Three Kings Page #13

Archie, Doc, and the Interrogator charge out of the bunker

with Vuitton luggage and put it onto the ox cart Troy has

rigged. Archie and Doc stop and stare in shock --

Soldiers 6 & 7 drag and beat Shiites; 5 wounded men and women

lie on the ground bleeding. A cuffed Iraqi Guard kneels with

a bleeding head. Five soldiers continue to encircle someone

(the Shiite woman). The Man In Glasses and the Little Girl

PRAY in ARABIC as they bow on the ground.

Troy and Vig stare back at Archie, looking tense.

The Iraqi Major greets the Interrogator warmly and they

embrace. Then the Major salutes Archie.

IRAQI MAJOR:

You take the Kuwaiti gold, yes?

ARCHIE GATES:

We take the Kuwaiti gold. Yes.

IRAQI MAJOR:

Saddam cannot keep.

ARCHIE GATES:

No, Saddam cannot keep.

IRAQI MAJOR:

Saddam have too many problem today.

ARCHIE GATES:

He certainly does.

Shiites run past throwing rocks at Iraqi soldiers 6 & 7 who

tackle and pummel them to the ground.

IRAQI MAJOR:

You need help to load?

ARCHIE GATES:

We can do it ourselves.

The Major turns and shouts --

IRAQI MAJOR:

Hazal jarat finan.

Iraqis 6 & 7 jog over. The soldiers are out of breath.

IRAQI MAJOR:

These man help you.

INTERROGATOR:

You go away fast from this

bullshit.

Archie looks at one soldier's hands.

CLOSE UP:
BLOOD on the Iraqi Soldier's knuckles and wrists.

PAN UP TO THE FACES of the Iraqi soldiers.

ARCHIE GATES:

Let's load up and get out of here.

INT. STAIRWELL

Iraqi Soldiers 6 & 7 carry suitcases up the narrow stairs.

EXT. BUNKER NUMBER TWO - DAY

Luggage is loaded into the Humvee and the cart while Troy

directs Iraqis 6 & 7; Doc and Vig help.

TROY:

Lay that one flat; OK, sideways --

ARCHIE GATES:

This isn't gonna work.

TROY:

Sure it is --

The cart collapses from the weight into a pile of broken wood.

The Vuitton bags roll onto the debris-cluttered ground, one

goes through a pool of blood. Doc picks the case up.

IRAQI MAJOR:

You need a truck.

ARCHIE GATES:

We'll rig two carts.

TROY:

Let's take the truck.

ARCHIE GATES:

We're not taking their truck.

TROY:

Why not?

IRAQI MAJOR:

We cooperate with peace accord.

Please take truck.

TROY:

Let's take the truck.

Archie looks vaguely disgusted.

Troy backs the truck up.

Vuitton hat cases are loaded into the back of the truck,

which is completely full.

Archie sits behind the wheel of the Humvee. Vig sits next to

him. Archie starts the engine. Iraqi 6 taps on the door of

the Humvee by way of saying goodbye. Archie nods.

The Iraqi Major points to the Shiite Woman.

IRAQI MAJOR:

Nazaran yafit haisul.

Archie watches as Iraqis 6 & 7 walk directly to the circle of

soldiers around the woman -- it is now clear she has been

raped. They pull her from the group, they stand the Woman in

an open area and shoot her dead.

Troy jerks slightly in his seat and turns away. Doc stares.

Archie bows his head to the steering wheel and leans there

for a second as Vig looks wide-eyed at the dead woman.

The Girl in arm casts screams. She is grabbed by the hair and

pulled away by an Iraqi soldier, but the Man In Glasses

punches him and takes the girl. The soldier chases them with

a knife and jabs at the man, cutting him, but not lethally.

Archie gets out of the Humvee and slams the door, walks

slowly toward the Iraqi soldiers.

ARCHIE GATES:

This has to stop.

The Iraqis look at him. The soldier with the knife continues

to slash the Man In Glasses.

INTERROGATOR:

You get your ass kick in a war, it

feel good to be strong again.

ARCHIE GATES:

What did you say?

IRAQI MAJOR:

You go now, please.

He salutes Archie.

ARCHIE GATES:

I don't think so. I'm sure you

know about the Geneva Convention,

right?

INTERROGATOR:

Geneva convention? You bomb my

house, man.

IRAQI MAJOR:

That Shiite man is leader of

uprising. He kill my man.

TROY:

Archie, let's stick to the plan,

sir. The plan is for gold, right?

DOC:

We can help them first, then be on

our way.

TROY:

No, we can't. It's not what we're

here for.

ARCHIE GATES:

How much?

IRAQI MAJOR:

What?

ARCHIE GATES:

How much gold do you want to let

these people come with us?

The Iraqi Major smiles. The Interrogator laughs.

INTERROGATOR:

Cannot do.

ARCHIE GATES:

What do you mean, cannot do? I'm

offering you a lot of money.

The Iraqi Major continues smiling.

IRAQI MAJOR:

Cannot let Shiite go --

INTERROGATOR:

Saddam kill us.

IRAQI MAJOR:

Saddam kill to me if we let them

go, OK? Now you go.

ARCHIE GATES:

Cover me.

TROY:

Jesus Christ, we can't save

everybody.

ARCHIE GATES:

Are you listening? I said cover me.

Troy and Doc stare at Archie, then Troy gets out of the

truck, Doc gets out of the Humvee, and they nervously point

their pistols. Troy points his gun at Iraqi 6, who has come

forward with a rifle; Doc points at Iraqi 7, who has also

come forward. To the rear, Iraqi 6 stands with a rifle, near

Iraqis 2,3,4 and the Sargeant stand over the eight

prone Shiite prisoners laying face down.

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