Three Kings Page #21

Archie looks around. He sees Imam's daughter, other bandaged

children looking at him. A few mothers.

ARCHIE GATES:

Who's going?

IMAM:

Everyone but the priests. That's

55.

VIG:

F*** it. We'll find this place on

our own.

IMAM:

It's not on a map. You can look.

DOC:

Somebody else will take us.

Doc pulls gold bars from a case and holds them up

DOC:

Who will take us to Oasis bunker?

Fifty Shiites turn and look at him silently. Doc dumps a

whole suitcase of gold bars. Imam translates.

IMAM:

Jarat yalam fantam uraz.

People stare at the gold and say nothing.

IMAM:

I don't think so.

VIG:

This is a human life we're talking

about.

IMAM:

(laughs)

Tell me about it.

His daughter looks at him and laughs -- until her laughter

becomes scary, hysterical and Imam tries to hold her still

and she won't stop as Archie, Doc, Vig watch.

INT. OASIS BUNKER - DAY

CLOSE ON -- Head of a golf clubdriver: "Made in USA."

Interrogator holds the golf club near the head, paces.

INTERROGATOR:

I only join Saddam Hussein army to

make good living for family, good

car, good house, and now my son is

dead.

TROY:

I signed up for the extra cash,

too.

INTERROGATOR:

We got a lot in common, dude. I

got training and guns from America.

TROY:

Not from America.

INTERROGATOR:

Oh, yeah, specialist guys come to

Iraq, train us when we fight Iran.

TROY:

What did they train you in?

INTERROGATOR:

Weapons, sabotage. Interrogation.

TROY:

Great.

The Interrogator lights a Marlboro, exhales.

PUSH IN TO CLOSE UP on TROY'S FACE as the smoke envelopes him.

FANTASY -- INT. TROY'S BEDROOM - TORRANCE

Darlene looks up and beams as Troy walks into the room, they

embrace on the bed.

INTERROGATOR (O.S.)

So what we get from this dirty

Iraq war you and me, huh?

FANTASY - TROY

holds the naked baby against his naked chest.

TROY:

(whispers)

I don't know.

BACK TO SCENE:

INTERROGATOR:

(laughs)

You don't fahking know, right?! We

all scahmbag soldier who get

fahked, right?

TROY:

Right.

Interrogator laughs and takes a practice golf swing.

TROY:

So why are you doing this to me?

INTERROGATOR:

It's my job, man, for Saddam, just

like your job when you bomb my

house.

TROY:

It's not just a job, it still

matters what you do.

INTERROGATOR:

Bullshit. It's all a job.

TROY:

It still matters what you do, what

you're doing right now matters.

INTERROGATOR:

Bullshit.

TROY:

The art of war is not for killing

people, it's a stratagem to give

life to many with minimum

violence, minimum --

INTERROGATOR:

Then why you bomb my fahking house

and kill my son? Can you think how

it feels inside your heart if I

bomb your daughter?

FANTASY - SLOW MOTION - A MISSILE

silently destroys Troy's suburban house.

BACK TO SCENE:

TROY:

Worse than death --

INTERROGATOR:

It feels like this --

Holding the driver at the head, he raps the bridge of Troy's

nose.

TROY:

Don't --

INTERROGATOR:

Everyday, inside my heart --

He raps Troy's nose repeatedly to make his point.

INTERROGATOR:

Like this, like this, like this --

He breaks Troy's nose with a crack.

INT. MINARET

A rug is pulled off the old stone floor, a panel is lifted.

Old pistols and rifles are pulled out.

Doc and Vig load and handle the old pistols.

ARCHIE GATES:

Did we save anything from the

Humvee?

DOC:

This bag.

Archie pulls two of the colored footballs from the beat up

pack. He looks at Doc as if to say "Great."

LATER:

Archie's arm is in pain as he carefully wraps a thin layer of

light blue plastic explosive around a football, presses small

nails sideways into the plastique and inserts a fuse in the

end of the ball. Another ball-bomb just like it has already

been constructed.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

Archie leads a line of 55 Shiites across the desert. Everyone

carries at least one Vuitton bag. Imam carries his daughter.

VIG:

You got the same name as the tall

model who does David Bowie.

DOC:

That's Im-an, with an 'n.' He's

Imam with an 'm.'

VIG:

That's the same name.

DOC:

It's not the same name.

VIG:

Whatever. They're both attractive

names.

EXT. DESERT - LATER

Archie crouches low to the ground, moving quickly,

secretively. He turns and makes a hand signal to, Doc, 20

yards away, who turns and makes a hand signal to Vig.

HIGH WIDE SHOT:
A lone Iraqi military truck, mint condition.'

Archie, Vig, and Doc form a semicircle, surrounding the

truck. They are all 40 yards back from the truck.

ARCHIE GATES:

This is the United States Army.

Come out of the truck with your

weapons in the air.

No response. Suddenly Vig's pistol FIRES.

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