Three Kings Page #18
PACO:
What about Private Wogoman, Bill?
BILL SMITHSON:
Let's lay a few of these down
first. In three, two, and, I'm
being held captive in a gritty
suburb of Karbala, where Shiite
fundamentalists are rising up --
PAN TO Walter is stripped naked by Iraqi soldiers. Their
CONVERSATION is in ARABIC and SUBTITLED in ENGLISH.
IRAQI CAPTAIN:
You better not let that f***ing
reporter see you doing this.
IRAQI SARGEANT:
Hey, that's the CNN guy.
IRAQI CAPTAIN:
Wow. He's much shorter in person.
IRAQI CAPTAIN:
Get them out of here now.
LATER:
Walter sits on the bike, naked. Bill Smithson in the sidecar,
Paco in the back. Iraqi soldiers pull the tape out.
BILL SMITHSON:
At least let me keep the tape.
WALTER:
Could I have my helmet, please?
They hand him his socks.
WALTER:
Helmet. On my head.
They give Walter his helmet, with built-in radio headset.
EXT. U.S. COMPANY B CAMP - MESS AREA - DAY
GENERAL HORN:
Who's missing?
CAPTAIN VAN METER
Is Doc here?
The White Assistant shakes his head 'NO.'
CAPTAIN VAN METER
Doc's not here?
GENERAL HORN:
You don't know where one of your
own f***ing aides is?
CAPTAIN VAN METER
How about Barlow?
The White Assistant shakes his head 'NO.'
GENERAL HORN:
Check all the radio transmissions.
CAPTAIN VAN METER
I run a tight company, Ron. Don't
break my bails.
GENERAL HORN:
I'm not breaking your balls, Doug,
I want to find these guys.
INT. TUNNEL - DAY
Archie, Doc, Vig, and dozens of Shiites crouch as they walk
through the tunnel, single file.
Dissolve
They are still walking in the long tunnel.
Archie climbs out of a small mound in the desert, squints in
A strange minaret stretches skyward from the flat desert, 200
yards away. The minaret is made of yellow stone, it twists
150 feet into the air, like a twisting wedding cake.
Archie leads the others toward the minaret. No one is around,
except for a few black robes. Archie, Doc, and Vig enter the
old wooden doorway of the ancient Minaret.
A line of TEN CHILDREN with missing limbs and bandages stand
and watch Archie, Doc, and Vig enter. They make eye contact.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM, OASIS BUNKER - DAY
CLOSE UP:
the hands of an Iraqi soldier carefully wrap a bareINTERROGATOR:
(heavy accent)
What is your rank, bro?
TROY:
Master sargeant.
INTERROGATOR:
Your company?
TROY:
B Company, infantry, United States
Army.
The wire is wrapped under Troy's chin around his other ear.
INTERROGATOR:
My main man. Tell me something,
OK? What is problem with Michael
Jackson?
TROY:
What do you mean?
INTERROGATOR:
The King of Pop. 'I'm bad, I'm
bad, you know it --'
TROY:
Yeah, Michael Jackson.
INTERROGATOR:
He is fahking the small boys, man.
TROY:
What are you talking about?
INTERROGATOR:
He come to Egypt with the small
boys. I see picture in newspaper,
always he is with the small boys
in the hotel window. Hello with
the white glove. I am King of Pop
in my hotel with the small boys.
No girls. Just the boys.
TROY:
He likes kids.
INTERROGATOR:
Yeah, he like to fahk them up the
ass.
TROY:
Bullshit.
Troy is smashed in the face with a clipboard. He looks
angry, and like he could cry at the same time.
INTERROGATOR:
You are the blind bullshit, my
main man. It is so obvious he
like the small boy so he all the
time travel with them.
TROY:
Fine.
INTERROGATOR:
And if it really true? You say --
TROY:
I say it's sick.
INTERROGATOR:
That's because you got a sick
country, bro, you got no respect
for the children. That's why you
bomb them over here, right?
TROY:
I don't think so.
INTERROGATOR:
Michael Jackson is Pop King of
sick fahking country.
TROY:
Wrong.
Troy is smashed in the face with the clip board. Blood drips
from his nose.
INTERROGATOR:
Bullshit wrong, dude. A black man
make the skin white and the hair
straight. You know why?
TROY:
No.
INTERROGATOR:
Your sick fahking country make the
black man hate hisself, just like
you hate the Arab and the children
you bomb.
TROY:
I don't hate children.
INTERROGATOR:
Do they care, buddy?
TROY:
Does who care?
INTERROGATOR:
Do your army care about the Shiite
children? Do they come to help?
TROY:
No, they're not coming.
The Interrogator signals someone O.S. and suddenly voltage
races through the wire, causing Troy to gnash his teeth
together so hard they chip. He writhes in pain.
INTERROGATOR:
(in subtitles)
That seemed like too much volts.
You got to build it up slow.
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