The Ace of Spades Page #6
- Year:
- 1935
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Saddam grabs him by the arm.
SADDAM:
Get the tribes together.
BARZAN:
They’ll do it?
SADDAM:
They better. We gave them
everything. Weapons. Rifles...
BARZAN:
I’ll put it on the air. We'll get
him.
SERIES OF IMAGES - SWAMPS OF SOUTHERN IRAQ - NIGHT
TRIBES in different locations listen intently to the radio as
the Iraqi military describe the attempted coup and the need
to capture Kazzar. They offer a significant reward.
EXT. SWAMPS OF SOUTHERN IRAQ - ROAD - NIGHT
A caravan hastily travels down the dust-laden road. The
conditions force them off the road occasionally.
SUPER:
Swamps of Southern Iraq32
The caravan stops at an intersection littered with debris.
Suddenly they are surrounded by gun toting TRIBESMAN.
In the distance, helicopters fly low in their approach. They
draw closer with every second.
No one moves a muscle.
The HELICOPTERS come down hard, skids flex. SPECIAL FORCES
TROOPS jump out and run to the caravan, yelling as they
converge. They breach open each door.
KAZZAR, mid-40's, short, average build is found. He’s
scared, unsure -- captured.
Right away, the troops snatch him out of the truck.
KAZZAR:
(fast)
What--what did I do? What did I
do?
Kazzar tries to rationalize while being dragged in the sand.
SPECIAL FORCES SOLDIER
Do not move. Hussein will see you
shortly.
INT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - LATER
Bakr sits at his desk, shoulders slumped over displaying his
mood. The toll of another coup is too much to bear for him.
The door swings open as Saddam steps through. He sees defeat
in Bakr’s face upsets him greatly.
SADDAM:
What is wrong?
BAKR:
I cannot do this.
SADDAM:
Do what?
BAKR:
(waves his hands)
All of this.
SADDAM:
Of course you can. We are Ba'ath.
Bakr puts his hands to his eyes. Begins to cry.
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SADDAM (CONT’D)
Let us go back to your residence.
PRESIDENTIAL GARDEN - LATER
Bakr and Saddam stroll through a perfectly manicured garden.
Their talk is somber and their walk is at a snails pace.
BAKR:
I want to step down.
Saddam chuckles, trying his best to keep the situation light.
SADDAM:
I said the same thing to you many
times before but I stayed.
Bakr stops dead in his tracks to face Saddam.
BAKR:
This is different. I am
older...tired.
SADDAM:
And what would you have me do?
BAKR:
Stay...stay in the government.
SADDAM:
But--
BAKR:
No, I know how. I will slip out
quietly.
SADDAM:
And go where?
BAKR:
Away.
END FLASHBACK:
BACK TO INTERROGATION ROOM - SAME
KYLE:
That's when you knew you had the
upper hand.
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SADDAM:
That is absurd. He was my friend,
my family. I served him for over a
decade. Why is it when Bakr ruled
he was not called a dictator, but
after I take over they call me one.
No one was killed or assassinated
inside or out of Iraq. No one was
executed from the Ministries or out
of the leadership after I took
over, but I receive ridicule.
KYLE:
They’re many incidents that suggest
many people were killed. That’s
why these unanswered questions need
to be clarified, for the sake of
history.
SADDAM:
It is not enough to ask?
KYLE:
Then who else? Give me names?
SADDAM:
You have them shoved in other pens
around here. Ask.
INT. MEDICAL OFFICE - DAY
A MEDICAL OFFICER pulls vials of blood from a spinning
centrifuge. They’re labelled, “HUSSEIN”.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - MORNING
KYLE:
Would Shaykhli do anything?
SADDAM:
For who? Me? Ba'ath?
KYLE:
Any.
SADDAM:
I don't know. Ask him.
KYLE:
Was he a friend?
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SADDAM:
Yes--Yes. We go back even to our
days in Taji Prison.
KYLE:
He visited you?
SADDAM:
Yes. Our friendship grew over
time.
KYLE:
Enough of a friendship for you to
give him upper echelon positions?
SADDAM:
I didn't give him anything. We
were all young revolutionaries.
So, he got what he could handle.
When the work overcame an
individual's ability they were
replaced.
KYLE:
He was murdered in 1980, though.
That's a long way from appointment
to death.
SADDAM:
It is.
KYLE:
And he saved your life.
Saddam sits stone-faced while he waits for Kyle’s next move.
KYLE (CONT’D)
The night you were almost killed,
or at a minimum arrested, at your
house.
SADDAM:
I was never in danger.
BEGIN FLASHBACK:
INT. SHAYKHLI'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY
SHAYKHLI, 20's, plump and sweaty, controls a dirty black
smoke spewing sedan. It skids to a stop at Saddam's driveway
creating a tornado of dust in the yard.
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SUPER:
Saddam’s Residence - 1978SHAYKHLI:
(jittery)
Police? Who tipped them?
Saddam reaches to his side. Places his hand over his pistol.
SADDAM:
You stay here.
Saddam opens the clunky door.
EXT. SADDAM'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
Saddam’s dark gold-rimmed sunglasses scan the area. He
crosses over a patchy lawn enclosed by a simple fence to a
small overhang covering concrete steps.
Saddam glides smoothly up the stairs and KNOCKS.
INT./EXT. SADDAM’S HOUSE - SAME
The door abruptly opens and SLAMS against the interior wall.
A POLICE OFFICER stands like he owns the place.
Saddam stands, cool as a cucumber.
POLICE OFFICER 1
Don't move.
The police officer whips his machine gun from his side and
shoves it into Saddam's belly.
INT. SHAYKHLI'S CAR - MOMENTS LATER
Shaykhli JAMS the stick shift into gear and STOMPS on the
gas. Tires spin in a heap of dust. He’s as good as gone.
EXT. SADDAM'S HOUSE - SAME
Saddam's head spins around and glares at the cars getaway.
The Police Officer’s gun barrel sticks deeper into Saddam and
forces him to step back. They are practically nose to nose.
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SADDAM:
I am confused.
(looks around)
I am looking for Mohammed.
Saddam is playing him in order to set his trap.
END FLASHBACK:
BACK TO INTERROGATION ROOM - SAME
KYLE:
He left you?
Saddam fluffs it off as if it was no big deal.
SADDAM:
He was brave but I understood.
People react differently to certain
situations.
The cocky Saddam is back, making Kyle laugh inside.
KYLE:
No?
SADDAM:
No. Iraqi police do not kill
someone easily, unless their life
is seriously threatened. Plus
people in Iraq generally know each
other and their tribal influences.
It happens--
KYLE:
Violence?
SADDAM:
Tribes seek revenge.
BEGIN FLASHBACK:
EXT. SADDAM'S HOUSE - DAY
The Police Officer shadows Saddam to the driveway.
Saddam stealthily shuffles to the side. His arm is now out
of view as he moves his hand slowly to his side.
Saddam stops dead in his tracks and side-steps as gracefully
and DRAWS his pistol.
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