Heatstroke Page #3

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I'm not touching that

stinking bastard.

You shot the f***er.

Now, you lay off the booze, and

you clean up your bloody mess.

Someone had to do it. He'd

seen the guns in the back.

What would you have

done? Just driven off?

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(ENGINE REVVING)

Whoo! (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

(SIGHS)

That's it.

Go on. The wind will

soon level it out.

(SATELLITE PHONE RINGING)

Yo.

MALLICK:
What the hell

are you doing out there?

- Listen to me.

- Yeah.

- They're waiting for you at the border.

- Yeah.

- Get the hell out of there.

- Yeah.

- Now!

- We're on our way.

Who were you talking

to there? Mallick.

He wanted to know where the f*** we

are and what's taking us so long.

What'd you tell him?

That you saw an opportunity to

pick up a couple of rhino horns

and you couldn't control yourself.

(LAUGHS)

No. I told him that some guy approached

us while we were loading the weapons,

and you... you took care of it.

Okay?

- Now, finish the job.

- (SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Whew!

(HEAVY-METAL MUSIC PLAYS)

You can stop doing that now.

We're far enough away.

(RETCHING)

You shouldn't throw up your food.

We don't have much left.

- Well, you're feeling better now.

- I'm hungry.

There's some food in the bag.

We have to cut back every day.

If we're careful, we

can make it through.

Isn't that a road?

If we could get there,

someone might pick us up.

That's exactly where those

men will look for us.

We'll follow the water

holes that are marked.

But where are we going?

This small town, the only

one within 100 miles.

You keep the map. You

can be the navigator.

(SIGHS)

Keep your clothes on and

your skin out of the sun.

Be careful where you put

your hands and feet.

If we get separated,

stay where you are.

I'll find you.

He stopped.

- He shouldn't have stopped.

- Why?

Why did he stop?

- What's that?

- What?

Over there.

Hold on. Let's check it out.

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

Stay here for a second.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

- Hey, guys.

- (CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Everything's fine. We

got it under control.

What's the problem? You

need some help down here?

They looked like they needed help.

He said it's the law of the desert.

Who the f*** are you?

- What the hell are you doing, man?

- Listen, buddy...

You... f*** off.

Get in your car and go.

Jo, get in the back.

Just get down.

- What do you think you're doing, man?

- Listen. Just chill.

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

Foy! Foy!

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Foy!

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHING)

You should have come with us.

You could have stopped him.

I only left because you were

here! If you weren't here...

I would have stayed with him!

He's dead because of you.

(CRIES)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

Jo?

Jo?

Jo?

Jo, what are you doing?

Hello there. (CHUCKLES)

Where did you come from?

We need help.

Is someone else out there?

Tally.

She came here with me.

Come on.

Better sit down.

So, uh...

She needs some help...

and you need some water, don't you?

You got a vehicle out there,

any means of communication like a

satellite phone I can contact her on?

Wow.

Some grapes?

Where are you heading?

The nearest town....

miles away from here.

On foot? (LAUGHS)

Crazy.

I can help you. Just point

to me where she is,

and I'll take my vehicle

and go and pick her up.

In this kind of territory, we always look

out for each other. Isn't that true?

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

MALLICK:
Finally joining us?

Thank you very much.

- Who the f*** is she?

- I was waiting for you to explain.

I've never seen her

before in my life.

(CHUCKLES)

- Hey. Hey, hey.

- No!

Hold it right there.

Easy. Sit down.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Now, for a kid that you told

me had a bullet in her head,

she seems to be doing quite well.

- Well, we thought...

- Thought what?

The desert would take care of her.

Yeah, but I'll take

care of that right now.

MALLICK:
Put it back.

Put it back!

You see, there's a woman out there.

As long as we've got the kid

here and the kid is alive...

that woman won't go anywhere.

Just one thing. What exactly

happened out there, huh?

(CHUCKLES)

- Got soft for women and kids, did ya?

- We never saw anyone else.

- It's true. When we got there...

- Shut... up!

Come on, guys, are

we on the same page?

(LAUGHS)

I'm running a million-dollar

operation here.

You're doing runs, nothing else.

No f***ing around.

Leave no witnesses behind.

Am I right or wrong?

What's up?

Who is she? Where

did she come from?

Foy, better clean up the

mess you put us in.

Get that woman. You heard me.

Get the woman.

Then you can come back

and play with the kid.

- What woman? What mess?

- Well, who's gonna do the run?

I guess you are.

Foy f***ed up again.

Foy, you f***ing loser!

Consider it done.

Thanks.

Dibs...

Sir?

Take the girl. Put her in the tent.

Don't f*** up again, Foy.

Who are you? We'll

take care of you.

Mm.

Have some. It's good for you.

(SMOOCHES)

(DIBS INHALES DEEPLY)

(SNIFFS)

That's top-of-the-line

surveillance there.

Can pick up a roach

crawling through the sand.

Your friend's got no

chance in hell...

Not with me watching.

(CRIES)

You got to keep your eyes focused.

(WHIMPERS)

Focused.

'Cause the sand patterns... the sand

patterns, they can be very tricky.

FOY:
I told you we

should have killed her.

Shut up, Foy.

(GRUNTS)

DIBS:
Have to keep a careful watch,

'cause something can just pop up.

You know? Things can

be hiding in the sand.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS)

Mmm. Mmm.

- (GUNSHOTS)

- Oh!

Don't do that again.

Tie her up this time.

(GUN C*CKS)

What the... (GROANS)

(GAGGING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Oh!

(GRUNTS)

Ahh!

(GUNSHOT)

That takes care of that.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Look at this beauty.

(CHUCKLES)

This is the new

version of the PSG1.

Sniper rifle.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

TALLY:
Jo.

You can bring down a jumbo

jet with this b*tch.

Ooh.

- DIBS:
Anyone ever done that?

- Not that I know of.

Always a first time, my friend.

(LAUGHS)

Let's go.

(SATELLITE PHONE RINGING)

MALLICK:
Hello.

Uh-huh.

What do you mean...

Well, my guys are doing a drop-off, so

I'm running a little short on that.

Check that out.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Foy, is that you?

Foy?!

F***ing sh*t!

- Don't move!

- Tally!

Just don't move!

(SNAKES HISS)

(GUNSHOTS)

- What the hell are you doing?

- She's gone!

- Get down here.

- Huh?

You heard me. Get down!

Sh*t.

Where the hell are you going?

- You're gonna let her go?

- We'll get her in the morning.

She's not gonna get far. I'll

have the plane track her down.

Go!

(SNAKE HISSES)

I need you to do this pick up, or

I'll be the one in a shallow grave.

Tally!

Tally!

TALLY:
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I shouldn't have done that.

I could have disabled him.

But I killed him.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(HYENA SNIFFING)

(HYENA GROWLING)

(HYENA SNIFFING)

(HYENA CHATTERING)

(HYENAS CALLING)

(INSECTS BUZZING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Guess we're not dealing

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