Lone Survivor Page #17

87B

OMIT 87B

107.

88 OMIT 88

88A OMIT 88A

89 OMIT 89

108.

89A OMIT 89A

90 EXT. WOODS 90

Luttrell hobbles and falls and crawls through the woods.

Falling, getting up. Refusing to stop.

A desperate search for water.

90A OMIT 90A

90B In the WOODS. 90B

Tracking with Luttrell.

He’s running out of gas.

Falling, crawling...grinding it out.

He falls. On his hands and knees. Stops, head down.

Hears something. Lifts his head. Looks off to his left.

A WOLF.

Male, large and powerful.

The wolf studies Luttrell.

Luttrell studies the wolf.

109.

No menace just mutual curiosity.

Luttrell picks himself up.

Studies the wolf closely.

Water drips off the side of the Wolf’s face.

His coat seems wet.

Luttrell turns. Listens.

HEARS the SOUND of falling water.

TRACK with Luttrell towards the sound of the water.

Luttrell moves to 20 ft. waterfall, pouring into a beautiful

clear pool of crystal clear fresh water.

Luttrell tries to slide down the steep cliff sides of the

water pool.

Too excited, moving too fast, Luttrell slips, falling,

tumbling. He falls fast into the water.

UNDERWATER.

Luttrell cuts through the water. Like a baptism as the cool

water surrounds him. Luttrell stays under water. Eyes closed.

Feeling it.

Finally comes up.

SURFACES.

Swims to the shore on his hands and knees.

LUTTRELL drinks. And drinks......

Slurping like a broken animal.

Grabbing for hunks of water plants. Luttrell eats. Shoving

the plants into his mouth. Desperate for any kind of energy.

TIGHT on LUTTRELL.

Slowly freezes. Senses something.

Slowly looks up.

LUTTRELL’S POV:

Three Afghan men. One man we recognize as Gulab.

110.

A young Afghan boy.

NOT Taraq’s crew.

Three different men.

One holds a machete. Staring down at this broken SEAL.

Luttrell stares back at these men.

A moment of silence. Then.

Luttrell reaches for a grenade.

Pulls the pin.

Holds the armed grenade.

The Afghan men appear non pulsed.

LUTTRELL:

Stay back.

The men just stare with curiosity.

Luttrell holds up his grenade.

LUTTRELL (CONT’D)

I don’t care. You understand? I

don’t care. I will kill us all.

Finally one of the Afghans. A 30 year old male GULAB, theleader, strong rugged handsome, steps forward. Hands up in

peace.

GULAB:

Not Taliban.

Luttrell studies Gulab. Looks deep into his eyes.

Luttrell looks from Gulab to the other Afghan men. Theirfaces seem kind. Nothing like the death looks we have seenfrom the Taliban.

GULAB (CONT’D)

Come.

Gulab slowly stepping to and reaching for Luttrell.

Voices heard from deeper into the woods.

Taraq and his crew getting closer.

One of Gulab’s men says something quiet to Gulab.

111.

Gulab reaches his hand out to Luttrell...

Luttrell looks deep into Gulab’s eyes.

Armed grenade in one hand, Luttrell slowly reaches his right

bleeding hand out.

Tight on two hands grabbing each other.

As they pull him up, out of the stream, voices of Taraq and

his men suddenly much closer.

Gulab whispers something to one of his men.

Luttrell is quickly pushed down into a crevasse between two

rocks.

A young Afghan boy sits on top of Luttrell hiding him

further.

Luttrell eyes wide, clutching his grenade.

The young boy gently patting Luttrell’s back, trying to calm

him.

YOUNG BOY:

(whispering)

Shuuuu....shuuuuu

As Taraq with three Taliban fighters crest the cliff looking

down at the pond.

At Gulab and his three men. A young boy sitting on a rock.

A stare off as the armed Taliban look down at the unarmed

Gulab and his Villagers.

TARAQ TARAQ:

(not particularly Da kom kali yee?

friendly)

From what Village are you?

GULAB GULAB:

Peace be with you my brother Pa khair zma wrora, mong da

we are from Kandish. Kandish you.

TARAQ TARAQ:

And are you in Kandish true Aya Tasey da kandish khalgh

believers and correct in your rekhteney musalmanan yastey

thinking? ao da sahee fikrono khawandan

ye?

GULAB GULAB:

We are my brother. Aw baley zamaa rora.

112.

TARAQ TARAQ:

And have you or any of your

brothers seen the Americans

moving through these woods?

GULAB:

You are the only people wehave seen.

Taraq studies Gulab.

Looks closely.

TARAQ’s POV

Aya ta ya sta wronoo

americayan garzedal de largo

taraf ta da Amrecayano

ledely?

GULAB:

Tasey yawazaney khalk ye che

mong waledaley.

Luttrell’s blood on his right hand. A drop drips into thewater.

TARAQTARAQIs something wrong with your Aya sta lass Khog dey?

hand?

Gulab holds Taraq’s gaze. Doesn’t look at the blood.

GULAB:

We have been cutting treesall day my friend. Usuallythere is much more blood.

In the CREVASSE.

GULAB:

Dosta, Monga tola wraz waney

ghosawoo, Zyatara wakht zmong

lawsoona weeney kege.

Luttrell is freaking out. Hyperventilating.

The young boy keeps gently patting his back.

Taraq studies Gulab on more beat.

TARAQ:

If you see the Americans.

Tell us or we will take your

heads.

GULAB:

I understand.

TARAQ:

Peace be with you my brother.

TARAQ:

Ka taso americayan woledel.

Mong ta malomat rakey ao ka

na mong ba staso sarona ghos

kro.

GULAB:

Za pohegam.

TARAQ:

Zma wrora Allah de pa man ke

lara.

GULAB GULAB:

And may peace be with you as Allah de ta hum pa aman ke

well my brother. lare.

112A.

Taraq and his men take off. Hold on Gulab and his men a

couple of beats.

113.

Gulab signals to one man who quickly and silently moves up

the little cliff.

Signals that it is clear.

Gulab quickly moves to a very confused Luttrell, pulling him

out of the crevasse.

LUTTRELL:

Why are you helping me?

GULAB:

No Taliban.

On Luttrell as the Afghans quickly move him into the woods,

The little Afghan boy continues patting Luttrell’s leg for

comfort.

91 INT. BAGRAM AIR BASE. CJSOTF 91

Frantic activity as rescue teams are tracked. SEALs, Rangers,

Green Berets, Marines. Small tracking teams inserted allthroughout the area. Each assigned to different villages.

Tight on a map as we see the KANDISH village.

92 EXT. GULAB’S VILLAGE 92

Luttrell with Gulab and the Afghans being led into the small

village. He’s walking weak with an arm on Gulab’s shoulder,

the grenade still tight in right hand.

Luttrell’s POV:

The Village. Men women, children, animals all staring at this

Giant broken American. An alien entering their world.

Marcus staring back in equal confusion. Locking eyes with a

90 year old woman.

The young boy by his side points to the woman. Has a

conversation with her. Pointing to Marcus’s Texas leg.

93 INT. GULAB’S HOUSE 93

Luttrell laid down on a mattress.

GULAB:

We get Americans for you.

114.

LUTTRELL:

Do you know where to find the

Americans?

GULAB:

Yes, we know.

LUTTRELL:

Pen? Paper? Please.

A pen and note paper are produced. Luttrell scribbles a note.

Identifying himself, asking for assistance.

Gulab takes the note, gives it to his father, a fifty-eightyear-

old Afghan mountain man, strong muscle.

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