Lone Survivor

1 EXT. BAGRAM AIR BASE, AFGHANISTAN 1 EXT. BAGRAM AIR BASE, AFGHANISTAN 1

Through massive sun flare, a BLACKHAWK Chopper coming in

fast. Landing hard on Bagram Air Base.

LUTTRELL:

(vo)

It’s something most of us have

known all of our lives. What we all

wanted. It’s in our blood.

A team of medical personal and Navy officers descend on the

chopper. An assortment of high-ranking GENERALS and

COMMANDING OFFICERS there to meet the chopper. Tight shots.

A bloody hand dangles. A tear filled eyeball, sliced feet.

LUTTRELL (CONT’D)

(vo)

There’s a storm inside of us. I’ve

heard many team guys speak of this.

A burning. A river. A drive.

2 INT. OPERATING ROOM 2

Clothes cut. Blood soaked Dog Tags cut. “Luttrell” in UA

boxer shorts, IVs and fresh blood bags. Multiple Gunshots.

Chunk of an ear missing. Heartbeat monitor. Weak pulse.

LUTTRELL:

(vo)

An unrelenting desire to push

yourself harder and further than

anyone could think possible.

Chunks of bullet and shrapnel filling metal bowl. Tears

streaming down cheeks, a hand scrawled map on a left thigh,

focused eyes of surgeons. Admirals’ pace in the hallway.

LUTTRELL (CONT’D)

(vo)

Pushing ourselves into those dark

cold corners where the bad things

live. Where the bad things fight.

Heart monitor weak. Getting weaker. Compound fracture left

shin. Bloody feet rinsed clean. Water flushing out bullet

holes. Loose cracked tooth pulled out. Heart monitor getting

weaker.

Surgical pack working franticly to save Luttrell.

Tight on HEART MONITOR: FLATLINE

2.

LUTTRELL CONT’D

We wanted that fight at the highest

volume. The loud fight. The

loudest, coldest, hottest, most

unpleasant of the unpleasant

fights.

Pushing in on the flatline. Alarm screaming. Tight on

Luttrell’s eyes starting to glaze over. Dying.

BLACK.

GRAPHIC:

“FIVE DAYS EARLIER”

3

EXT. HIGH ABOVE NORTHERN AFGHANISTAN - HINDU KUSH 3

SUNSET.

Rugged and punishing. Endless and infinite. Steep stone

mountains. Bottomless valleys. Cold and dry.

As we fly across this stunning land, from the bottom of the

FRAME, ENTER:

A SPECIAL FORCE AIR INSERT TEAM.

FOUR HELICOPTERS. Two MH-47s transport. Two security Apaches.

3A

IN THE CHOPPER:
3A

TIGHT ON MARCUS LUTTRELL. Healthy and very clear eyed.

12 SEALs fully dressed for combat. Sitting side by side.

Clearly ready for war.

3B INT. MH-47 INSERT CHOPPER 3B

Seen from above. Cruising at 150 over the shoulder of a .50cal

TF-160 aviator door gunner.

4

INT. CHOPPER - SUNSET 4

Riding low and fast. Inside: Two Night Stalker Pilots, Two

Airmen, and 12 SEALs.

5

EXT. HINDU KUSH - DUSK 5

The Choppers tearing across the Afghan mountains.

3.

6 INT. THE CHOPPER - DUSK 6

Luttrell checks his map against his wrist strapped GPS.

Whistles quietly to himself.

LUTTRELL:

I don’t see anything but steep. I

could be wrong. Hope I’m wrong. If

it’s anything but steep I’m not

seeing it.

DIETZ:

Just put your feet where I put my

feet. All day long. You’re gonna

love it.

SHANE PATTON plugged into an iPod. SLIPKNOT pounding into his

head. He quietly sings along.

Kristensen leans over to Axelson, the navigator, adjusts hisupper right strap on his front pack.

KRISTENSEN:

I’m real interested in the pitch.

If it ain’t f***ing glorious, comeback, try another route. Don’twaste your time trying to crosssomething that’s gonna knock theshit out of us.

AXE:

Roger that.

Kristensen moves over to MIKE MURPHY.

KRISTENSEN:

She does not need a Arabic horse.

MURPHY:

How do you know about that?

KRISTENSEN:

I know everything Murphy.

MURPHY:

Check.

KRISTENSEN:

Morab Tennessee Walking Horse cross

stallion.

MURPHY:

What?

3A.

KRISTENSEN:

Original Silver. Lone Ranger’s

Horse.

MURPHY:

Really?

KRISTENSEN:

Tennessee cross stallion. That’s a

f***ing horse.

MURPHY:

Yes sir.

KRISTENSEN:

Lone Ranger’s horse of choice.

MURPHY:

Sounds excellent sir.

KRISTENSEN:

Glorious horse Murphy.

Tight on Luttrell starring into the plunging sun.

7 EXT. AFGHAN VILLAGE - DAY 7

INTERCUT AFGHAN VILLAGE. Intro Afghan warlord. AHMAD SHAH.

35 years old. Tall, strong. Fierce. He moves through anAfghan village with a small pack of equally fierce Talibanwarriors.

4.

LOCAL AFGHANS avoid eye contact. This Shah and crew feelslike an old school western bad guy moving through a cow town.

NOTHING like the SUICIDE BOMBERS of BAGDAD. These are real

warriors. Strong-jawed. Thin but ripped muscles. Worn rich

soulful faces, vivid eyes, color reds and blues. Strong

boots. Military vests. Good radio equipment. Well-maintained

weapons.

Shah’s number two is TARAQ. Late twenties. Shah is vicious,

TARAQ, is more vicious. Strong and very, very violent.

A very worthy opponent.

RIGHT now they are clearly pissed. Shah leads the way, walks

with purpose.

They are looking for a man. Someone has violated TALIBAN LAW,

accused of aiding the Americans.

Shah moves into a house. Women and children terrified.

Trembling. Women pleading.

SHAH SHAH:

Where is he?Hagha Cherta Dey?

The women scream. As Shah starts throwing teenage boys aroundthe room. Slamming them viciously into walls.

A 25-year-old man Gulab tries to reason with Shah. A YOUNG

BOY watches.

GULAB GULAB:

Please, we want no trouble. Mehrabani/lutfan, monga hes

mushkil no ghowaro

Taraq throws Gulab down hard. Turns, locks eyes with an olderAfghan man(30s). Taraq moves quickly at him, kicking him inthe face, his foot down hard on his throat.

SHAH SHAH:

Have you spoken with the Aya taso Americayano saraAmericans? khaberi keri dey?

AFGHAN MAN AFGHAN MAN

Please! No! Mehrabani/lutfan! Na!

Gulab watches. Frustrated. Furious.

TARAQ TARAQ:

You lie! Ta Dorogh wayee!

AFGHAN MAN AFGHAN MAN

Please! Mehrabani/lutfan!

5.

He’s pressing down hard. Choking the man. The man’s familybegs and screams. Shah studies the Afghan deep into his eyes.

Decides he’s lying...Shah nods to Taraq.

Taraq yanks the Afghan to his feet. As his children watch

Taraq leads the pleading farmer outside. Into the woods.

Taraq and his men throw the Afghan down over a fallen log.

Face up.

Two of Taraq’s men hold him by the beard as Taraq stands over

him. Razor sharp machete up.

Shah backlit. Ignoring the man’s pleading...as Taraq hacks

down with brutal fury.

Tight on Shah, tight on Taraq, blood dripping from his hand.

BLACK:

GRAPHIC:
BAGRAM AIR BASE - 14 HOURS EARLIER

CUT TO:

8

EXT. BAGRAM AIR BASE - DAWN 8

Sun just beginning to rise over the Base.

Beautiful.

Camera moves though the sleeping base. Guards man posts.

Aircraft static on runways in Hangars’. Tent after tent

soldiers’ sleep.

We come to a small base within a base. 10 foot rebar framed

dirt walls. Barbed wire. Heavy Iron gate.

A fortress within a fortress.

Graphic.

8A

SEAL TEAM 10 CAMP OUELLETTE, BAGRAM AIR BASE - SUNRISE 8A

We move inside the SEAL compound. Several plywood buildings.

Assorted trucks, Jeeps, heavy ATVs.

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