Eye In The Sky Page #22

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ALI (CONT’D)

Haye, mudane!

(Hi-yay moo-dah-nay!)

JAMA (CONT’D)

Waxaad usoo oradaa sidaa

queeleystaha oo kale!

(Wah-haad oo-so orad-dah seedah

qool-lay-stah-hah o-kalay!)

ALI runs off with the money JAMA has given him.

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ALI ALI (CONT’D)

Yes sir! Haye, mudane!

(Hah-yay moo-dan-ay!)

JAMA keenly watches him run around the corner.

275 INT. OPERATIONS ROOM - COMPANY D BASE - AFTERNOON 275

MAJOR OWITI’s phone rings. He answers.

Cut between:

JAMA:

(on his cell phone)

I have sent a boy to buy the bread.

He will be there in two minutes.

276 INT. GROUND CONTROL STATION - NIGHT 276

STEVE, now sweating profusely, continues to prepare the

firing of the missile. He is being professional - but he

cannot stop his emotion coming through.

Every so often he breaks off to glance at - but only for a

second - the image of ALIA on the screen. He keeps his focus

but is collapsing inside.

277 INT. PJHQ - LONDON - AFTERNOON 277

POWELL is looking at the live Reaper feed.

MAJOR OWITI (O.S.)

We have sent in a boy to buy the

bread.

COLONEL POWELL:

We’ve been up and down the chain

enough, Moses. We’re not taking any

more delays.

278 EXT. STREET - EASTLEIGH - AFTERNOON 278

ALI runs down the road, weaving in and out of traffic.

279 INT. BRIEFING ROOM A - WHITEHALL - AFTERNOON 279

Everyone watches the live Reaper feed on the screen.

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Nothing is happening - just ALIA at her table and the

occasional passerby.

280

EXT. STREET - EASTLEIGH - AFTERNOON 280

CLOSE ON ALIA - by her table, whispering, trying to recall

what she has learnt from her book earlier in the day.

281

INT. GROUND CONTROL STATION - NIGHT 281

STEVE and CARRIE continue their preparations to fire. The

pressure of ALIA not selling her last loaves is unbearable.

282

INT. PJHQ - LONDON - AFTERNOON 282

POWELL, tense.

283

EXT. STREET - EASTLEIGH - AFTERNOON 283

ALI now turns off the street and runs down a passageway.

284

EXT. STREET - EASTLEIGH - AFTERNOON 284

A PASSERBY comes over to ALIA and talks to her.

We watch him as he walks on.

ALIA looks up and down the street.

285

INT. GROUND CONTROL STATION - NIGHT 285

CARRIE pulls back the image to see if there is traffic -

cyclists, pedestrians, motorists - approaching.

Two pedestrians walk towards the compound.

STEVE keeps his eye on ALIA.

286

EXT. STREET - EASTLEIGH - AFTERNOON 286

ALIA watches the TWO PEDESTRIANS approaching. She is hoping

they will buy her last two loaves.

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287

EXT. STREET - EASTLEIGH - AFTERNOON 287

Further down the street, ALI emerges from an alley and runs

towards Amadu’s compound.

288 INT. PJHQ - LONDON - AFTERNOON 288

POWELL watches the screen.

COLONEL POWELL:

When they pass the house, we go.

289

INT. GROUND CONTROL STATION - NIGHT 289

STEVE watches tensely as the pedestrians approach the stall -

and walk past it.

ALIA now stands alone on the street. There’s a long pause.

STEVE knows he has to release the missile - but he can’t do

it. Perhaps he is also waiting for that miracle, an angel,

the grace of God, anything...

But he is getting no help.

He knows he is alone.

A beat.

STEVE:

Three... Two... One.

He presses the button.

STEVE (CONT’D)

Rifle! Rifle! Rifle! Weapon away.

Time of flight, fifty seconds.

For fifty long seconds:

290

INT. GROUND CONTROL STATION - NIGHT 290

STEVE waits, watching ALIA and the house and the compound.

ALI comes into view, running down the street.

CARRIE:

There’s a boy!

STEVE is too stunned to comment, as he glances at ALI and

then fixes back on ALIA.

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291 INT. PJHQ - LONDON - AFTERNOON 291

POWELL, MUSHTAQ and HAROLD watch the screen.

COLONEL POWELL:

He’s buying the bread...

She looks at her stopwatch.

COLONEL POWELL (CONT’D)

Forty seconds.

292 INT. GROUND CONTROL STATION - NIGHT 292

STEVE and CARRIE watch ALI arrive at the bread stall.

STEVE:

He’s buying that bread! Come on!

ALI buys the last two loaves, gives ALIA the money, runs off.

STEVE (CONT’D)

Put the money away! Put the f***ing

money away!

A beat.

STEVE (CONT’D)

F***! Put the money away! Come on!

Put the money away!

293

EXT. STREET - EASTLEIGH - AFTERNOON 293

ALIA takes her time to count her money.

294

INT. PJHQ - LONDON - AFTERNOON 294

POWELL, MUSHTAQ and HAROLD watch in tense silence.

295

INT. BEDROOM SUITE - SINGAPORE - NIGHT 295

JAMES, ashen, KATE and TOM watch on James’ laptop.

296

INT. ROOM - HICKAM AIR FORCE BASE - NIGHT 296

LUCY, leaning forward, anxiously watches ALIA on the screen.

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297

INT. BRIEFING ROOM A - WHITEHALL - AFTERNOON 297

Everyone watches the screen.

298

EXT. STREET - EASTLEIGH - AFTERNOON 298

ALIA folds her money. Then carefully puts it in her pocket.

299

INT. GROUND CONTROL STATION - NIGHT 299

STEVE and CARRIE wait as they watch ALIA. She is now

carefully folding her tablecloth.

CARRIE:

Come on! Come on! Come on!

STEVE:

Fifteen seconds.

(with quiet dread)

Come on...

300

EXT. STREET - EASTLEIGH - AFTERNOON 300

ALIA’s in no hurry as she neatly continues to fold her cloth.

301 INT. PJHQ - LONDON - AFTERNOON 301

POWELL again looks at her stop watch.

COLONEL POWELL:

Nine seconds.

302

INT. GROUND CONTROL STATION - NIGHT 302

STEVE and CARRIE watch ALIA as she finishes her folding.

STEVE watches her pick up the basket.

Soundless, the missile goes through the roof of the house.

All we can see on the Reaper live feed is a dust cloud,

obscuring everything around the compound.

ON THE GROUND ALI

looks back in horror as secondary explosions from the two

suicide vests rip the house apart.

IN ALIA’S COMPOUND

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FATIMA and MUSA react as the house next door detonates.

303

INT. PJHQ - LONDON - AFTERNOON 303

POWELL watches, waiting for the dust to settle and the

picture to become clear.

304

INT. BEDROOM SUITE - SINGAPORE - NIGHT 304

JAMES looks like he will throw up.

305

INT. GROUND CONTROL STATION - NIGHT 305

STEVE stares at the smoke and dust where ALIA was standing.

306

EXT. STREET - EASTLEIGH - AFTERNOON 306

Alia’s table has been blown thirty yards away.

She has been blown over by the force of the blast.

She is bleeding and has internal injuries.

She doesn’t know what has happened or what is going on. She

has entered another world: she knows nothing but an instinct

to try and move away.

She gets up to move but her body - her legs - won’t propel

her, they just won’t go with her.

She keeps trying to crawl forward - but no part of her body

is actually able to achieve it so she rocks forwards and

backwards, going nowhere.

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