Three Kings Page #24

EXT. BUNKER

Iraqi soldiers fire a grenade that blows up right behind the

Rolls as Doc skids right up to a rear entrance of the bunker,

the grill touching the metal door. Doc parks, blockading the

rear door shut, and, with three Shiite riflemen, jumps out.

INT. INFINITI

A Shiite helps Vig wedge a piece of wood onto the gas pedal.

Vig suddenly grabs his hand in PAIN. The Shiite looks at him.

VIG:

Splinter.

SHIITE:

Come on.

EXT. INFINITI

Vig and the Shiite bail out of the moving Infiniti. Wads of

plastic explosive are taped to the grill of the car as it

speeds towards the bunker, then drifts to the side --

VIG:

Go straight, go straight --

He jumps up and down and points, but the Infiniti goes far to

the side of the bunker and explodes into some ruins. The two

guards point their guns at Vig and the Shiite and they run

into the desert as bullets pop around them.

EXT. RIGHT SIDE OF BUNKER

Archie skids the Mercedes to a halt on the right side of the

bunker, jumps out, slams the door, followed by Imam and the

two other Shiites.

They run toward the bunker, Archie with a wad of plastic

explosive and nails in one hand and a cigarette lighter in

the other. He HEARS the CHIRP of a car alarm being activated

as he runs to the bunker.

Imam finds a vent hole on the low facade of the bunker, pulls

off a grill. Archie lights a fuse sticking out of the plastic

explosive, and drops it into the vent.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY

Troy gags and spits, his front is covered in oil. The

Interrogator raises the bucket.

INTERROGATOR:

Are you feeling stable enough for

more?

An EXPLOSION elsewhere in the bunker causes the lights to

flicker out.

INT. BUNKER CORRIDOR

Iraqi soldiers scurry in the darkness with flashlights. They

go to the rear door, pile up in the dark, pushing.

EXT. REAR OF BUNKER

The parked Rolls Royce blockades the rear door.

EXT. SIDE OF BUNKER

Archie and Imam run back to the Mercedes, but the car is

locked, his pistol sits inside on the front seat. A GUNSHOT

from the bunker roof shatters the window of the Mercedes,

setting off THE CAR ALARM.

Archie reaches in, grabs his pistol, and bolts as a launched

grenade blows the Mercedes.

EXT. FRONT OF BUNKER - DAY

12 Iraqi soldiers pour out of the smoking bunker as 3 Shiite

riflemen with Doc fire on them. Two Iraqis go down, with only

the sound of bullets piercing their flesh.

6 Iraqis run for it, into the desert. 2 Iraqis throw their

hands up in surrender while 2 look ambivalent, one holds a

stack of new Levis. Doc raises a hand to stop his Shiite

gunmen from firing, but they fire anyway and 3 Iraqis fire

back -- the Shiite next to Doc is hit in the face.

DOC:

Stop shooting, what's the matter

with you?

He reaches out and holds the rifle of a Shiite. Everyone

stops firing, slowly the Iraqis drop their guns. Doc has WET

HIS PANTS.

Archie runs up from the right, grabs Doc's arm and they run

past surrendering Iraqi soldiers and into the front entrance.

of the bunker. Imam takes cover on the side of the bunker

while Shiites and Iraqis aim at each other.

Vig approaches cautiously from the desert, HEARS AN AIRCRAFT,

and looks up. An Iraqi helicopter comes in fast and opens

FIRE with MACHINE GUNS --

VIG:

Sh*t.

Vig runs toward the bunker for cover, but is cut off by

MACHINE GUN FIRE from THE CHOPPER. Shiites FIRE rifles up at

the chopper.

INT. IRAQI CHOPPER

Chips of metal and plastic fly off as bullets hit the

chopper. Arabic chatter is heard over a crackling radio.

POV - FROM INSIDE THE CHOPPER

100 feet below -- Vig and six remaining Shiite riflemen are

running into the desert away from the chopper.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

Vig and the six Shiites frantically search for cover.

The chopper FIRES and one of the Shiites running with Vig is

hit in the head, thrown by the force of the gunshot into Vig,

who goes down, faking it.

Vig lies face down, out of breath, with the dead Shiite on

top of him while the chopper hovers above.

VIG:

Jesus God, I don't wanna get hit,

please Jesus, watch over me --

INT. BUNKER

It is dimly lighted by a few mounted emergency lights.

Archie and Doc run down the empty stairs, through the big

main room -- it is empty. Archie goes down the right side,

kicks open a door --

It's the bathroom full of stolen stuff and cell phones --

Doc goes down the left side of the room -- kicks in a door --

a room full of Benneton sweaters in all colors.

Archie kicks in a door -- a room with shelves full of large

snow globes, thousands of them.

Doc kicks in a door -- a room cluttered with debris, but

there is another door at the far side of the room. He

approaches and kicks it repeatedly, without success.

Archie kicks in a door -- it is pitch black -- an emergency

light flickers on and off -- revealing the two Iraqi

torturers at the control table, where one tries to fix the

emergency light with a screwdriver --

In flickering light -- Archie SHOOTS one Iraqi guard squarely

in the chest, then the other -- the only SOUND IS THE GUN

POPPING and the BULLETS TEARING into their bodies.

Archie turns to the Interrogator, who stands next to Troy.

INTERROGATOR:

It's OK, buddy, we are just

talking now --

SLIGHTLY SLOW MOTION -- Archie shoots the Interrogator in the

thigh. THE ONLY SOUND IS GUN SHOOTING, FLESH TEARING --

Blood thinly splatters across Troy's face as the Interrogator

grimaces and falls to the floor. The light flicks on a few

beats, then off a few beats.

Archie rips the wires from the table controls, goes to Troy,

unhinges the wire from his jaw.

The Interrogator writhes in pain on the ground. Archie takes

the Interrogator's pistol, snaps open a knife, cuts the cord

binding Troy to the chair and gives Troy the pistol.

Troy sits, stained with oil, blood, tears. He gets up, looks

down at the interrogator on the floor, points the pistol into

the Interrogator's face.

The Interrogator stares at Troy, who stares back. Archie

watches, out of breath. Troy FIRES the gun just to the side

of the Interrogator's face, into the ground. The Interrogator

looks terrified, crying. Troy stares back, looks unhappy,

lowers the gun.

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