Three Kings Page #5

VIG:

One gold Rolex, I get a very fine

split level outside Jackson.

TROY:

My one problem, see, is the risk

here --

DOC:

What risk? We already did the

risk. I signed up last year to

bank some computer training--

TROY:

Tell me about it.

DOC:

Next thing I know I'm sitting here

waiting to get hit by a Scud. I

put my life on the line for what

purpose I'm not sure, and now the

good Lord puts this map in my

path --

TROY:

He could put a land mine in your

path if we try to find this

place --

DOC:

You're safe with me.

TROY:

Cuz you have a galactic plutonium

forcefield.

DOC:

I don't talk about it. But I do

have a ring of Jesus fire.

TROY:

You have a ring of Jesus fire.

DOC:

I was fire baptized.

VIG:

I was baptized in water.

DOC:

I'm fire baptized.

TROY:

I don't even know what water

baptism means.

DOC:

For those who understand, no

explanation is necessary; for

those who don't, no explanation

will suffice. You can benefit from

my Jesus ring if you do right by

me, you got that?

TROY:

OK.

CUT TO:

POV WALTER'S NIGHT VISION --

BLURRY IMAGE OF ARCHIE WALKING right up to Walter.

WALTER:

This tent is restricted --

ARCHIE GATES:

Get the f*** out of my way.

WALTER:

May day, may day --

CUT TO:

Troy and Doc scramble to put the maps under the table.

ARCHIE GATES:

Good afternoon.

He walks up to them.

ARCHIE GATES:

Would this be the proctology tent?

DOC:

Yes, sir, I mean, no, sir.

ARCHIE GATES:

Then maybe it's the urology tent.

TROY:

Captain's at a staff meeting.

ARCHIE GATES:

That's OK, I'm not looking for a

proctologist or a urologist I'm

looking for Sargeant Barlow.

Archie fixes his gaze on Troy, walks up, reaches under the

table, and takes the map, smells his fingers.

ARCHIE GATES:

You're on the path to truth when

you smell sh*t, isn't that what

they say?

VIG:

I don't recognize you, sir. Are

you in this division?

DOC:

He's not in this division. He's

Special Forces.

Troy and Vig are impressed.

DOC:

He's the guy taking Bill Smithson

around.

ARCHIE GATES:

And you would be the Three Wise

Men, right, Mappy, Slappy, and

Pappy --

He points in order to Doc, Vig, and Troy, who picks up his

family photo button.

ARCHIE GATES:

That leaves Cappy outside.

CUT TO:

Walter, outside the tent, practices blocking positions.

WALTER:

Damn. Freeze. Do not pass. Hold

it, freeze. Stop. Freeze.

CUT TO:

VIG:

His name is Walter.

ARCHIE GATES:

Did you good soldiers present this

map to Captain Van Meter?

TROY:

Not yet.

ARCHIE GATES:

Then I'll take it to him.

Troy stands and grabs the map.

TROY:

We'll take it to him. Sir.

ARCHIE GATES:

It won't do either of us any good

then, will it?

TROY:

He's our commander, sir. We'd have

to tell him you took it.

Both Troy and Archie hold the map, staring at each other.

Everyone is tense.

ARCHIE GATES:

It could be nothing but a sandy

love letter from one Eye-raqi to

another --

TROY:

It's a series of bunkers near

Karbala.

ARCHIE GATES:

Maybe.

TROY:

Not maybe, definitely. Recon

photos match the map.

ARCHIE GATES:

May I look at the goddamn map?

Troy lets go. Archie holds the map up to the light. He then

pours some of Doc's rubbing alcohol on the map, and holds it

to the light again. He puts the map on the table, turns the

light off and clicks on an infra-red flashlight he pulls out.

A completely different map appears in green markings.

VIG:

Dag.

ARCHIE GATES:

That's what makes Rangers badass,

we get the best flashlights.

They stare at the new map in the infrared glow, captivated.

ARCHIE GATES:

Still looks like a series of three

bunkers in three villages. A bit

farther to the west.

DOC:

Seventy-five klicks north.

ARCHIE GATES:

More like 65.

TROY:

Much closer to Karbala.

ARCHIE GATES:

Leave at dawn, back by lunch, not

a big deal. Of course --

He turns the overhead light back on.

ARCHIE GATES:

-- there could be nothing inside

but starving Arabs and stolen

watches, but I think it's worth

checking out, even if I have to do

it with clueless reservists like

you.

They look at him.

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