Three Kings Page #19

A SECOND IRAQI gestures defensively at a console that is

connected to the wire around Troy's jaw. A THIRD IRAQI

reaches forward and turns a dial. The SECOND IRAQI murmurs

defensively and turns the dial back.

INTERROGATOR:

Just figure it out.

The Interrogator turns back to Troy.

INTERROGATOR:

Are they coming to help the Shiite?

TROY:

No.

He is jolted again -- his face contorts, he bites his lip.

INTERROGATOR:

Tell the truth, dudesky. Save us

the big bummer.

Troy starts to cry, represses it. His lip is bleeding.

INTERROGATOR:

Does it hurt?

Troy says nothing.

INTERROGATOR:

I ask you question, bro.

TROY:

Yes, it hurts.

INTERROGATOR:

You bomb my family. Do you know

that?

Troy starts shaking slightly.

INTERROGATOR:

You blow up my home. The whole

street. My wife is crush by big

fahking block of concrete. She

lose her legs, bro, and she got

nice legs, too. Those legs cut off

now.

Emotion comes into the INTERROGATOR'S VOICE as he says this.

TROY:

(whispers)

That's horrible.

INTERROGATOR:

What?

TROY:

(whispers)

I said, that's horrible.

INTERROGATOR:

Oh, my God, buddy. I didn't even

told you the horrible part yet.

The other two guards listen sadly.

INTERROGATOR:

My son was kill in his bed. Did

you heard that, dude?

TROY:

Yes.

INTERROGATOR:

He is one years old. He is

asleeping with his toy doll when.

the bomb come. You see that guy

over there? He lose his daughter

same way:
big USA bomb.

CLOSE UP the two guards -- one of them wipes away a tear.

FANTASY - CONCRETE AND PLASTER

falls onto the bed of a sleeping child.

BACK TO THE SCENE

TROY:

I have a daughter.

INTERROGATOR:

Very nice for you, bro. She is

safe in Ohio without the bombs and

concrete and all this sh*t--

FANTASY - DARLENE

pushes a baby carriage down an idyllic tree-lined sidewalk.

INTERROGATOR (OS)

How old is she?

TROY (OS)

Ten days old.

INTERROGATOR (OS)

What's her name?

BACK TO THE SCENE

TROY:

Krystal.

INTERROGATOR:

What makes you decide to tell me

about Krystal, my main man?

TROY:

Because we're both fathers.

INTERROGATOR:

I'm not a father no more, dude,

remember? My son is dead now.

INT. LARGE ROOM OF MINARET - DAY

TWO DOZEN PEOPLE are laying down, being treated by SHIITE

CLERICS in black who squeeze aloe onto facial blisters.

At the end of the hall, Archie grits his teeth in pain as a

CLERIC uses a turkey baster to shoot alcohol into his

infected wound. Archie SCREAMS in pain.

Doc paces, exhaling; he has white ointment on his face.

DOC:

I'm OK. I'm cool. I'm a survivor.

A Shiite changes Vig's bloody bandage, while a DEAD BODY is

laid next to Vig and wrapped in cloths; two clerics chant.

VIG:

Is that guy dead? Where you gonna

put him?

SHIITE CLERIC:

A shrine.

VIG:

What kind of shrine ya'll got?

SHIITE CLERIC:

Shrine that wash 700 year of sin.

VIG:

Hey, that's a pretty good shrine,

right, Doc?

Doc stares at Vig.

VIG:

I'm sorry I hit you, man. I was

scared for Troy, I don't want

nothing to happen to him, he's my

friend. Doc? Come on, man, I know

you was comin' to help me --

Vig reaches out blindly for Doc's hand. Doc looks for a

moment at Vig's hand in the air, reaching, then takes it.

They remain silent for a moment, hands clasped.

VIG:

Maybe we got kicked out of the

ring of Jesus fire, on account of

stealing.

DOC:

That's not how it works.

VIG:

How does it work?

DOC:

I take care of what Jesus puts in

front of me. That's what we did

with the gold.

VIG:

What about now?

DOC:

I'm gonna see.

Archie walks up, his arm bandaged, and inspects Vig's face.

ARCHIE GATES:

How you doing, Conrad?

VIG:

I'm good to go, chief.

ARCHIE GATES:

Let's check the suitcases.

Archie, Doc, and Vig check the Vuitton suitcases, opening

them, looking at the gold, shutting them.

PAN TO children in bandages watch Archie inventory the gold.

DOC:

We're missing 28.

ARCHIE GATES:

That leaves 92 suitcases, five

bars each --

They think.

ARCHIE GATES:

23 million dollars. Not bad for a

disaster, provided we can find

Barlow, get back before dark and

not get busted.

He looks at Doc and Vig.

ARCHIE GATES:

It was my choice today. So you can

head back if you want. I'll find

Barlow myself.

DOC:

What about the gold?

ARCHIE GATES:

Take what you can carry. Try to

find a vehicle. Bury what you have

outside camp. Be careful about it.

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