Three Kings Page #12

Doc and Troy, out of breath, empty their pockets of jewelry.

Archie opens another Vuitton suitcase and pushes it aside -

it's full of Kuwaiti passports.

When Doc opens the next suitcase, he freezes. Archie looks

over and freezes. Troy closes cuffs behind the Captain's back

and looks over his shoulder -- wide-eyed.

The very large Vuitton suitcase is filled with five-kilo

bricks of gold. They all stare. Troy picks one up.

TROY:

Is this five kilos?

Archie holds another brick.

ARCHIE GATES:

Yeah, that's five kilos.

TROY:

Five, six, seven, eight, there's

sixty bricks in this suitcase.

DOC:

Times 50K each --

TROY:

Three million dollars.

Archie opens another large Vuitton suitcase, and it is also

filled with sixty bars. Troy opens another suitcase, there's

another sixty bars. Doc opens another, another sixty bars.

They frantically check all of the suitcases. The handcuffed

Captain is crying.

ARCHIE GATES:

Ten suitcases; sixty bricks each.

That's thirty million dollars.

Archie, Doc and Troy look at each other in shock.

With effort, Doc and Troy help Archie pick up the heavy,

jumbo-sized suitcase sideways, like a table top.

TROY:

I'm gonna get a fleet of Lexus

convertibles in different colors.

DOC:

I told you Lexus doesn't make a

convertible.

TROY:

I'll bet you a Lexus they do.

DOC:

OK, you're on for a Lexus, but it

won't be a convertible.

Suddenly the suitcase rips apart and gold bars fall to the

floor; one lands on Troy's foot. He jumps in pain.

TROY:

Sh*t.

Archie, Troy, and Doc hoist another suitcase sideways and the

bricks rip through and fall to the floor --

ARCHIE GATES:

They didn't get it here in these

bags.

DOC:

The tensilary strength goes to 200

pounds.

TROY:

The what?

DOC:

Tensilary strength, it's what the

suitcase can hold.

ARCHIE GATES:

Why would you know that?

TROY:

He works at an airport.

DOC:

60 bars, 13 pounds each is like --

800 pounds. The smaller Vuittons

handle 65.

ARCHIE GATES:

You got any more luggage here?

The Interrogator looks at him.

INT. BUNKER BASEMENT - LATER

120 small, round, Vuitton overnight bags, laid out and

opened, cover the entire floor of the basement.

Troy and Doc finish putting 5 bars in each bag. Archie paces,

sweating, speedy like he's on cocaine.

ARCHIE GATES:

It's crazy to take it all, we're

not prepared for it. It's crazy

not to take it all, how can we

leave it?

Troy and Doc look nervous.

TROY:

What's the shipping plan?

ARCHIE GATES:

I told you that's handled.

TROY:

How is it handled? You have to

tell us now.

DOC:

Yeah, tell us now.

ARCHIE GATES:

(pacing)

I've got a friend, he's in French

Special Forces. He's gonna put it

in barrels filled with oil and

bury it. In a few weeks, he'll

drive it to Yanbu --

TROY:

Where's Yanbu?

ARCHIE GATES:

It's a port in Saudi.

SILENT FANTASY:

Havichon talks to an EGYPTIAN MAN in Lacoste sportswear

ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)

Where another friend will ship it

on a Turkish boat up the Red Sea

to Perpignan, where a French boat

will take it to Baltimore --

BACK TO THE SCENE

TROY:

I don't know about getting them to

Baltimore, but these hat boxes

ain't gonna fit in the Humvee.

ARCHIE GATES:

We need a trailer.

TROY:

OK, I'll call U-Haul in Karbala to

see what they have on the lot

today.

ARCHIE GATES:

See what you can get, Barlow.

INT. NARROW CEMENT STAIRCASE OF BUNKER

Troy runs up the stairs.

EXT. BUNKER - DAY

Troy runs out the front door.

TROY:

Conrad, we need a trailer --

The Iraqi Major stares coldly at Troy. Troy stares at the two

soldiers beating Shiites; five others clustered around the

woman on the ground.

VIG:

Did you get it? Troy, did you get

it?

TROY:

Yeah, we got it.

VIG:

Is it a lot?

TROY:

Yeah, it's a lot.

LATER:

Troy and Vig untangle, with difficulty, an ox cart from a

messy pile of old ox carts against a bombed out building.

Troy looks troubled --

TROY:

(under his breath)

'Little deuce coupe with a fiat

head mill, she'll walk a

Thunderbird like it's standin'

still --'

CLOSE UP A SHIITE MAN is smashed in the face with a club.

CLOSE UP TROY pulls a heavy chain from the Humvee.

TROY:

'She'll do a hundred and forty

with the top end floored --'

The Little Girl with arm casts is screaming while her father,

the Man In Glasses, tries to hold her.

Troy and Vig quickly chain the ox cart to the Humvee.

TROY:

'She's my little deuce coupe --'

INT. NARROW CEMENT STAIRCASE OF BUNKER

Archie, Doc, the Interrogator run up carrying Vuitton cases.

INT. UPSTAIRS ROOM OF BUNKER - DAY

They hurry past the huge poster of Saddam, the TVs playing

'Happy Days' and Rodney King, the many shelves of stereos,

etc., and past the soldiers lying face down, handcuffed.

EXT. BUNKER NUMBER TWO - DAY

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