala to
	see what they have on the lot
	today.

		ARCHIE GATES
	See what you can get, Barlow.

INT. NARROW CEMENT STAIRCASE OF BUNKER

Troy runs up the stairs.

EXT. BUNKER - DAY

Troy runs out the front door.

		TROY
	Conrad, we need a trailer --

The Iraqi Major stares coldly at Troy. Troy stares at the two
soldiers beating Shiites; five others clustered around the
woman on the ground.

		VIG
	Did you get it? Troy, did you get
	it?

		TROY
	Yeah, we got it.

		VIG
	Is it a lot?

		TROY
	Yeah, it's a lot.

LATER

Troy and Vig untangle, with difficulty, an ox cart from a
messy pile of old ox carts against a bombed out building.
Troy looks troubled --

		TROY
		(under his breath)
	'Little deuce coupe with a fiat
	head mill, she'll walk a
	Thunderbird like it's standin'
	still --'

CLOSE UP A SHIITE MAN is smashed in the face with a club.

CLOSE UP TROY pulls a heavy chain from the Humvee.

		TROY
	'She'll do a hundred and forty
	with the top end floored --'

The Little Girl with arm casts is screaming while her father,
the Man In Glasses, tries to hold her.

Troy and Vig quickly chain the ox cart to the Humvee.

		TROY
	'She's my little deuce coupe --'

INT. NARROW CEMENT STAIRCASE OF BUNKER

Archie, Doc, the Interrogator run up carrying Vuitton cases.

INT. UPSTAIRS ROOM OF BUNKER - DAY

They hurry past the huge poster of Saddam, the TVs playing
'Happy Days' and Rodney King, the many shelves of stereos,
etc., and past the soldiers lying face down, handcuffed.

EXT. BUNKER NUMBER TWO - DAY

Archie, Doc, and the Interrogator charge out of the bunker
with Vuitton luggage and put it onto the ox cart Troy has
rigged. Archie and Doc stop and stare in shock --
Soldiers 6 & 7 drag and beat Shiites; 5 wounded men and women
lie on the ground bleeding. A cuffed Iraqi Guard kneels with
a bleeding head. Five soldiers continue to encircle someone
(the Shiite woman). The Man In Glasses and the Little Girl
PRAY in ARABIC as they bow on the ground.

Troy and Vig stare back at Archie, looking tense.

The Iraqi Major greets the Interrogator warmly and they
embrace. Then the Major salutes Archie.

		IRAQI MAJOR
	You take the Kuwaiti gold, yes?

		ARCHIE GATES
	We take the Kuwaiti gold. Yes.

		IRAQI MAJOR
	Saddam cannot keep.

		ARCHIE GATES
	No, Saddam cannot keep.

		IRAQI MAJOR
	Saddam have too many problem today.

		ARCHIE GATES
	He certainly does.

Shiites run past throwing rocks at Iraqi soldiers 6 & 7 who
tackle and pummel them to the ground.

		IRAQI MAJOR
	You need help to load?

		ARCHIE GATES
	We can do it ourselves.

The Major turns and shouts --

		IRAQI MAJOR
	Hazal jarat finan.

Iraqis 6 & 7 jog over. The soldiers are out of breath.

		IRAQI MAJOR
	These man help you.

		INTERROGATOR
	You go away fast from this
	bullshit.

Archie looks at one soldier's hands.

CLOSE UP: BLOOD on the Iraqi Soldier's knuckles and wrists.

PAN UP TO THE FACES of the Iraqi soldiers.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Let's load up and get out of here.

INT. STAIRWELL

Iraqi Soldiers 6 & 7 carry suitcases up the narrow stairs.

EXT. BUNKER NUMBER TWO - DAY

Luggage is loaded into the Humvee and the cart while Troy
directs Iraqis 6 & 7; Doc and Vig help.

		TROY
	Lay that one flat; OK, sideways --

		ARCHIE GATES
	This isn't gonna work.

		TROY
	Sure it is --

The cart collapses from the weight into a pile of broken wood.

The Vuitton bags roll onto the debris-cluttered ground, one
goes through a pool of blood. Doc picks the case up.

		IRAQI MAJOR
	You need a truck.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We'll rig two carts.

		TROY
	Let's take the truck.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We're not taking their truck.

		TROY
	Why not?

		IRAQI MAJOR
	We cooperate with peace accord.
	Please take truck.

		TROY
	Let's take the truck.

Archie looks vaguely disgusted.

Troy backs the truck up.

Vuitton hat cases are loaded into the back of the truck,
which is completely full.

Archie sits behind the wheel of the Humvee. Vig sits next to
him. Archie starts the engine. Iraqi 6 taps on the door of
the Humvee by way of saying goodbye. Archie nods.

The Iraqi Major points to the Shiite Woman.

		IRAQI MAJOR
	Nazaran yafit haisul.

Archie watches as Iraqis 6 & 7 walk directly to the circle of
soldiers around the woman -- it is now clear she has been
raped. They pull her from the group, they stand the Woman in
an open area and shoot her dead.

Troy jerks slightly in his seat and turns away. Doc stares.

Archie bows his head to the steering wheel and leans there
for a second as Vig looks wide-eyed at the dead woman.

The Girl in arm casts screams. She is grabbed by the hair and
pulled away by an Iraqi soldier, but the Man In Glasses
punches him and takes the girl. The soldier chases them with
a knife and jabs at the man, cutting him, but not lethally.

Archie gets out of the Humvee and slams the door, walks
slowly toward the Iraqi soldiers.

		ARCHIE GATES
	This has to stop.

The Iraqis look at him. The soldier with the knife continues
to slash the Man In Glasses.

		INTERROGATOR
	You get your ass kick in a war, it
	feel good to be strong again.

		ARCHIE GATES
	What did you say?

		IRAQI MAJOR
	You go now, please.

He salutes Archie.

		ARCHIE GATES
	I don't think so. I'm sure you
	know about the Geneva Convention,
	right?

		INTERROGATOR
	Geneva convention? You bomb my
	house, man.

		IRAQI MAJOR
	That Shiite man is leader of
	uprising. He kill my man.

		TROY
	Archie, let's stick to the plan,
	sir. The plan is for gold, right?

		DOC
	We can help them first, then be on
	our way.

		TROY
	No, we can't. It's not what we're
	here for.

		ARCHIE GATES
	How much?

		IRAQI MAJOR
	What?

		ARCHIE GATES
	How much gold do you want to let
	these people come with us?

The Iraqi Major smiles. The Interrogator laughs.

		INTERROGATOR
	Cannot do.

		ARCHIE GATES
	What do you mean, cannot do? I'm
	offering you a lot of money.

The Iraqi Major continues smiling.

		IRAQI MAJOR
	Cannot let Shiite go --

		INTERROGATOR
	Saddam kill us.

		IRAQI MAJOR
	Saddam kill to me if we let them
	go, OK? Now you go.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Cover me.

		TROY
	Jesus Christ, we can't save
	everybody.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Are you listening? I said cover me.

Troy and Doc stare at Archie, then Troy gets out of the
truck, Doc gets out of the Humvee, and they nervously point
their pistols. Troy points his gun at Iraqi 6, who has come
forward with a rifle; Doc points at Iraqi 7, who has also
come forward. To the rear, Iraqi 6 stands with a rifle, near
Iraqis 2,3,4 and the Sargeant stand over the eight
prone Shiite prisoners laying face down.

Vig nervously sits for a moment, then jumps to his feet and
mans the mounted machine gun in the rear of the Hummer.

		ARCHIE GATES
	No unnecessary shots, Conrad, is
	that clear?

		VIG
	Yes, sir.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Because we know what bullets do to
	vital organs, don't we?

		VIG
	Make infected pockets filled with
	bile, sir.

		ARCHIE GATES
	That's right, that's what they do.

Troy, Doc, Vig watch with trepidation as Archie walks toward
the soldier slashing the Man In Glasses, who carries the Girl.

Archie reaches over and grabs the slasher's wrist, pulling
the blade away from the man's body. He holds the soldier's
wrist up. The soldier grabs for Archie's throat with his free
hand, but Archie grabs this hand and twists it away, putting
the Iraqi into a choke hold. The soldier drops the knife in
the dirt.

The bloodied Man In Glasses collapses to the ground,
clutching the Little Girl in arm casts.

Troy, Doc, Vig point their guns. The Iraqi Major is pissed.

Archie sweeps the soldier's feet out, pins the soldier face
down on the ground, and throws the soldier's gun away. Archie
helps the Shiite Man In Glasses to his feet, takes the Girl,
and walks them over to the Humvee.

Two Shiite prisoners try to stand up, the Iraqi guards kick
them back down.

		IRAQI MAJOR
		(pissed)
	U.S.A. is out of Shiite war.

The Iraqi Major raises his machine gun as he stands next to
the Humvee, but Archie grabs the barrel and holds it down.

		ARCHIE GATES
	No shooting.

Troy looks scared as he points his pistol at the Iraqi
soldiers, who point their rifles back at Troy and Doc.

CUT BACK TO the Major pauses, then smashes the barrel of his
machine gun, with Archie's hand, against the Humvee.

Archie winces, but doesn't let go. The Major does it again,
smashing Archie's hand. Archie winces, doesn't let go. The
Major tries to jerk the barrel up, but Archie pushes it down,
and it fires by accident, into the Major's leg. The Major
howls with pain. Blood dribbles out the bottom of his pants
leg like piss.

Troy covers Iraqi 6 with his rifle.

		TROY
	What's happening?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Accident. Stay cool.

Vig nervously swings the mounted machine gun from one Iraqi
in the rear to another, but doesn't shoot. Iraqi soldiers
point their rifles at the Americans.

ANGLE ON TROY

		TROY
	No.

WHIP PAN TO Iraqi 6 jerks his rifle toward Archie and fires.

The sound cuts out.

SLIGHTLY SLOW MOTION: WHIP PAN from Iraqi rifle to Archie.

The only SOUND is the BULLET PIERCING THE FLESH of Archie's
lower left arm and tearing his muscle as it passes through.
Archie grimaces violently in pain.

SLIGHTLY SLOW MOTION: Troy fires his pistol. NO SOUND except
for the SLOW MOTION SOUND of the BULLET EXPLODING.

SLOW MOTION: The bullet tears through Iraqi 6's chest.

THE ONLY SOUND is the IRAQI'S HEARTBEAT, the bullet tearing
flesh and crushing bone, and the heartbeat stopping with a
VIOLENT SPLASH. Iraqi 6 falls to the ground with only a dull
thud and the slow clank of his gear.

REGULAR SPEED: Vig swings the mounted machine gun from one
Iraqi to another, but still doesn't shoot. He looks terrified
as his thumbs twitch on the triggers.

Iraqi 7 FIRES twice.

SLIGHTLY SLOW MOTION: a bullet tears into Troy's chest with
a DULL SNAP. He winces in pain.

PAN TO the windshield of the Humvee shatters behind Doc; he
turns and fires his pistol.

PAN TO -- slightly slow motion: NO SOUND EXCEPT THE BULLET
TEARING INTO IRAQI 7'S KNEE, smashing through bone. He falls
to the ground clutching his leg.

SLIGHTLY SLOW MOTION: Vig swings the mounted machine gun and
FIRES. NO SOUND BUT THE SLOW CRACKS OF THE RED TRACER BULLETS
EXPLODING from the gun.

SLOW MOTION: tracer bullets slice across the face of Iraqi 5
and Iraqi 2 in the rear, NO SOUND BUT THE BULLETS BREAKING
THROUGH BONE AND FLESH.

SLOW MOTION: Archie jams his pistol under the Major's chin
and FIRES -- the ONLY SOUND IS THE. SLOW EXPLOSION OF THE GUN,
and the slow tearing of tissue, ending with a sharp SNAP as
the tissue, bone, and the bullet CRACK out the top of the
Iraqi Major's head.

HIGH ANGLE LOOKING DOWN -- replay of entire shoot out at
REGULAR SPEED. Ending on the wide-eyed Little Girl with her
hand in her mouth, staring.

ANOTHER ANGLE -- replay of entire shoot out at REGULAR SPEED.
Ending on Troy wincing as he holds his chest.

The dead Iraqi Major lies face down in sand with eyes open;
the Interrogator holds his hand and WEEPS.

Archie's lightly blood-flecked face stares down at the dead
Major, clouds pass overhead.

Dead Iraqi 6 lies with legs twisted under his body.

A rivulet of blood trickles through the sand. A spider runs
across it and gets stuck.

LOW ANGLE up at Doc, stone still, staring straight ahead as
clouds pass slowly above him in the sky.

Vig nervously swings the mounted machine gun back and forth.

Troy, drenched in sweat, looks pained as he unbuttons his
shirt: there's a gunshot in his kevlar vest. The slug drops
out of the dent, into his hand -- he exhales.

Iraqis 2, 3, 4, and the Sargeant, throw their hands up in
surrender and drop their weapons.  Big Iraqi 2 walks toward
the Humvee in surrender, and bows down.

Archie points.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Cover these three.

Vig swings the mounted machine gun toward the three remaining
Iraqi soldiers who stand over eight terrified Shiites.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Doc.

Doc follows Archie over to the three Iraqi soldiers.

		DOC
	Down.

The soldiers get on their knees, pleading for mercy.

		IRAQI SOLDIER
	Kazal stan hamir in fatar.

Doc takes the Iraqi soldiers' guns and pushes them down.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Put the Shiites in the Humvee.

		TROY
	There's no room.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Make room.

		TROY
	What the fuck happened to
	necessity?

		ARCHIE GATES
	It just changed.

		TROY
	Not for me.

Shiites and Iraqi soldiers watch the debate nervously.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Obey the fucking order, Barlow.

		TROY
	This is fucked up.

Doc points to the Shiites.

		DOC
	What if that was you?

Troy displays the gunshot in the Kevlar.

		TROY
	What if this was you not wearing
	Kevlar?

Suddenly, THE SOUND of an APPROACHING TANK. They turn.

A tank rolls toward them fast, down a narrow side street,
followed by a truck with a rocket launcher.

		TROY
	Great, a fucking tank. That should
	send us on our way.

		VIG
	Grenade launcher, sir.

Vig struggles to lift the grenade launcher.

		ARCHIE GATES
	No. Let's get out of here.

		TROY
	It's about fucking time.

Troy jumps into the luggage-packed truck, starts the engine.
Vig starts the Humvee; Archie jumps in next to Vig.

PAN TO the eight Shiites, plus the Man In Glasses and the
Little Girl, jam into the crowded Humvee. Doc jumps in.

The tank approaches. The Humvee pulls away. The tank rolls in
from the side, but the tank turret WHINES and CLICKS, stuck
in place. An Iraqi pops out the top of the tank.

		TANK IRAQI
	Hazal mafan.

He gestures to the whining, stuck, turret. Another Iraqi
tries pushing the turret. The truck with the small rocket
launcher pulls up.

INT./EXT. HUMVEE

as it bounces along fast. Archie is in pain while Doc pours
disinfectant over Archie's gunshot wound in his lower left
arm, and wraps it. Vig looks terrified as he drives.

INT. TRUCK

Troy, driving alone, speeds the truck as fast as it will go,
bouncing along the road.

		TROY
	We were home free, you stupid son
	of a bitch.

WIDE AERIAL SHOT

the truck is 60 yards behind the Humvee

		ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)
	What's the tank doing?

POV

through Doc's jiggling binoculars of the tank turning.

		DOC (O.S.)
	Lining us up --

BACK TO THE SCENE

Vig pushes the Humvee's accelerator to the floor.
	 
The Shiite Man In Glasses and his Little Girl cling to the
Humvee as they sit on top of the Vuitton hat cases with eight
other Shiites, including TWO FIVE YEAR OLDS, A BOY AND GIRL.

EXT. BUNKER NUMBER TWO - DAY

Two Iraqi soldiers take a THIN ROCKET, four feet long, and
load a clear plastic canister of brown fluid into it. A
GUNSHOT RINGS OUT, a soldier is hit in the arm.

WHIP PAN TO a Shiite boy with an old rifle in the third floor
window of a small stone building. Iraqis shout and point at
the sniper. The tank turns to the building.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

The Humvee drives fast over the bumpy two-lane road.

EXT. BUNKER NUMBER TWO - DAY

The tank fires a round at the building which COLLAPSES.

INT. SHIITE BUILDING - DAY

A SHIITE MOTHER, FATHER, AND TWO CHILDREN pray at a crude
table when the ceiling collapses.

EXT. BUNKER NUMBER TWO - DAY

The Iraqi soldiers fire the rocket launcher.

		DOC (O.S.)
	Incoming.

EXT. DESERT -  DAY

Vig turns the speeding Humvee off the road. Archie jerks the
wheel back.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Stay on the road.

		VIG
	I don't wanna get hit.

SLOW MOTION: Doc looks straight up with the binoculars.

SLOW MOTION: a rocket streaks a squiggly white line of smoke
across the sky.

REAR OF HUMVEE, SLOW MOTION: half the Shiites hunch down,
bracing for an explosion while the other half crane their
necks, looking straight up into the sky. They cower when
there is an EXPLOSION above.

PAN UP TO - REGULAR SPEED: the ROCKET EXPLODES in the sky a
hundred yards above the Humvee -- INTO A BROWN CLOUD.

		DOC
	Gas.

Troy leans out the window of the moving truck and squints up
at the brown gas cloud above as he drives fast.

Archie and Doc grapple to put on their gas masks. Vig reaches
around behind him for his mask as he drives.

		VIG
	Where's my mask?

He accidentally veers off the road into the open desert.

ZOOM IN TO a field of mines sitting right on top of the sand,
20 yards ahead. [Iraqi mines were often placed this way]

ZOOM IN ON Archie's alarmed face

		ARCHIE GATES
	Mine.

Archie dives from the Humvee followed by Vig, Doc, the Man In
Glasses holding the Little Girl, the other Shiites, including
the Two Five Year Olds. The Hummer drives ten yards, hits the
first mine with an explosion and flies into the air --

INT. TRUCK DRIVEN BY TROY

Flying debris smashes the windshield. Troy instinctively
jerks the wheel and the truck flips onto its side and slides
across the sand.

EXT. MINEFIELD

The airborne Humvee lands on its side, hits another mine, is
blown into the air, lands on its back, and is blown to pieces.

Troy sits sideways as the truck slides across the sand to a
halt inches before a mine, 30 yards behind the wrecked Humvee.

SILENCE. A wheel on the wrecked Humvee spin in the air,
squeaking.

Louis Vuitton suitcases are scattered all over. One has
opened and the gold bars are spilled around.

Shiites stagger to their feet, some cut and bleeding, some
limping. They cover their faces with their clothes as the
dense brown fog descends around them.

Vig's right eye has taken shrapnel and is bloody mess -- he
gropes in the sand for his glasses as blood drips down.

Archie puts his gas mask on the Little Girl with arm casts.
Doc takes his mask off when he sees what Archie has done and
gives it to the Shiite Man in Glasses.

Doc picks up Vig's glasses and hands them to Vig, who stands,
blinking his one good eye, while blood streams down his face.

		DOC
	Cover your face, Conrad. Cover
	your mouth, man.

Vig is in shock. Doc lifts Vig's bloody hand to Vig's mouth.
Unseen in the fog, Troy climbs out of the overturned truck.

He picks up two Vuitton hat cases, looks up, sees the TWO
LITTLE CHILDREN from the Humvee, running across a mine field
SCREAMING.

		TROY
	Hey. Stop.

Troy stands watching as the children run farther away, crying.

		TROY
	Goddamn it.

He runs, hard, after the children, who are now 70 yards away,
the Vuitton hat cases banging against his legs.

Doc pulls a syringe from a sterile packet, is about to stick
it into his leg when Archie grabs his hand.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Don't do it, this isn't sarin.
	We'd be dead by now.

		DOC
	Is it mustard?

		ARCHIE GATES
	It's C.S.

		DOC
	What's that?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Tear gas times ten, but it's not
	lethal. Where's Barlow?

		DOC
	I don't know.

EXT. DESERT - MINEFIELD

Troy chases the children through the brown fog, he drops one
of the suitcases, catches up to the Girl and scoops her up in
his left arm and covers her face with her coat.

TROY'S POV

as he runs between land mines after the Boy, who is way ahead.

BACK TO THE SCENE

Troy drops the other Vuitton bag, catches the Boy and has
both children under his arms like footballs -- when suddenly
Troy is grabbed from behind with a cord around his neck -- he
lands on his back with the two children in his arms.

TROY'S POV LOOKING UP

the Iraqi Interrogator, wearing a gas mask, kicks Troy in the
head. The screaming Children are torn from Troy's arms by
Iraqi soldiers. Troy reaches for his pistol and it is ripped
from his hand as he is dragged to an Iraqi jeep.

EXT. DESERT - NEAR ARCHIE AND DOC

		ARCHIE GATES
	Does anybody see Barlow?

Archie and Doc circle through the thick haze carrying a
Vuitton hat case and cover their mouths and noses.

		DOC
	I can't even see the truck.

About five Shiites wander around, confused.

		VIG
	Look out.

Archie spins around, drops the bag and points his pistol.

TWO BLACK ROBED FIGURES pick up Vuitton hat cases.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Don't move.

A Black Robed Figure walks right past Archie, takes a scared
Shiite man by the arm and leads him to the side.

More black cloaked figures appear. There are THIRTY IN ALL.

Archie, Doc, and Vig look disoriented, point their pistols
around as black robes appear and lead the Shiites away.

		VIG
	What's going on?

The robes lead the Shiites to a 4 FOOT HIGH TUNNEL ENTRANCE
in a mound of desert earth and disappear into it.

Vig stands and rubs his one good eye. Doc grabs Vig by the
arm and pulls him back toward the tunnel.

		DOC
	Get in the tunnel.

Vig jerks his arm away.

		VIG
	Troy.

Doc grabs Vig.

		DOC
	You're gonna die.

Vig punches Doc in the side of the head. Doc punches Vig in
the stomach. They fall to the ground, fighting.

Archie searches for Troy in the brown haze.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Barlow.

Two black-robed figures pull Vig off Doc and drag him to the
tunnel. Another robed figure pulls Doc to the tunnel.

Archie walks, looks for Troy, chokes, vomits into the sand.
A black robed figure takes him by the arm and pulls him back
to the tunnel, where they disappear inside.

INT. TUNNEL - DAY

Chaos. People choking and vomiting. GAS LANTERNS SWING. The
tunnel is 6 feet tall. Buckets are passed, filled with oiled
rags that people use to wipe their faces. Archie takes a
dripping rag and wipes his eyes, nose, mouth.

		VIG
	We have to go back. We can't leave
	him there.

Vig's mutilated right eye is bleeding.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We have to wait until it clears.

		VIG
	You made the choice and we lost
	Troy --

		ARCHIE GATES
	I had no choice.

		VIG
	You had a choice.

		ARCHIE GATES
	I had no fucking choice.

He screams at Vig, who looks scared.

		ARCHIE GATES
	I can't walk away from a crime
	like that and take the gold and
	live my life like nothing
	happened, and if you can, then I
	hope you die right now.

Vig starts crying. Doc hands a bandage to Archie, who puts it
over Vig's wounded eye socket.

		VIG
	What about Troy? What choice does
	he have now?

PAN ACROSS the Man In Glasses wipes his daughter's face.

EXT. OASIS BUNKER - DAY

Iraqi soldiers strip Troy's clothes as he stands in front of
Oasis Bunker surrounded only by fortress ruins in the desert.
The Iraqi Interrogator pulls off his gas mask.

Two Iraqi tanks are parked to the side. Small numbers of
soldiers and civilians mill about.

		IRAQI SOLDIER (SUBTITLES)
	Can we shoot him?

		IRAQI SOLDIER #2 (SUBTITLES)
	We're not even supposed to have
	American prisoners.

		INTERROGATOR (SUBTITLES)
	He's proof they broke the cease-
	fire.

A GUN SHOT RINGS OUT. The Iraqis turn to look.

		INTERROGATOR
	They're taking the tank.

PAN TO 7 Shiites with rifles climb the unmanned Iraqi tank.
4 Iraqi soldiers FIRE back at the Shiites.

Troy, naked, tries to break away in the chaos. He runs a few
feet, is tackled and dragged toward the bunker.

EXT. FAR SIDE OF THE TANK

Bill Smithson drives the motorcycle up and stops.

		BILL SMITHSON
	Start shooting, Paco.

		WALTER
	I don't like this, we gotta go--

Iraqi soldiers pull them off the motorcycle.

		WALTER
	Hey.

		BILL SMITHSON
	Let me handle this.

INT. NARROW CORRIDOR OF OASIS BUNKER

Troy is led, naked, down the corridor by two soldiers.

EXT. OASIS BUNKER - DAY

Shiites rebels sit on top of the captured tank with rifles as
it drives toward the bunker. Iraqi soldiers FIRE on them, but
the turret aims at the bunker and FIRES -- blasting a hole.

INT. BUNKER - CRUDE CEMENT BATHROOM - DAY

Troy is thrown onto the floor of a cluttered cement bathroom
with two crude toilets. His clothes are thrown on top of him.

		IRAQI SOLDIER
	Get dress.

		TROY
	OK.

		IRAQI SOLDIER
	Get dress.

		TROY
	I said OK.

The door is slammed. Stolen blenders, radios, CDs, stacks of
new Levis litter the floor. Troy kicks all the crap angrily
and hundreds of cell phones tumble from a box.

Troy looks at the pile of cell phones, picks one up, tries it
for a dial tone, drops it, tries another, until he gets one
that gives him a tone and dials.

		OPERATOR (O.S.)
	Jalam nafad.

Troy looks stunned.

		TROY
		(into the cell phone)
	Um. Do you speak English?

		OPERATOR (O.S.)
		(British accent)
	Yes.

		TROY
		(into cell phone)
	Can you -- I need --

He frantically pushes stuff on the floor to block the door.

		OPERATOR (O.S.)
	What number, please.

		TROY
	Operation Desert Storm.

		OPERATOR (O.S.)
	I'm sorry?

		TROY
	The big army in the desert, come
	on, it's an emergency.

		OPERATOR (O.S.)
	I don't have that number.

		TROY
	Maybe you could -- hello?

The phone is dead.

		TROY
	Fuck.

He throws it to the ground, tries another, no dial tone,
throws it, tries another, no dial tone, throws it.

		TROY
	Come on, come on, come on.

He tries another, chucks it, another, gets a dial tone,
dials, and waits. Troy dials a number.

He waits while the PHONE RINGS.

INT. TROY'S HOME - TORRANCE, CAL.- NIGHT

Darlene, Troy's wife, tired from the pregnancy, picks up the
RINGING TELEPHONE. She has a crying baby in her arm.

INTERCUT with bunker:

		DARLENE
		(Southern accent)
	Hello?

		TROY
	Honey, it's me.

		DARLENE
	Troy?

		TROY
	It's me, honey.

		DARLENE
	My God, the baby's crying.

		TROY
	I can hear her.

		DARLENE
	That's our little Krystal.

		TROY
	How's she doing?

		DARLENE
	She hasn't been sleeping good, and
	Mamma had to go back to work, so
	I'm real, real tired, baby.

		TROY
	I wish I was there to help, gooney-
	bird.

		DARLENE
	Oh, gooney-bird, when are you
	coming home?

		TROY
	I'm working on that right now,
	baby.

		DARLENE
	I saw an ad for a computer job.
	You want me to call and set up an
	interview for my war hero?

		TROY
	Listen, honey --

		DARLENE
	What date are you coming home?

		TROY
	They haven't given us an exact
	date yet. Listen --

		DARLENE
	I'm henpecking you.

		TROY
	No, you're not.

		DARLENE
	I'm lonely and tired and most of
	all, I miss you.

		TROY
	I miss you, too.

FIRE and CONCRETE EXPLODE into one wall of the bathroom.

		DARLENE
	What was that?

		TROY
	The wall just exploded.

		DARLENE
	I thought the war was over, honey.

		TROY
	It is and it isn't, babe. Can you
	do me a favor and call the C.O. on
	base?

		DARLENE
	You want me to call the C.O.?

		TROY
	Tell him I'm stuck in a bunker
	near 223 north outside Karbala --

		DARLENE
	What do you mean 'stuck'? I
	thought the war was over.

		TROY
	I'm gonna be fine, honey, I don't
	want you to worry, I tried to do
	something for the family,  and I
	want you to know --

		DARLENE
	Know what?

Another MORTAR SMASHES through the wall, covers Troy in dust.

		TROY
	That I love you.

		DARLENE
	What's happening, Troy?

		TROY
	Tell Krystal --

Soldiers push at the door, trying to open it.

		DARLENE
	Troy?

		TROY
	Tell Krystal I'm a rich man and if
	things work out she'll be taken
	care of no matter what --

		DARLENE
	What are you talking about?

The door is kicked open and soldiers enter.

		TROY
	Gotta go, gooney-bird, I love you--

The soldiers punch Troy in the face, drag him from the room.

		DARLENE
	Troy?

She waits for a moment, tears in her eyes, and hangs up.

INT. TV ROOM OF OASIS BUNKER - DAY

A MORTAR ROCKS THE ROOM; soldiers frantically exit.

'CNN' is left playing in the empty room with Bill Smithson's
report from the previous day. "I Just Want to Celebrate"
PLAYS:

		BILL SMITHSON
	Spirits are high and the music is
	soaring as these young troops
	celebrate --

EXT. OASIS BUNKER - DAY

Iraqi soldiers shoulder-launch a rocket at the tank,
EXPLODING it. Soldiers shoot into the flaming wreck.

PULL BACK TO Bill Smithson and PACO, the cameraman.

		BILL SMITHSON
	I'm being held captive by Iraqi
	troops in the gritty city of
	Karbala, where Shiite --

		PACO
	You said gritty city again.

		BILL SMITHSON
	OK, we'll go again.

		PACO
	What about Private Wogoman, Bill?

		BILL SMITHSON
	Let's lay a few of these down
	first. In three, two, and, I'm
	being held captive in a gritty
	suburb of Karbala, where Shiite
	fundamentalists are rising up --

PAN TO Walter is stripped naked by Iraqi soldiers. Their
CONVERSATION is in ARABIC and SUBTITLED in ENGLISH.

		IRAQI CAPTAIN
	You better not let that fucking
	reporter see you doing this.

		IRAQI SARGEANT
	Hey, that's the CNN guy.

		IRAQI CAPTAIN
	Wow. He's much shorter in person.

		IRAQI CAPTAIN
	Get them out of here now.

LATER

Walter sits on the bike, naked. Bill Smithson in the sidecar,
Paco in the back. Iraqi soldiers pull the tape out.

		BILL SMITHSON
	At least let me keep the tape.

		WALTER
	Could I have my helmet, please?

They hand him his socks.

		WALTER
	Helmet. On my head.

They give Walter his helmet, with built-in radio headset.

EXT. U.S. COMPANY B CAMP - MESS AREA - DAY

		GENERAL HORN
	Who's missing?

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	Is Doc here?

The White Assistant shakes his head 'NO.'

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	Doc's not here?

		GENERAL HORN
	You don't know where one of your
	own fucking aides is?

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	How about Barlow?

The White Assistant shakes his head 'NO.'

		GENERAL HORN
	Check all the radio transmissions.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	I run a tight company, Ron. Don't
	break my bails.

		GENERAL HORN
	I'm not breaking your balls, Doug,
	I want to find these guys.

INT. TUNNEL - DAY

Archie, Doc, Vig, and dozens of Shiites crouch as they walk
through the tunnel, single file.

Dissolve

They are still walking in the long tunnel.

EXT. OPEN DESERT - DAY

Archie climbs out of a small mound in the desert, squints in
the light and looks around.

A strange minaret stretches skyward from the flat desert, 200
yards away. The minaret is made of yellow stone, it twists
150 feet into the air, like a twisting wedding cake.

Archie leads the others toward the minaret. No one is around,
except for a few black robes. Archie, Doc, and Vig enter the
old wooden doorway of the ancient Minaret.

INT. MINARET HALLWAY - DAY

A line of TEN CHILDREN with missing limbs and bandages stand
and watch Archie, Doc, and Vig enter. They make eye contact.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM, OASIS BUNKER - DAY

CLOSE UP: the hands of an Iraqi soldier carefully wrap a bare
wire around Troy's right ear.

		INTERROGATOR
		(heavy accent)
	What is your rank, bro?

		TROY
	Master sargeant.

		INTERROGATOR
	Your company?

		TROY
	B Company, infantry, United States
	Army.

The wire is wrapped under Troy's chin around his other ear.

		INTERROGATOR
	My main man. Tell me something,
	OK? What is problem with Michael
	Jackson?

		TROY
	What do you mean?

		INTERROGATOR
	The King of Pop. 'I'm bad, I'm
	bad, you know it --'

		TROY
	Yeah, Michael Jackson.

		INTERROGATOR
	He is fahking the small boys, man.

		TROY
	What are you talking about?

		INTERROGATOR
	He come to Egypt with the small
	boys. I see picture in newspaper,
	always he is with the small boys
	in the hotel window. Hello with
	the white glove. I am King of Pop
	in my hotel with the small boys.
	No girls. Just the boys.

		TROY
	He likes kids.

		INTERROGATOR
	Yeah, he like to fahk them up the
	ass.

		TROY
	Bullshit.

Troy is smashed in the face with a clipboard.  He looks
angry, and like he could cry at the same time.

		INTERROGATOR
	You are the blind bullshit, my
	main man.  It is so obvious he
	like the small boy so he all the
	time travel with them.

		TROY
	Fine.

		INTERROGATOR
	And if it really true? You say --

		TROY
	I say it's sick.

		INTERROGATOR
	That's because you got a sick
	country, bro, you got no respect
	for the children. That's why you
	bomb them over here, right?

		TROY
	I don't think so.

		INTERROGATOR
	Michael Jackson is Pop King of
	sick fahking country.

		TROY
	Wrong.

Troy is smashed in the face with the clip board.  Blood drips
from his nose.

		INTERROGATOR
	Bullshit wrong, dude. A black man
	make the skin white and the hair
	straight. You know why?

		TROY
	No.

		INTERROGATOR
	Your sick fahking country make the
	black man hate hisself, just like
	you hate the Arab and the children
	you bomb.

		TROY
	I don't hate children.

		INTERROGATOR
	Do they care, buddy?

		TROY
	Does who care?

		INTERROGATOR
	Do your army care about the Shiite
	children? Do they come to help?

		TROY
	No, they're not coming.

The Interrogator signals someone O.S. and suddenly voltage
races through the wire, causing Troy to gnash his teeth
together so hard they chip. He writhes in pain.

		INTERROGATOR
		(in subtitles)
	That seemed like too much volts.
	You got to build it up slow.

A SECOND IRAQI gestures defensively at a console that is
connected to the wire around Troy's jaw.  A THIRD IRAQI
reaches forward and turns a dial.  The SECOND IRAQI murmurs
defensively and turns the dial back.

		INTERROGATOR
	Just figure it out.

The Interrogator turns back to Troy.

		INTERROGATOR
	Are they coming to help the Shiite?

		TROY
	No.

He is jolted again -- his face contorts, he bites his lip.

		INTERROGATOR
	Tell the truth, dudesky. Save us
	the big bummer.

Troy starts to cry, represses it. His lip is bleeding.

		INTERROGATOR
	Does it hurt?

Troy says nothing.

		INTERROGATOR
	I ask you question, bro.

		TROY
	Yes, it hurts.

		INTERROGATOR
	You bomb my family. Do you know
	that?

Troy starts shaking slightly.

		INTERROGATOR
	You blow up my home. The whole
	street. My wife is crush by big
	fahking block of concrete. She
	lose her legs, bro, and she got
	nice legs, too. Those legs cut off
	now.

Emotion comes into the INTERROGATOR'S VOICE as he says this.

		TROY
		(whispers)
	That's horrible.

		INTERROGATOR
	What?

		TROY
		(whispers)
	I said, that's horrible.

		INTERROGATOR
	Oh, my God, buddy. I didn't even
	told you the horrible part yet.

The other two guards listen sadly.

		INTERROGATOR
	My son was kill in his bed. Did
	you heard that, dude?

		TROY
	Yes.

		INTERROGATOR
	He is one years old. He is
	asleeping with his toy doll when.
	the bomb come. You see that guy
	over there?  He lose his daughter
	same way: big USA bomb.

CLOSE UP the two guards -- one of them wipes away a tear.

FANTASY - CONCRETE AND PLASTER

falls onto the bed of a sleeping child.

BACK TO THE SCENE

		TROY
	I have a daughter.

		INTERROGATOR
	Very nice for you, bro. She is
	safe in Ohio without the bombs and
	concrete and all this shit--

FANTASY - DARLENE

pushes a baby carriage down an idyllic tree-lined sidewalk.

		INTERROGATOR (OS)
	How old is she?

		TROY (OS)
	Ten days old.

		INTERROGATOR (OS)
	What's her name?

BACK TO THE SCENE

		TROY
	Krystal.

		INTERROGATOR
	What makes you decide to tell me
	about Krystal, my main man?

		TROY
	Because we're both fathers.

		INTERROGATOR
	I'm not a father no more, dude,
	remember? My son is dead now.

INT. LARGE ROOM OF MINARET - DAY

TWO DOZEN PEOPLE are laying down, being treated by SHIITE
CLERICS in black who squeeze aloe onto facial blisters.

At the end of the hall, Archie grits his teeth in pain as a
CLERIC uses a turkey baster to shoot alcohol into his
infected wound. Archie SCREAMS in pain.

Doc paces, exhaling; he has white ointment on his face.

		DOC
	I'm OK. I'm cool. I'm a survivor.

A Shiite changes Vig's bloody bandage, while a DEAD BODY is
laid next to Vig and wrapped in cloths; two clerics chant.

		VIG
	Is that guy dead? Where you gonna
	put him?

		SHIITE CLERIC
	A shrine.

		VIG
	What kind of shrine ya'll got?

		SHIITE CLERIC
	Shrine that wash 700 year of sin.

		VIG
	Hey, that's a pretty good shrine,
	right, Doc?

Doc stares at Vig.

		VIG
	I'm sorry I hit you, man. I was
	scared for Troy, I don't want
	nothing to happen to him, he's my
	friend. Doc? Come on, man, I know
	you was comin' to help me --

Vig reaches out blindly for Doc's hand. Doc looks for a
moment at Vig's hand in the air, reaching, then takes it.
They remain silent for a moment, hands clasped.

		VIG
	Maybe we got kicked out of the
	ring of Jesus fire, on account of
	stealing.

		DOC
	That's not how it works.

		VIG
	How does it work?

		DOC
	I take care of what Jesus puts in
	front of me. That's what we did
	with the gold.

		VIG
	What about now?

		DOC
	I'm gonna see.

Archie walks up, his arm bandaged, and inspects Vig's face.

		ARCHIE GATES
	How you doing, Conrad?

		VIG
	I'm good to go, chief.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Let's check the suitcases.

Archie, Doc, and Vig check the Vuitton suitcases, opening
them, looking at the gold, shutting them.

PAN TO children in bandages watch Archie inventory the gold.

		DOC
	We're missing 28.

		ARCHIE GATES
	That leaves 92 suitcases, five
	bars each --

They think.

		ARCHIE GATES
	23 million dollars. Not bad for a
	disaster, provided we can find
	Barlow, get back before dark and
	not get busted.

He looks at Doc and Vig.

		ARCHIE GATES
	It was my choice today. So you can
	head back if you want. I'll find
	Barlow myself.

		DOC
	What about the gold?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Take what you can carry. Try to
	find a vehicle. Bury what you have
	outside camp. Be careful about it.

They look at Archie.

		VIG
	I want to find Troy.

Doc thinks.

		DOC
	I'm in.

		ARCHIE GATES
	OK, where does that leave us? We
	don't have any water, we're
	dehydrated. You got a radio here?

The Shiite Man In Glasses puts oils on his Little Girl's face.

		ARCHIE GATES
	How is she?

The Shiite Man In Glasses does not answer.

		DOC
	How -- is -- your -- little
	girl?

Vig wears glasses over his eye bandage; he mimes the Girl.

		VIG
	Broken -- arms. Girl.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	She's traumatized, what the fuck
	do you expect?

They look at him, surprised.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	I went to b-school at Bowling
	Green.

		VIG
	What's b-school? Is that like
	terrorist training?

		DOC
	Business school, Conrad.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	I came back to open a couple of
	hotels near Karbala. I'm almost in
	the black when Saddam starts this
	stupid fucking war and you guys
	bomb the shit out of my cafes. Now
	we try to get rid of Saddam, Bush
	leaves us twisting in the wind, Un-
	be-fucking-lievable man.

		ARCHIE GATES
	You got a radio?

		MAN IN GLASSES
	No radio. No water.

He wipes bits of white foam from the corners of his mouth.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Where's Barlow?

		MAN IN GLASSES
	They got him, I saw it happen. And
	they won't take him back to the
	same place.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Where would they take him?

		MAN IN GLASSES
	Oasis Bunker. It's full of
	Saddam's hard core guys.

		DOC
	Where's that?

		MAN IN GLASSES
	Like 17 - 18 klicks from here.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Take us there.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	We got no wheels.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We'll walk until we find some.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	Why don't you call in the Marines?

		ARCHIE GATES
	With what? We don't have a radio.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	OK, we'll find a vehicle. You
	drive back to get the choppers,
	they fly in to get your man.

Doc and Vig look at Archie.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We can't do that.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	Why not? You got a huge army here.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We're not supposed to be involved
	with Shiites. We killed Iraqi
	soldiers. We broke the peace-
	accord.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	Tell them it happened when you
	reclaimed the gold. Don't tell
	them it was about us.

		ARCHIE GATES
	They'd find out, we'd go to jail.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	You know what I think? I think
	maybe you're boosting the gold.
	That's what I think.

Archie looks at him.

		ARCHIE GATES
	You're wrong.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	They got half a million men in the
	desert, they send four guys to
	pick up all this bullion? I don't
	think so.

Archie looks at Vig and Doc.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We need to find our man. How much
	do you want to take us there?

		MAN IN GLASSES
	Fifteen suitcases.

		ARCHIE GATES
	That's too much.

		VIG
	Give it to him. We've got a lot.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We're gonna need it to buy our way
	back today, so we better spend it
	wisely. I'll give you eight.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	You need some guns, right? You
	lost your gear.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Yeah, we need some guns.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	You need some fighters, too. I
	mean, you can try to take Oasis on
	your own, but look at these
	grunts --

Doc and Vig look pissed. Archie's arm is in pain.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Yeah, OK, we need some fighters.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	So that's worth more than eight
	suitcases.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Ten.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	Fifteen.

Archie looks at him.

		ARCHIE GATES
	That's four million dollars.

		MAN IN GLASSES
	I think we need it more than you,
	John Doe, don't you?

He extends his hand. They shake.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Archie Gates.

		IMAM (MAN IN GLASSES)
	Imam Katar. I'll give you back
	five suitcases to get us over the
	Iranian border.

		ARCHIE GATES
	What?

		IMAM
	We gotta get to a refugee camp or
	we're dead. The camps are in Iran.

		DOC
	We can't go to the Iranian border.

		IMAM
	Then we don't have a deal.

		VIG
	Give me a fucking break, man.

		DOC
	We saved your life.

		IMAM
	And we saved yours.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We lost a man for you.

		IMAM
	What good is it if you leave us to
	get wasted? The big army of
	democracy beats the ugly dictator,
	saves the rich Kuwaitis, but you
	go to jail if you help us escape
	the same dictator.  You saw what
	happened to my wife. Look at my
	daughter.

Archie looks around. He sees Imam's daughter, other bandaged
children looking at him. A few mothers.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Who's going?

		IMAM
	Everyone but the priests. That's
	55.

		VIG
	Fuck it. We'll find this place on
	our own.

		IMAM
	It's not on a map. You can look.

		DOC
	Somebody else will take us.

Doc pulls gold bars from a case and holds them up

		DOC
	Who will take us to Oasis bunker?

Fifty Shiites turn and look at him silently. Doc dumps a
whole suitcase of gold bars. Imam translates.

		IMAM
	Jarat yalam fantam uraz.

People stare at the gold and say nothing.

		IMAM
	I don't think so.

		VIG
	This is a human life we're talking
	about.

		IMAM
		(laughs)
	Tell me about it.

His daughter looks at him and laughs -- until her laughter
becomes scary, hysterical and Imam tries to hold her still
and she won't stop as Archie, Doc, Vig watch.

INT. OASIS BUNKER - DAY

CLOSE ON -- Head of a golf clubdriver: "Made in USA."
Interrogator holds the golf club near the head, paces.

		INTERROGATOR
	I only join Saddam Hussein army to
	make good living for family, good
	car, good house, and now my son is
	dead.

		TROY
	I signed up for the extra cash,
	too.

		INTERROGATOR
	We got a lot in common, dude. I
	got training and guns from America.

		TROY
	Not from America.

		INTERROGATOR
	Oh, yeah, specialist guys come to
	Iraq, train us when we fight Iran.

		TROY
	What did they train you in?

		INTERROGATOR
	Weapons, sabotage. Interrogation.

		TROY
	Great.

The Interrogator lights a Marlboro, exhales.

PUSH IN TO CLOSE UP on TROY'S FACE as the smoke envelopes him.

FANTASY -- INT. TROY'S BEDROOM - TORRANCE

Darlene looks up and beams as Troy walks into the room, they
embrace on the bed.

		INTERROGATOR (O.S.)
	So what we get from this dirty
	Iraq war you and me, huh?

FANTASY - TROY

holds the naked baby against his naked chest.

		TROY
		(whispers)
	I don't know.

BACK TO SCENE

		INTERROGATOR
		(laughs)
	You don't fahking know, right?! We
	all scahmbag soldier who get
	fahked, right?

		TROY
	Right.

Interrogator laughs and takes a practice golf swing.

		TROY
	So why are you doing this to me?

		INTERROGATOR
	It's my job, man, for Saddam, just
	like your job when you bomb my
	house.

		TROY
	It's not just a job, it still
	matters what you do.

		INTERROGATOR
	Bullshit. It's all a job.

		TROY
	It still matters what you do, what
	you're doing right now matters.

		INTERROGATOR
	Bullshit.

		TROY
	The art of war is not for killing
	people, it's a stratagem to give
	life to many with minimum
	violence, minimum --

		INTERROGATOR
	Then why you bomb my fahking house
	and kill my son? Can you think how
	it feels inside your heart if I
	bomb your daughter?

FANTASY - SLOW MOTION - A MISSILE

silently destroys Troy's suburban house.

BACK TO SCENE

		TROY
	Worse than death --

		INTERROGATOR
	It feels like this --

Holding the driver at the head, he raps the bridge of Troy's
nose.

		TROY
	Don't --

		INTERROGATOR
	Everyday, inside my heart --

He raps Troy's nose repeatedly to make his point.

		INTERROGATOR
	Like this, like this, like this --

He breaks Troy's nose with a crack.

INT. MINARET

A rug is pulled off the old stone floor, a panel is lifted.
Old pistols and rifles are pulled out.

Doc and Vig load and handle the old pistols.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Did we save anything from the
	Humvee?

		DOC
	This bag.

Archie pulls two of the colored footballs from the beat up
pack. He looks at Doc as if to say "Great."

LATER

Archie's arm is in pain as he carefully wraps a thin layer of
light blue plastic explosive around a football, presses small
nails sideways into the plastique and inserts a fuse in the
end of the ball. Another ball-bomb just like it has already
been constructed.

EXT. DESERT -  DAY

Archie leads a line of 55 Shiites across the desert. Everyone
carries at least one Vuitton bag. Imam carries his daughter.

		VIG
	You got the same name as the tall
	model who does David Bowie.

		DOC
	That's Im-an, with an 'n.' He's
	Imam with an 'm.'

		VIG
	That's the same name.

		DOC
	It's not the same name.

		VIG
	Whatever. They're both attractive
	names.

EXT. DESERT - LATER

Archie crouches low to the ground, moving quickly,
secretively. He turns and makes a hand signal to, Doc, 20
yards away, who turns and makes a hand signal to Vig.

HIGH WIDE SHOT: A lone Iraqi military truck, mint condition.'

Archie, Vig, and Doc form a semicircle, surrounding the
truck. They are all 40 yards back from the truck.

		ARCHIE GATES
	This is the United States Army.
	Come out of the truck with your
	weapons in the air.

No response. Suddenly Vig's pistol FIRES.

		VIG
	Shit. Sorry.

His gunshot blows a hole in the Iraqi truck -- which deflates
like a huge beach ball, circling wildly until it lies in a
heap of collapsed camouflage canvass while 50 yards away --
55 SHIITES flip sand-colored blankets off and stand up in the
desert to look. Doc lifts the limp canvass of the deflated
truck.

		ARCHIE GATES
	They used a lot of decoys to throw
	off our bombers.

		DOC
	Where are we gonna get a vehicle?

		IMAM
	I know a place that's full of
	deserters. Maybe they got
	something.

HIGH WIDE SHOT: They walk in a single file line in the
desert.  Archie in front, carries a Vuitton bag.

EXT. DESERTER'S BUNKER - DAY

Archie now walks among Shiites toting old rifles. There are
bomb craters, destroyed cars, a few mud dwellings nearby.

		SHIITE
	America!

		SHIITE #2
	America! Friend!

		SHIITE
	Freedom! Thank you to America!

Shiites cheer and pat Archie, Doc and Vig on the back as they
walk to a bunker built into the side of a small hill. TWO
IRAQI SOLDIERS come out smiling to embrace a disoriented
Archie and Doc.

INT. IRAQI BUNKER - DAY

They pass through a cluttered room with six cots, down a
hallway, to a larger room where two more YOUNG IRAQI SOLDIERS
sit watching CNN. There is a defaced poster of Saddam, two
peacocks and three monkeys in the room, and the half-eaten
carcass of a zebra. The soldiers rise and half-bow to Archie.

		FRIENDLY IRAQI SOLDIER
	Food? You give food?

		ARCHIE GATES
	We don't have any food.

		DOC
	Where'd you get these animals from?

		IMAM
		(translates)
	Kishan tramai jahal?

		FRIENDLY IRAQI SOLDIER
	Kuwait Zoo. Nabal hazala fan taq.

		IMAM
	This is for you, my friend, to eat
	if you are hungry.

The Iraqi Soldier offers a live monkey to Archie.

		ARCHIE GATES
	No, thank you.

		IMAM
	They're not barbarians, they're
	starving.

		DOC
	I'm getting really dizzy, man.

Vig sticks out a WHITE TONGUE and nods.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We need water.

		FRIENDLY IRAQI SOLDIER
	Water all gone. No one have water.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Radio?

		FRIENDLY IRAQI
	No radio.

		ARCHIE GATES
	No radio, no water, but yes CNN.

The other Iraqis nod their heads and laugh nervously.

		FRIENDLY IRAQI SOLDIER
	George Bush get rid Saddam.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Not exactly.

		FRIENDLY IRAQI SOLDIER
	Congratulation!

He embraces Archie, who looks at Imam.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Would you explain to these
	gentlemen that we need a vehicle
	of some kind?

INT. BUNKER GARAGE - DAY

It is dark. With a click, several bare ceiling lights come
on. Archie, Doc, Vig, stare in amazement: It's an underground
garage filled with nine luxury cars: A ROLLS ROYCE, a JAGUAR,
a MERCEDES, an INFINITI CONVERTIBLE, FOUR CADILLACS, a WHITE
STRETCH LIMOUSINE. The friendly Iraqi smiles.

		FRIENDLY IRAQI SOLDIER
	From Kuwait.

Doc stops at the convertible.

		DOC
	Could I ask a question?

The Iraqi deserters look at him.

		DOC
	Does Lexus make this model?

		FRIENDLY IRAQI SOLDIER
	No. Infiniti convertible only.

		FRIENDLY IRAQI 2
	No Lexus convertible.

		DOC
	Exactly what I said.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Listen. We use these cars to go
	fight Saddam soldiers.

The Friendly Iraqi looks at Doc and laughs.

		DOC
	What's so funny?

		FRIENDLY IRAQI SOLDIER
	Cannot take.

		DOC
	What do you mean, cannot take? We
	kicked Saddam's ass. We definitely
	take.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We are the United States military.

The Iraqi laughs.

		IMAM
	You're three guys with a bunch of
	Shiites and no Humvee.

		FRIENDLY IRAQI SOLDIER
	Need money. Have no money. To eat.
	To live. Kish falan azar yat imal
	tanat.

		IMAM
	He says the Americans have many
	tanks, many airplanes. We have
	nothing.

The Iraqis do not look happy. Imam does simultaneous
translation as Archie holds forth.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We will rise up together.

		IMAM
	Jihala vamat.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Rise up together.

Doc and Vig look taken aback as Archie goes messianic.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Look at us. Working together. Many
	races, many nations. Tell him, Doc.

		DOC
	We are united.

They raise their joined hands together.

		ARCHIE GATES
	United. George Bush wants YOU --

		DOC
	To stand up for yourself.

		FRIENDLY IRAQI SOLDIER
	George Bush.

		ARCHIE GATES
	He wants YOU --

		DOC
	You.

		VIG
	Praise Jesus.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Make the fight for freedom on your
	own.

		DOC
	Oh, yes, you can.

		VIG
	Go, baby, go.

Archie walks around, looking into the eyes of each Iraqi
soldier, touching them on the shoulders.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Then America will follow.

		IMAM
	Jahal yaqat.

		DOC
	Jahal yaqat, brothers.

		ARCHIE GATES
	God bless America, and God bless
	a free Iraq.

Iraqis burst into cheers.

		ARCHIE GATES
	What do you say now, my friend?

		FRIENDLY IRAQI
	Cannot give car.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Then I guess we'll have to buy
	them.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

The luxury cars ride across the desert, single file, Vuitton
bags strapped to the roofs.

INT. ROLLS ROYCE - DAY

		VIG
	Judas Priest will pump you, Doc --

		DOC
	I already had it with the Beach
	Boys today.

		VIG
	One song.

Doc slams in a CD-- TRADITIONAL IRAQI FOLK WAILING PLAYS.
The Shiite riflemen in back smile as Vig scowls.

INT. INFINITI

Archie drives. Imam sits in passenger seat with his daughter
on his lap. They listen to Iraqi music.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

Shiites finish passing 92 Vuitton suitcases into a trench.
The bags are buried. Archie drives a stake to mark the spot.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We get our man, we come back to
	pick up the gold --

		IMAM
	And my people.

		ARCHIE GATES
	My gold isn't here, and I mean all
	of it, your people will not
	survive.

Doc and Vig pull off distributor caps from the Cadillacs and
Limousine (but not the Jaguar) and put them in Doc's pack.

		IMAM
	I understand.

		ARCHIE GATES
	OK. Let's load and go.

Imam hugs and kisses his daughter goodbye and tries to put
her, crying, into the arms of an older woman.

		VIG
	Wait a second, I want to talk
	about this plan some more --

		ARCHIE GATES
	We're going to drive in and get
	Troy, exactly like we discussed.

		VIG
	I have a bad feeling like we're
	gonna get wasted.

		ARCHIE GATES
	You're scared. It's good to be
	scared when there's guns around.

Vig looks uneasy. Archie hums Bach's 'Gloria' and moves a
hand in the air, then puts his hands on Vig's shoulders and
SINGS THE BACH LOUD. Vig eventually joins in the chorus.

		DOC
	I'm cool. I'm all right.

He lies down and breathes with a hand on his chest as Archie
and Vig keep singing.

EXT. OPEN DESERT - DAY

Bach's B Minor Mass plays as the Mercedes, Infiniti, and
Rolls Royce Drive across the desert.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - OASIS BUNKER - DAY

The Interrogator finishes putting tissue in Troy's bleeding
nose.

		TROY
	Your son wouldn't be dead if
	Saddam didn't invade Kuwait.

FANTASY - IRAQI SOLDIERS

smash the windows of a Benneton store, then a Cartier store.

		INTERROGATOR (O.S.)
	I know.

		TROY (O.S.)
	I heard about some bad shit that
	happened there.

FANTASY - IRAQI SOLDIERS

drag patients from their hospital beds and AN IRAQI SOLDIER
dives on top of a crying NURSE and starts to rape her while
a BABY is taken from an incubator, which is stolen.

BACK TO THE SCENE

		TROY
	Who's got the sick country?

		INTERROGATOR
	Maybe Saddam is very crazy, right?
	And then you are crazy to bomb all
	of Iraq.

		TROY
	Too much bombing is crazy, but not
	saving Kuwait.

		INTERROGATOR
	You come here to save Kuwait
	people?

		TROY
	Yes.

		INTERROGATOR
	Really?
		(to the Second Iraqi)
	Jahaza fan.

The Second Iraqi dips a bucket into an oil drum.

		INTERROGATOR
	Lots of people in trouble around
	this world, my man. You don't
	fight no fahking war for them.

		TROY
	You invaded another country. You
	can't do that.

		INTERROGATOR
	Why not, dude?

		TROY
	It makes the world crazy. You got
	to keep it stable.

		INTERROGATOR
	For what? Your pick up truck?

		TROY
	No, for stability. Stabilize the
	region.

The Interrogator pulls a CD from Troy's pocket and jams it
into Troy's mouth.

		INTERROGATOR
	This is your fahking stability, my
	main man.

The Interrogator uses the CD as a funnel to force-feed the
crude oil into Troy's mouth as he pours it from the bucket.

EXT. RIM OF DUNE OVERLOOKING OASIS BUNKER

Archie, Doc, Vig, stand on a sand ridge and look down on the
Oasis bunker in the distance. Behind them are the three cars,
Imam, and a handful of Shiite gunmen. They get into the cars.

EXT. DUNES

An empty ridge. The Infiniti, Rolls, Mercedes shoot over it,
arcing down toward the bunker, engines roaring.

EXT. OASIS BUNKER

It is quiet. A Slim Jim is unwrapped as an IRAQI GUARD slowly
raises it to his mouth, bites it, chews, and looks puzzled at
the cars approaching in the distance.

HIGH WIDE SHOT - looking straight down.

The cars drive three abreast down the approach road to the
bunker. The Infiniti is in the middle, flanked by the Rolls
on the left and the Mercedes on the right.

INT. INFINITI

Vig looks scared as he drives the Infiniti straight toward
the bunker. A Shiite sits up front with him. Fifty yards from
the bunker, Vig turns sharply and drives in circles.

EXT. BUNKER

TWO IRAQI GUARDS, one chewing a Slim Jim, look bewildered as
they stare at the circling Infiniti fifty yards away.

INT. MERCEDES

Archie, with Imam in the passenger seat, two Shiites in back,
speeds the Mercedes past the guards, around the right side,
to the back side of the bunker, skidding across the sand.

AERIAL VIEW

The Mercedes and the Rolls diverge around the bunker on
either side: Rolls on the left, Mercedes on the right.

INT. ROLLS ROYCE

Doc drives the Rolls around the left, to the bunker's rear.

EXT. BUNKER

Iraqi soldiers fire a grenade that blows up right behind the
Rolls as Doc skids right up to a rear entrance of the bunker,
the grill touching the metal door. Doc parks, blockading the
rear door shut, and, with three Shiite riflemen, jumps out.

INT. INFINITI

A Shiite helps Vig wedge a piece of wood onto the gas pedal.
Vig suddenly grabs his hand in PAIN. The Shiite looks at him.

		VIG
	Splinter.

		SHIITE
	Come on.

EXT. INFINITI

Vig and the Shiite bail out of the moving Infiniti. Wads of
plastic explosive are taped to the grill of the car as it
speeds towards the bunker, then drifts to the side --

		VIG
	Go straight, go straight --

He jumps up and down and points, but the Infiniti goes far to
the side of the bunker and explodes into some ruins. The two
guards point their guns at Vig and the Shiite and they run
into the desert as bullets pop around them.

EXT. RIGHT SIDE OF BUNKER

Archie skids the Mercedes to a halt on the right side of the
bunker, jumps out, slams the door, followed by Imam and the
two other Shiites.

They run toward the bunker, Archie with a wad of plastic
explosive and nails in one hand and a cigarette lighter in
the other. He HEARS the CHIRP of a car alarm being activated
as he runs to the bunker.

Imam finds a vent hole on the low facade of the bunker, pulls
off a grill. Archie lights a fuse sticking out of the plastic
explosive, and drops it into the vent.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY

Troy gags and spits, his front is covered in oil. The
Interrogator raises the bucket.

		INTERROGATOR
	Are you feeling stable enough for
	more?

An EXPLOSION elsewhere in the bunker causes the lights to
flicker out.

INT. BUNKER CORRIDOR

Iraqi soldiers scurry in the darkness with flashlights. They
go to the rear door, pile up in the dark, pushing.

EXT. REAR OF BUNKER

The parked Rolls Royce blockades the rear door.

EXT. SIDE OF BUNKER

Archie and Imam run back to the Mercedes, but the car is
locked, his pistol sits inside on the front seat. A GUNSHOT
from the bunker roof shatters the window of the Mercedes,
setting off THE CAR ALARM.

Archie reaches in, grabs his pistol, and bolts as a launched
grenade blows the Mercedes.

EXT. FRONT OF BUNKER - DAY

12 Iraqi soldiers pour out of the smoking bunker as 3 Shiite
riflemen with Doc fire on them. Two Iraqis go down, with only
the sound of bullets piercing their flesh.

6 Iraqis run for it, into the desert. 2 Iraqis throw their
hands up in surrender while 2 look ambivalent, one holds a
stack of new Levis. Doc raises a hand to stop his Shiite
gunmen from firing, but they fire anyway and 3 Iraqis fire
back -- the Shiite next to Doc is hit in the face.

		DOC
	Stop shooting, what's the matter
	with you?

He reaches out and holds the rifle of a Shiite. Everyone
stops firing, slowly the Iraqis drop their guns. Doc has WET
HIS PANTS.

Archie runs up from the right, grabs Doc's arm and they run
past surrendering Iraqi soldiers and into the front entrance.
of the bunker. Imam takes cover on the side of the bunker
while Shiites and Iraqis aim at each other.

Vig approaches cautiously from the desert, HEARS AN AIRCRAFT,
and looks up. An Iraqi helicopter comes in fast and opens
FIRE with MACHINE GUNS --

		VIG
	Shit.

Vig runs toward the bunker for cover, but is cut off by
MACHINE GUN FIRE from THE CHOPPER. Shiites FIRE rifles up at
the chopper.

INT. IRAQI CHOPPER

Chips of metal and plastic fly off as bullets hit the
chopper. Arabic chatter is heard over a crackling radio.

POV - FROM INSIDE THE CHOPPER

100 feet below -- Vig and six remaining Shiite riflemen are
running into the desert away from the chopper.

EXT. DESERT -  DAY

Vig and the six Shiites frantically search for cover.

The chopper FIRES and one of the Shiites running with Vig is
hit in the head, thrown by the force of the gunshot into Vig,
who goes down, faking it.

Vig lies face down, out of breath, with the dead Shiite on
top of him while the chopper hovers above.

		VIG
	Jesus God, I don't wanna get hit,
	please Jesus, watch over me --

INT. BUNKER

It is dimly lighted by a few mounted emergency lights.

Archie and Doc run down the empty stairs, through the big
main room -- it is empty. Archie goes down the right side,
kicks open a door --

It's the bathroom full of stolen stuff and cell phones --

Doc goes down the left side of the room -- kicks in a door --
a room full of Benneton sweaters in all colors.

Archie kicks in a door -- a room with shelves full of large
snow globes, thousands of them.

Doc kicks in a door -- a room cluttered with debris, but
there is another door at the far side of the room. He
approaches and kicks it repeatedly, without success.

Archie kicks in a door -- it is pitch black -- an emergency
light flickers on and off -- revealing the two Iraqi
torturers at the control table, where one tries to fix the
emergency light with a screwdriver --

In flickering light -- Archie SHOOTS one Iraqi guard squarely
in the chest, then the other -- the only SOUND IS THE GUN
POPPING and the BULLETS TEARING into their bodies.

Archie turns to the Interrogator, who stands next to Troy.

		INTERROGATOR
	It's OK, buddy, we are just
	talking now --

SLIGHTLY SLOW MOTION -- Archie shoots the Interrogator in the
thigh. THE ONLY SOUND IS GUN SHOOTING, FLESH TEARING --

Blood thinly splatters across Troy's face as the Interrogator
grimaces and falls to the floor. The light flicks on a few
beats, then off a few beats.

Archie rips the wires from the table controls, goes to Troy,
unhinges the wire from his jaw.

The Interrogator writhes in pain on the ground. Archie takes
the Interrogator's pistol, snaps open a knife, cuts the cord
binding Troy to the chair and gives Troy the pistol.

Troy sits, stained with oil, blood, tears. He gets up, looks
down at the interrogator on the floor, points the pistol into
the Interrogator's face.

The Interrogator stares at Troy, who stares back. Archie
watches, out of breath. Troy FIRES the gun just to the side
of the Interrogator's face, into the ground. The Interrogator
looks terrified, crying. Troy stares back, looks unhappy,
lowers the gun.

Troy and Archie look at each other for an intense moment.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Let's go.

INT. ANOTHER BUNKER ROOM

Doc shoots the lock on the inner door and it finally opens.
He looks inside and sees, in a sunken room, 50 more Shiite
civilians huddled together. Archie rushes by with Troy.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Come on.

INT. FRONT DOOR OF BUNKER - DAY

Archie and Troy run out of the bunker --

EXT. FRONT DOOR OF BUNKER - DAY

The chopper hovers right there. It FIRES A GRENADE which
EXPLODES next to Archie and Troy. They scramble back into the
bunker.

INT. FRONT DOOR OF BUNKER - DAY

Archie and Troy run into Doc at the door, knocking him over.
They crouch inside the door; the chopper hovers low outside.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

Vig gropes the sand for his glasses, crawling on his hands
and knees with the dead Shiite on his back.

		VIG
	You gotta be my disguise, Mr.
	Shiite, cuz they need my help over
	there --

EXT. DESERT - DAY

The six Iraqis who took oft from the bunker are still
running. Their CONVERSATION is in ARABIC and SUBTITLED in
ENGLISH.

		TOUGH IRAQI
	Let's go back and get them.

		IRAQI #2
	Fuck a donkey, no way.

		TOUGH IRAQI
	There's a chopper, we can do it.

He and another Iraqi stop while the other two keep running.

		TOUGH IRAQI
	They killed your families, you
	fucking cowards.

The Tough Iraqi and his partner, sweating profusely, out of
breath, split up and head back toward the bunker.

INT. FRONT DOOR OF BUNKER - DAY

Archie's in great pain. He grimaces as he tightens the
bandage around his forearm. Troy is shaking uncontrollably.
Doc grabs Troy's shoulders firmly.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We're gonna get out of here alive,
	just do what I say, do you hear me?

Troy nods. Archie pulls one of the football bombs wrapped in
C-4 from his small pack, and hands it to Doc.

Archie pretends to throw with nothing in his hand.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Step, throw, one-two -- I'm gonna
	give it a five second fuse. That
	gives you two steps out the door.

PAN ACROSS Troy and Doc listen intently.

Archie cuts the fuse on the ball with his knife.

The three of them stand at the door, ready. Archie holds his
pistol ready. Doc holds the football, Troy holds the lighter.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Wait --

EXT. BUNKER

Imam, lying in a ditch, is concealed on the side of the
bunker, and aims an old rifle at the chopper.

GUNSHOTS ring off the side of the chopper, chipping plastic.
The chopper banks toward Vig in response.

Vig watches the chopper turn toward him.

		VIG
	God help me.

INT. BUNKER

Troy flicks the lighter and with a shaking hand tries to
light the fuse. Archie steadies Troy's hand. The fuse is lit.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Go.

EXT. FRONT DOOR OF BUNKER - DAY

Archie FIRES his pistol as he goes out the door with Troy,
also FIRING a pistol. Doc follows with the ball, fuse burning.
Doc throws the ball hard at the chopper, hovering 40 feet up.

INT. CHOPPER

The chopper turns to face the ball just as it hits the
plexiglas window and bounces off, not exploding. The pilots
look perplexed. The ball hits the ground and EXPLODES.

EXT. BUNKER

Archie, Troy, Doc, stunned -- turn back to the bunker.

INT. BUNKER DOORWAY - DAY

They run inside and take cover, catch their breath. Troy and
Doc look terrified.

		ARCHIE GATES
	OK.  Shorter fuse this time.

He pulls out the second ball, cuts another fuse, affixes it.
They wait at the door again, watching the chopper.

EXT. BUNKER

Imam, from the side of the bunker, FIRES again, the chopper
swivels toward him to RETURN FIRE --

INT. BUNKER

Troy lights the second fuse. They bolt out the door, Troy and
Archie FIRING pistols, Doc in the middle with the ball.

EXT. BUNKER

SLOW TO FREEZE FRAME MID-STRIDE -- with just THE SOUND OF THE
CHOPPER: Archie, Doc, Troy, three abreast, mid-stride.

RESUME REGULAR SPEED -- Doc unleashes the football.

PAN TO - SLIGHTLY SLOW MOTION -- the ball hits the chopper
broadside and THE CHOPPER EXPLODES INTO A BALL OF FIRE.

SLIGHTLY SLOW MOTION: The chopper comes crashing to the
ground in a heap of metal. The rotary spins off, whips over
Archie, Troy, and Doc's heads and smashes into the bunker.

Silence.

Troy and Doc look at each other, and punch their fists
together. Troy notices that he's wet his pants.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We're not done. Check every Iraqi
	here.

Archie rolls over bodies lying on the ground, pulls out their
weapons. Troy and Doc take rifles from wounded Iraqis.

		TROY
		(agitated)
	Where's Conrad?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Don't let your guard down.

Doc nervously scans the area with his pistol pointed.

50 Shiite prisoners start streaming out of the bunker.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Stay there, don't move.

Imam directs the Shiites to stay clustered near the bunker.

		IMAM
	Jakar yizam ut naral --

		TROY
	How are we getting back?

		DOC
	We got the Rolls.

An IRAQI SOLDIER jumps up just as Archie knocks him to the
ground from behind and twists the gun away. Doc binds the
soldier's hands with a plastic cuff.

		TROY
	You got a Rolls?

		ARCHIE GATES
	It's been a busy day.

Archie pulls pistols from the bloody bodies of the two Iraqis
in the chopper.

		TROY
	Hey. That's a convertible.

He points to the flaming wrecked Infiniti.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Keep your fucking guard up.

		TROY
	Is that leather interior?

		DOC
	I think he's in shock.

		TROY
	It's a fucking Infiniti
	convertible, isn't it?

		DOC
	Yes.

		TROY
	OK. So I owe you a car. I'm not in
	shock.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We can talk about cars later, OK?

		TROY
	Freeze --

He points his pistol at Imam.

		IMAM
	Take it easy.

		TROY
	Who is this guy?

		ARCHIE GATES
	He's with us.

Troy and Imam look at each other a moment, Troy still points
his pistol at Imam.

		TROY
	You're the guy with the little
	girl.

		IMAM
	That's right.

		TROY
	What are you doing here?

		ARCHIE GATES
	He helped us find you.

		TROY
	All right. You're all right.

He hugs Imam.

		TROY
	How's your girl?

		IMAM
	She's safe. For the moment.

		TROY
	All right. Excellent. How can we
	help?

		DOC
	Calm down, man.

		TROY
	I'm calm. Don't I look calm?

		IMAM
	We had a deal to get us to the
	border, but we need more vehicles
	for these people.

Troy moves nervously.

		TROY
	We're gonna work it out. We can do
	it. We have to work it out.

		DOC
	I'm not sure how. This is a lot of
	people.

		TROY
	OK, you choose who we take. You
	tell the others it's not
	convenient, they'll have to die.

		DOC
	Take it easy, man.

		TROY
	You think I don't know what I'm
	saying. I know what I'm saying.
	We're gonna do more than steal,
	that's what I'm saying. We're
	gonna help these people out.

		IMAM
	This guy was worth saving.

		ARCHIE GATES
	He's a soldier.

Troy and Archie look at each other, smile slightly.

		VIG (O.S.)
	Yes. Yes. All right.

They all turn to look.

WIDE SHOT -- Vig pops up in the desert, 150 yards away.

		VIG
	You made it.

Vig comes running.

		VIG
	I thought that was you. Yeah.

Troy smiles as he steps in the direction of Vig. Suddenly a
RIFLE SHOT RINGS OUT, Troy jumps.

SLIGHTLY SLOW MOTION -- Vig is hit in the collar bone, ONLY
THE SOUND OF THE BULLET SMASHING HIS FLESH AND BONE. He is
jerked, falls to his knees, but gets up, keeps staggering
toward Troy, 125 yards away.

Troy looks stunned.

Archie turns sharply to his right and FIRES a rifle.

An IRAQI SOLDIER, 150 yards to the side, drops to the ground
as Archie and Doc continue to hit him with gunfire.

Troy runs as hard as he can toward Vig.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Cover him.

Doc looks around frantically with his pistol pointed. Archie
scans the area and directs 3 SHIITE RIFLEMEN to spread out.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Lock it down. Shoot anything that
	moves.

		IMAM
		(translates)
	Haza janav yasat.

Troy runs, catches the staggering Vig in his arms and
embraces him. Blood runs from Vig's mouth, onto Troy's
shoulder, as Vig tries to talk.

		VIG
	You made it, man --

Troy cries as he runs with Vig in his arms.

		TROY
	Help him.

Doc takes Vig from Troy's arms and carefully lays him on the
ground, cradling his head in his lap. Vig spits blood.

		VIG
	What happened to the Jesus fire,
	Doc?

		DOC
	It's around you right now, man, it
	works on this side or the other
	side.

		VIG
	You never told me that part. I
	guess I could go to one of them
	shrines that erase the bad you
	did --

		TROY
	We made the right choice today,
	Conrad.

		VIG
	We did good, right?

		TROY
	We made the right choice.

The hole in Vig's collar bone is pumping out blood. Troy puts
his hands over it. Doc looks sad and scared as he tries to
turns Vig's head to help him breathe.

		DOC
	Dear Lord watch over this man,
	help him if you can. Our father
	who art in heaven --

50 Shiites -- children and adults -- sit on the ground near
the bunker watch from afar.

Troy stands up looking around helplessly.

		TROY
	Help.

		DOC
	-- hallowed be thy name, thy
	kingdom come, thy will be done --

A gunshot rings out and -- slightly slow motion -- hits Troy
in the lower right chest -- and comes out again three inches
over, piercing a thin piece of his side -- with only the
sound of tearing tissue. Troy looks stunned as he is spun
around by the shot.

Archie spins around in the desert and looks at Troy.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Goddamn it.

He runs hard across the desert toward Troy.

Troy falls next to Vig and they look at each other.

Troy's eyes are wide with pain as he breathes with great
difficulty -- RASPING.

INT. TROY'S RIB CAGE

His breathing creates an air pocket, crushing his organs to
the left side.

TROY'S POV

looking up at Doc, who is saying something to Troy, but
there's NO SOUND EXCEPT TROY'S LABORED BREATHING

The POV turns to the side -- Vig is no longer breathing.

FLASHBACK TO THE OPENING SCENE, but with weird, MUFFLED
SOUND

		SOLDIER #5
	Take my picture.

		VIG
	Do you still want to sell pictures?

		TROY
		(distracted monotone)
	For twenty.

		SOLDIER #5
	Twenty bucks?

		VIG
	War's been over five days, ain't
	gonna be any more of this, Jim.

		SOLDIER #5
	Twenty dollars, man, what's the
	meaning of life?

		TROY
	You're lucky you got to see
	anybody shot in this war.

		SOLDIER #5
	Bobby, take my picture.

He holds the camera out.

		SOLDIER #4
	If he shot the guy, it's up to him.

		SOLDIER #5
	It's not like he shot a fucking
	deer. It's the enemy.

		VIG
	It's Troy's enemy, yours for
	twenty.

BACK TO THE SCENE - CLOSE UP

Troy lies on the ground, trying to breathe, eyes wide.

TROY'S POV

Archie and Imam step into frame. Archie looks down at Troy,
opens his waist pack, pulls out a sterile wrapped scalpel.

TROY'S POV TURNS TO THE SIDE --

FISH EYE LENS - The Jaguar pulls up in SLIGHTLY SLOW MOTION.

Imam's Little Girl gets out of the passenger side, SLIGHTLY
SLOW MOTION, NO SOUND. Imam scolds her and gesticulates,
indicating she should be back with the others where it is
safe. The Little Girl embraces Imam and stares down at Troy
over her father's shoulder.

EXT. DESERT

Troy's eyes are wide, staring up at the Girl as he has great
difficulty breathing. Archie rolls Troy's shirt up, exposing
Troy's chest, with the bullet wound. Archie points to a spot
on Troy's upper chest, near the collar bone --

Doc squeezes a small tube of brown disinfectant gel onto this
spot -- the only sounds are the squirt of the ointment and
Troy's breathing.

Archie looks nervous, then focussed as he brings the shiny
metal scalpel down. Troy is in great pain as he watches
Archie plunge the scalpel into his upper chest. Archie twists
the scalpel to open the incision wide --

There is a pronounced HISSING as trapped air rushes out. Huge
relief comes over Troy's face as he breathes normally.

Regular sound FADES BACK IN, THE FIRST SOUND IS THE GIRL'S
THIN, INTERMITTENT HUMMING --

TROY'S POV FROM THE GROUND, LOOKING UP

		ARCHIE GATES
	I've been waiting 18 years to get
	that right.

He tears open a short I.V. tube and plunges the I.V. into the
scalpel hole. There is a small valve on the end of the tube,
which he tightens.

A GUNSHOT SOUNDS -- Archie turns and looks over --

EXT. DESERT

FIVE SHIITE RIFLE MEN chase down and shoot, at 30 yards, the
last Iraqi gunner in the desert.

Troy sits up slowly and watches for a moment.

EXT. FRONT OF THE BUNKER - LATER

Shiite women and children chant and pray around Vig's corpse
as it lies in the open trunk of the Jaguar. Archie, Troy and
Doc stand together watching. Troy and Doc do a muted version
of Vig's Karate arm dance as they look down at his corpse.

		TROY
	He's got no family.

Archie sadly takes Vig's big pistol from Vig's clenched hand.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We're his family now.

		DOC
	He wanted to go to one of those
	shrines.

		IMAM
	Kajatar in Iran. We can take him.

Archie takes Vig's glasses off.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Good. Take him.

EXT. DESERT - LATER

Archie fills a single rusted oil drum with gold bars and
tapes it shut. Troy sits in a folding chair nearby. He looks
pained and uncomfortable.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Air pressure will build up about
	every fifteen minutes. Release the
	valve, close it up again.

Archie unscrews the valve on the tube in Troy's chest, and
air hisses out. Troy looks relieved. Archie closes the valve.

		TROY
	How long can I keep doing this?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Maybe four hours, if you're not
	bleeding too bad inside.

		TROY
	I'm really thirsty.

		DOC
	There's no water anywhere.

		IMAM
		(to Archie)
	I got you hooked up if you want to
	call your man.

EXT. DESERT - LATER

Archie operates a radio hooked up to a car battery.

		ARCHIE GATES
		(into the radio)
	Tar Baby, this is Brer Rabbit, do
	you read me?

		DOC
	We're gonna be court-martialed.

		ARCHIE GATES
	No, we're not.

Troy watches, tense.

		ARCHIE GATES
		(into the radio)
	Tar Baby, this is Brer Rabbit, are
	you reading this?

EXT. DESERT - DAY

Walter drives the motorcycle, nude, wearing his helmet with
radio attachment. Smithson and Paco ride along.

Archie is heard in a crackling radio transmission inside
Walter's helmet. Walter speaks into the small mouthpiece.

		WALTER
		(into radio)
	This is Tar Baby, come in.

		ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)
	Where are you?

		WALTER
		(into radio)
	About two clicks outside camp.

		ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)
	We're about ready for the briar
	patch, over.

		WALTER
		(into the radio)
	Right.

He looks uncertain, worried.

		ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)
	You got me, Tar Baby?

		WALTER
	I think so -- who handles the
	briar patch?

		ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)
	You do.

		WALTER
	Oh, OK, and the Tar Baby goes to
	the briar patch if everything's
	OK, right?

		ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)
	No, the other way around.

		WALTER
	Shit, I'm sorry, sir, I don't
	remember how the code goes --

INTERCUT WITH Archie, who looks exasperated. He is sweating
with a fever and his arm hurts.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Six personnel trucks and a Humvee.

		WALTER
	Wow. That's a tall order for a
	secret operation, sir.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Talk to my friend Hash. Each
	driver will get 100K.

		WALTER
	Did you say 100K?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Roger. Brer Rabbit at 239 North.
	Add one medavac pack to the order,
	and dump the reporter.

		WALTER
	Roger. Give me two hours.

INT. COMPANY B RADIO TENT - DAY

TWO DECODERS sit at a table wearing headphones. One writes
down: "BRER RABBIT AT 239 NORTH, DUMP THE REPORTER."

INT. BUNKER - DAY

CLOSE UP A SNOW GLOBE is shaken and little green dollars
swirl inside the little world, settling upon an early desert
oasis, old buildings, palm trees, donkeys, Three Kings,
peasants carrying the baby Jesus, and a Mobil gas station.

WIDER TO REVEAL HUNDREDS OF SNOW GLOBES are pulled from the
shelves and put into old cloth bags.

EXT. BUNKER - DAY

Doc cracks open a snow globe with pliers as all the water and
dollars drain out. Imam filters the water through a cheese
cloth held above an urn.

CLOSE ON the plastic Three Kings and Baby Jesus with the
Mobil gas station glisten in the wet palm of Archie's hand.

Archie looks at the Three Kings in his hand.

Troy cracks open a snow globe, filters water with a Shiite.

Dozens of Shiites are doing the same.

Archie passes an urn to some parched Shiites who drink the
water thirstily. Troy, Doc do the same.

EXT. B COMPANY RADIO TENT - DAY

Captain Van Meter, General Horn, and two radio decoders stand
looking at logs of transmissions.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	There's so many transmissions --

		GENERAL HORN
	Narrow it down to what sounds like
	Archie Gates and a Humvee.

A Humvee with HAVICHON and Walter drives by behind the
oblivious General, leading a convoy of several trucks.

		GENERAL HORN
	I want a direction, we're not
	gonna comb the whole goddamn
	desert --

A PRIVATE runs up and hands General Horn a paper.

		PRIVATE
	This is from Barlow's C.O. at Fort
	Bragg, something with his wife.

		GENERAL HORN
		(reads)
	Fort Bragg? I'll be damned.

Walter and Hash drive past Smithson and Paco and Cathy.

		BILL SMITHSON
	Where the hell is he going now?

		CATHY DAITCH
	I say we keep watching the General.

She takes off and Smithson follows her.

EXT. DESERT -  DAY

Imam pours gasoline on a pile of Vuitton suitcases,
Troy throws a match, the suitcases go up in a rush of fire.

EXT. DESERT - LATER

Imam hands two gold bars to a Shiite peasant, who takes them
and moves on. There are two long lines of Shiite peasants
patiently waiting to get their gold, as it is handed out by
Imam and another Shiite while, Archie, Troy, and Doc watch.
Shiites stash their gold bars inside their clothing and bags.

LATER

Everyone sits and waits: Archie, Troy, Doc, Imam, his
daughter, 105 Shiite peasants.

Troy looks pained, then releases the valve on the tube
sticking through his chest bandage and there is a hiss of
air. He looks relieved.

There is the SOUND OF DISTANT MOTORS RUMBLING. An approaching
convoy in the desert: six open U.S. personnel trucks, led by
a Humvee.

Archie, Troy, Doc, Imam, his daughter, dozens of Shiites
watch the convoy approaching -- they hold their guns ready.

The U.S. Military trucks and the Humvee pull up to the bunker.

Walter stands in the front of the Humvee with Hash, both
wearing sand goggles as they pull up -- Walter salutes.

		HAVICHON
	Quelle gonzesse, Archie, you got
	yourself shot.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Those better be words of sympathy.

6 ARMY DRIVERS, among them the disillusioned infantrymen
interviewed by Bill Smithson earlier, get out of their
vehicles, greeted by Doc, Archie, and Imam.

Walter walks up, carrying a medical pack.

		WALTER
	Watcha doing out here, Troy?

They bang fists in greeting.

		TROY
	Protecting the free peoples of the
	world, Walter, you know how it is.

		WALTER
	We better get you fixed up to go
	home to the land of the brave.

Walter pushes an I.V. needle into Troy's arm.

		TROY
	Give me that penicillin, baby.

Doc pushes an I.V. needle into Archie's arm and tapes the
penicillin sack to Archie's shirt.

		HAVICHON
	Where ees bullion at, my man?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Bullion ees buried. I'll show you
	after we get these people to the
	border.

		HAVICHON
	Iranian border?

		ARCHIE GATES
	Part of the deal.

		HAVICHON
	C'est super, Archie, you got
	yourself a pain in the ass mission
	of mercy.

		WALTER
	Sorry I fucked up the code, sir.

		ARCHIE GATES
	It means we gotta move. They might
	be coming for us.

Bach's "Gloria" plays powerfully.

Shiites pile into the six open trucks. The lone oil can full
of gold is loaded, as well. Imam and his daughter are helped
into a truck by Doc. Archie whistles loud from the front seat
of the Humvee -- which leads the way as the convoy pulls out.

Doc, in the back of a truck with Shiites, waves.

Troy smiles as he sits in the back of a crowded truck with
Imam, his daughter, and other Shiites.

HIGH, WIDE CURVING HELICOPTER SHOT

The six truck convoy, led by the Humvee, rolls across the two-
lane desert road.

EXT. BASE CAMP - B COMPANY - DAY

SIX APACHE CHOPPERS are ROARING on the ground as Captain Van
Meter, his White Assistant, and General Horn board a chopper.
Smithson, Paco, and Cathy and her CAMERA MAN rush aboard the
last chopper in the line.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

The Humvee slows to a halt.

Archie stands in the front of the Humvee with a rifle at his
side -- looking straight ahead -- concerned. Troy, Doc, Imam,
and daughter stare ahead, concerned

EXT. THE IRANIAN BORDER

50 yards ahead -- a low wall of razor wire.

100 yards beyond it, dozens of Iraqi tanks are lined up along
the border, 100 feet apart, stretching into the distance
either way. There are 50 IRAQI GROUND TROOPS standing at the
border station, marked by razor wire on the one-lane road.

On the far side of the border, IRANIAN SOLDIERS with RELIEF
WORKERS wearing RED CRESCENTS wait by white school buses and
stare at the American convoy.

EXT. IRAQI SIDE OF THE BORDER

Archie stares at the border, thinking.

Imam helps Troy down from the truck. Doc carries the Little
Girl.

		HAVICHON
	What are you seenking?

		ARCHIE GATES
	I see an opening we can walk
	through. But it's not wide enough
	for a truck.

Archie gets out of the Humvee and looks at the border.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We'll walk them to the border. The
	Iranians will take them. We'll
	walk back to the trucks and get
	out of here.

Doc turns and signals to the drivers to come up.

Troy takes the safety off his M-16.

5 U.S.Drivers get out with their rifles ready. They release
the safeties. Havichon, with his leg in a cast, stays back to
man the mounted machine gun on the Humvee. Iraqi soldiers on
the border nervously watch the Americans and the Shiites,
holding their machine guns.

INT. IRAQI TANK - DAY

POV THROUGH IRAQI GUN SIGHT -- cross hairs pan from Doc, to
Troy, to Imam, to Archie.

EXT. BORDER

		ARCHIE GATES
	Make a close group.

		IMAM
		(translates)
	Jihad yamat -- yamat.

105 Shiites empty the trucks and gather in a crowd that walks
toward the border. Two Shiite men carry Vig's body, wrapped
in Arabic cloths.

Archie, Troy, Doc, lead the crowd single file through a
narrow opening in the razor wire. On the other side, the
crowd spreads out and keeps walking. Archie, Troy, and Doc
walk three abreast, 7 feet apart, rifles ready.

Imam and Walter are behind, flanking them.

FACES: CLOSE DOLLY - SHIITE Children, Women, Men, as they
fearfully walk toward the border. The five U.S. Drivers flank
the Shiites on either side, rifles ready.

PAN TO - Troy suddenly drops to one knee.

		DOC
	Let the air out.

		TROY
	It's not the air, I don't know
	what it is --

		DOC
	Stay back.

		TROY
	I'm all right. I'm just dizzy or
	something --

EXT. IRAN SIDE OF THE BORDER

Iranian soldiers and relief workers stand watching.

PAN AROUND TO - IRANIAN SIDE POV

The backs of the Iraqi troops and tanks, and the approaching
Shiites and Americans, walking in the distance.

EXT. IRAQI SIDE OF THE BORDER

Archie helps Troy as they walk three abreast with Doc.

CHOPPERS ARE HEARD in the distance. They grow LOUDER. Imam
turns and looks back. Archie turns around and looks.

SIX APACHE CHOPPERS approach from the distance

CLOSE DOLLY Archie.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Double time.

He lets go of Troy and starts jogging toward the border. Troy
cannot jog, he crouches down, and is passed by the others.
The Shiites look up at the choppers as they jog. Doc and
Walter look up also. Archie does not.

Havichon in the Humvee swings the mounted gun up to the
choppers as they pass overhead, loud.

PAN UP TO Six Apaches hover over everyone's heads and land in
the 50 yards between Archie and the border, blocking his
path, blowing up dust.

Archie, Troy, Doc, Imam, the Shiites turn and wince in the
blowing sand.

10 U.S. MILITARY POLICE jump from the landing choppers,
followed by another TEN U.S. TROOPS with rifles.

Iraqi soldiers watch apprehensively.

M.P.S grab Archie, Troy, And Doc, and pull them away from
the Shiites.

Troy shouts over the choppers.

		TROY
	Wait.

U.S. soldiers push the Shiites toward the border.

The Shiites, including two who carry Vig's body, run toward
the border unaccompanied by American protection.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Let them get over the border.

Troy pulls away from MPS, resisting arrest.

		TROY
	Let them get over, wait --

Plastic handcuffs are put onto Troy, behind his back.

		TROY
	I have to reach this --

Archie and Doc, not resisting, are handcuffed in front --

		ARCHIE GATES
	Put his cuffs in front.

He and Doc are pulled away from Troy.

Iraqi soldiers take the Shiites prisoner, grabbing them,
throwing some to the ground. Troy looks over his shoulder at
this as Imam's daughter is ripped from his arms and he is
thrown to the ground and dragged.

		TROY
	Look what's happening.

He collapses to one knee.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	Not our mission, Barlow.

Troy grimaces on the ground, he can't breathe, but the cuffs
prevent him from releasing his valve. Troy struggles.

		TROY
	Cut my cuffs --

Captain Van Meter leans down to Troy. He shouts over the
choppers.

		CAPTAIN VAN METER
	You fucked me and you're fucked
	now, so shut your goddamn mouth.

Shiites are lined up in a firing squad.

		DOC
	He's gonna die.

Troy lies on the ground suffocating. Archie drags the MP
holding him as he goes to General Horn.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Goddamn it, Ron, give him medical
	attention, don't let him die --


		GENERAL HORN
	We are not involved in the Shiite
	problem, do you understand
	me? You are AWOL, you are a
	fugitive, you are under arrest.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Cut his cuffs.

General Horn walks away as MPS stare at Troy on the ground,
concerned.

A US SOLDIER stares -- upset by what's happening, reaches in
his pocket, pulls out a hunting knife, pops the blade,
crouches down to Troy, exchanges a look with the MP standing
by, and cuts Troy's plastic cuffs. Troy reaches with
difficulty to the valve on his chest turns it -- and breathes.

Archie looks at Troy, then up at the border.

Imam and the Shiites are lined up in a firing squad. Vig's
body is dropped in the sand.

		ARCHIE GATES
	We got the gold.

		GENERAL HORN
	What?

		ARCHIE GATES
	We got the Kuwaiti bullion.

		GENERAL HORN
	Bullshit.

Archie pulls away from the MPs holding him and runs toward
the lead truck -- where MPs grab and wrestle him down.

		ARCHIE GATES
	Pull that barrel.

		GENERAL HORN
	Pull it.

An MP jumps into the truck, pushes the barrel over; 30 gold
bars spill to the sand.

The General looks at the gold. Troy and Doc, held in custody,
watch.  The General makes a 'CUT' signal to the choppers --
and the chopper engines cut off and whir down; it grows QUIET.

THE U.S. Soldiers -- holding Walter and the Drivers in
custody -- stand and watch Archie.

		GENERAL HORN
	How much do you have?

		ARCHIE GATES
	4 tons.

General Horn picks up a gold brick.

		GENERAL HORN
	Where's it at?

		TROY
	Get them over first.

		ARCHIE GATES
	They helped us get it, Ron. I made
	a deal, and that's soldier's
	honor. You can't fuck them now.

General Horn looks at Archie.

		ARCHIE GATES
	You can return this gold, be a big
	hero, get another star maybe.

Everyone stares at General Horn. After a pause, the General
fires his pistol into the air.

Iraqi soldiers freeze as they are about to fire on the
Shiites.

		GENERAL HORN
	Let's go, Doug.

Captain Van Meter and General Horn walk 40 yards to the
frozen Iraqi soldiers and the terrified Shiites.

Archie, Troy, Doc in handcuffs with MPS, watch.

Walter and the other U.S. Soldiers watch from afar as
Captain Van Meter and General Horn walk into the midst of
Iraqi soldiers.

		GENERAL HORN
	Who's in charge here?

An OLDER IRAQI GENERAL steps forward and salutes.

		GENERAL HORN
	We have to talk about this
	situation.

Archie, Troy, Doc, U.S. soldiers watch from a distance.

ARCHIE'S POV FROM AFAR

General Horn talks to the Iraqi general.

BACK TO THE SCENE

U.S. Soldiers watch.

TROY'S POV FROM AFAR

General Horn and Captain Van Meter walk back toward them.

It is QUIET. No one says anything.

Pan across Paco taping.

		BILL SMITHSON
	In a morbid tableau these men have
	recovered some of the gold bullion
	stolen from Kuwait --

		CATHY DAITCH
	--in violation of American policy,
	saved over a hundred Shiite
	refugees while recovering stolen
	Kuwaiti gold --

		GENERAL HORN
	Turn that damn camera off.

He walks up and forcibly pushes the camera to the ground, Van
Meter pushes Cathy's camera down.

		BILL SMITHSON
	That's a 75 thousand dollar
	camera --

		GENERAL HORN
	What the fuck are they doing here?

		SARGEANT
	I thought they were authorized --

		GENERAL HORN
	They are not fucking authorized,
	for Christ's sake --

MPs take the tapes from the cameras.

		GENERAL HORN
	Haven't I taken care of you,
	dammit?

He signals the choppers to start up.

THE CHOPPER ENGINES SLOWLY WHINE into gear.

		CATHY DAITCH
	I'm gonna get that tape back.

General Horn walks over to Troy, Archie, and Doc.

		GENERAL HORN
	You are under arrest. You are
	going to be court-martialed. And
	you will show us where the bullion
	is right now.

He walks into a chopper, which is now revving at full speed.

PAN TO Troy, Archie, Doc turn to the border and watch.
Walter, the handcuffed Drivers, the MPS and other U.S.
Soldiers also watch.

The Shiites are released by the Iraqis. They collect
themselves and gather in a group. The group walks over the
border and is received by the relief workers.

Troy, Archie, Doc watch. A U.S. Soldier WHISTLES through the
loud choppers.

		SOLDIER #10
	Yeah.

Then another Soldier joins in, WHISTLING and CLAPPING.

Then another soldier, until all twenty U.S.
Soldiers and MPs present are whistling and cheering Troy,
Archie, and Doc as they stand there while the choppers throb.

50 yards away: Imam holds his daughter, on the Iran side,
about to get into a Red Crescent bus.

Imam and his daughter wave.

Archie raises his handcuffed wrists to wave back; Troy and
Doc follow, raising their cuffed hands to wave.

Freeze frame.

"I Get Around" by the Beach Boys KICKS ON.

						CUT TO

Text over black: Troy Barlow, Archie Gates, and Doc Elgin
were court-martialed and convicted of disobeying orders and
the wrongful death of Conrad Vig.

They each served eighteen months in a military prison.  Bill
Smithson and Cathy Daitch's testimony resulted in reduced
sentences.

Troy Barlow runs his own carpet company in Torrance, Cal.

INT. TROY'S CARPET COMPANY - (MOS)

"I Get Around" CONTINUES. Troy excitedly gives instructions
to workers carrying out big rolls of carpet. He wears a short
sleeved white shirt and a dark tie. His wife gives his two
year old daughter to him as she holds a new baby and Troy
uses a respiratory inhaler.

						CUT TO

Text over black: Doc Elgin applied to the U.S. Army Rangers,
but was denied. He then turned down Troy Barlow's offer to
partner in the carpet business and plans to join Archie
Gates' company.

EXT. KENNEDY AIRPORT - CURBSIDE (MOS)

MUSIC CONTINUES: Doc Elgin takes Vuitton bags curbside at
Kennedy airport and is given a ten dollar tip.

						CUT TO

Text over black: Archie gates became a military consultant in
Hollywood.

FILM SET - (MOS)

MUSIC CONTINUES: Archie on a film set, wearing sunglasses,
shows an action star how to push away the barrel of a bad
guy's rifle.

						CUT TO

Text over black: Saddam Hussein is still in power. Shiite
refugees are still in Iran. Late in 1991, Iraq returned the
gold to the government of Kuwait . . . which claimed that
some was missing.

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