Militia Page #16
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are lifted.
Hanging.
Gannon's eyes dart between Noah, Olsen, and behind him, almost
like he's waiting for something...
Searching for any way to stop it. He closes his eyes...
Then they hear it...
A cell phone RINGING.
Sounding out and ECHOING off the walls.
Their eyes widen and stomachs drop.
OLSEN (CONT'D)
Who's got their phone?!
The men look at one another.
OLSEN (CONT'D)
Who the f***'s got their phone!?
The sound RICOCHETS off the wall like an echo chamber...
OLSEN (CONT'D)
Spread out! Now! Find it! Find it!
The men sprint down the aisles throughout the lumber
warehouse. The ringing filling the warehouse...
Olsen looks at Beckmann.
OLSEN (CONT'D)
Get upstairs! Now!
Beckmann runs. Olsen looks at Hubbel.
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OLSEN (CONT'D)
(points to Gannon)
Watch him!
Hubbel stays, gun on Gannon.
The phone rings out...
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE AISLE NUMBER ONE - NIGHT
Olsen searches high and low on the aisles of stacked wood...
The phone ringing in the distance...
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE AISLE NUMBER TWO - NIGHT
Keating searches on the next aisle over...
The phone ringing in the distance...
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
Gannon stares at Noah, clinging to life, paralyzed by Hubbel's
gun on him...
HUBBEL:
Always had a feeling about you,
Gannon.
The phone rings in the distance...
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE COMMUNICATIONS OFFICE - NIGHT
Beckmann enters. Sees the fish finder and the GPS...
Nothing. Clear. He looks out the window into the night.
Darkness. Nothing. Then he hears it:
'PING.'
A single solitary dot enters the radar screen. To the north.
Beckmann watches it. Sitting there. Not moving. Then...
It vanishes.
He lets out a sigh of relief. Puts his head down. He doesn't
see it...
A DARK SPOT ON THE THERMAL CAMERA.
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Then another. And another. And another. A cloud of dark spots
on the thermal camera rising up like a storm.
Cresting the hill like an army...
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE AISLE NUMBER TWO - NIGHT
Keating searches down the aisle. The 'RINGING' getting closer.
Keating stops. Listens...
He runs down the aisle toward the back entrance and sees it:
The saw dust pile. The ringing coming out from within it.
HUBBEL (V.O.)
You know where it is, don't you?
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
Gannon stares at Hubbel. His gun on Noah. The phone RINGING
in the distance...
HUBBEL:
Don't you?
Gannon nods. A beat.
GANNON:
I turned it on to bring them here.
They're coming. And I need you ready,
Hubbel. I need you ready for a war.
Hubbel watches Gannon. Assessing his sincerity. His gun still
on Noah. Hubbel lowers it...
HUBBEL:
How long do we have--
Gannon lunges at Hubbel's gun, knocks it out of his hand and
takes him down...
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE AISLE THREE - NIGHT
Olsen runs toward the end, the phone ring getting closer...
It stops.
Silent.
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INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
Gannon pummels Hubbel, Noah losing consciousness...
Gannon gets on top of Hubbel, pins his throat...
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE AISLES END - NIGHT
Olsen arrives and sees Keating stand over the sawdust pile.
The phone in his hand.
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
Gannon presses into Hubbel's throat with his forearm. All
his weight on it.
Hubbel's struggle slows. Stops. Bloodshot eyes go dim.
Gannon leaps up and drops Noah from the noose. Noah COUGHS
and GASPS as his lungs beg for air...
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE AISLES END - NIGHT
Olsen takes the phone from Keating.
Gannon's burner phone.
Its timer blinks: '0:00'
Olsen's eyes crossover into hate...
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE COMMUNICATIONS OFFICE - NIGHT
Beckmann's eye catches the spots on the thermal screen. He
looks up. Sees them coming.
His eyes widen as he almost falls out of the chair running...
EXT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE FRONT ENTRANCE - NIGHT
In the darkness of the woods. Silence. Then...
A MAN walks by us. Then ANOTHER.
A wall of SWAT OFFICERS descending on the warehouse...
GUNS up.
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INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
Gannon gets Noah up, Hubbel's body lying next to them.
GANNON:
Come on.
They stand and turn around to see Olsen and the others. Olsen
staring down at Hubbel's body. Gannon's phone in hand.
OLSEN:
The whole f***in' time.
Gannon holds still. Then moves in front of Noah, covers him.
Olsen walks to Gannon. Gun loaded, he c*cks the hammer back.
OLSEN (CONT'D)
You ruined us.
Raises it to Gannon's head. Gannon closes his eyes...
BECKMANN (O.S.)
THEY'RE OUTSIDE!
Olsen looks up to the communications office...
Beckmann stands outside it, looking down on them, white faced.
Then they hear it: Three, hollow, concussive THUMPS sound
out outside.
The men turn to the windows as they hear a HISSING sound
coming at them...
Getting louder and louder until...
Three TEAR GAS CANISTERS CRASH through the windows.
Olsen screams out as the tear gas fills the room...
OLSEN:
MASKS!
The members scatter to their lockers...
INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE ARMORY - NIGHT
Each member pulls out a Desert Storm hooded GAS MASK.
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INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN HALL - NIGHT
Gannon and Noah cough out in the main hall when Gannon grabs
him and pulls him in.
Gannon leads Noah through the SMOKE, coughing out any and
all air in his lungs. He searches through the fog until...
He hits the loading bay wall.
Sees the door to the outside not far off. He tracks along
the wall until he feels the door knob. Opens it.
Pulls Noah out and through...
EXT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE FRONT ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS
Gannon and Noah stumble out of the warehouse. SMOKE pouring
out the door.
The motion sensor light flashes ON.
Gannon pulls Noah along as they stand and look out and see
it in the new light...
A line of militarized POLICE. A firing squad.
Kneeled and prone and aiming at them and the warehouse.
The single halogen motion light outside the warehouse showing
Gannon and Noah just how many of them there are.
One of the cops motions with his assault rifle: 'Down.'
Gannon and Noah kneel. Hands behind their backs. Head bowed.
Then they hear it.
The loading bay wall behind them ROARS to life. The entire
side wall of the warehouse, rising.
Olsen. Keating. Beckmann. Morris. Covered in body armor.
Standing inside the loading dock door.
Guns up and pointed at the line of militarized police. Gannon
and Noah kneeling between the two groups.
The SWAT team pointed at the militia.
The militia pointed at the SWAT.
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GANNON:
Olsen. Don't do this.
Olsen moves up to gain a better vantage on the SWAT. The
others following behind him...
Gannon stares out at the line of SWAT. Monstrous looking...
GANNON (CONT'D)
Please...
Olsen keeps moving. Gannon's eyes close.
FLASHCUT-
The cop stands outside the loading bay windows of the
warehouse. The MOTION SENSOR LIGHT TRIGGERS...
ILLUMINATING the outside of the warehouse and the treeline...
We PUSH IN on the motion sensor light...
Gannon mouthing 'Thirty seconds?'
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