Three Kings Page #7

TROY:

I gave you a better arc, Doc.

DOC:

What are you talking about?

TROY:

I threw the ball in a higher arc

that was easier for you to hit.

DOC:

Bullshit.

VIG:

Blacks make better receivers than

quarterbacks.

TROY:

Stop speaking right now, Conrad.

DOC:

Warren Moon is an excellent

quarterback.

VIG:

The Oilers have gone nowhere

behind Warren Moon.

DOC:

Randall Cunningham.

TROY:

Don't get down in the mud with

him, Doc.

VIG:

The Eagles will never get to the

Superbowl with him.

Archie moves his hand to the Bach.

DOC:

Doug Williams took the Redskins to

the Superbowl and won, OK?

TROY:

We can all agree there are many

excellent black quarterbacks.

Doc throws a ball. Vig fires his giant pistol twice and

misses.

DOC:

Hit it, you sorry-assed cracker --

VIG:

This gun's too heavy to shoot

one-handed like a movie star --

Vig fires:
blam, blam, bam. The Humvee stops abruptly.

ARCHIE GATES:

Shut the f*** up.

They sit in embarrassed silence; the joyous Bach choir plays.

EXT. DESERT DAY

No more music. Troy, Doc, and Vig stand spread apart. They

wear white anti-gas suits and hold pistols and drink from

plastic water bottles. A bomb crater is nearby, a wrecked,

burned truck to the side, a SKINNY COW meanders.

ARCHIE GATES:

When we pull up to the bunker, the

approach is something called

violence of action, which is

standard in special operations. It

means your movement is so fast and

decisive that the guards are

frozen and we haven't fired a

single shot.

Troy kicks at something in the sand -- and a decayed human

arm springs out, attached to a body with a half-rotted face.

TROY:

Sh*t.

ARCHIE GATES:

We dropped a lot of bombs out here

and we buried some guys alive --

VIG:

What do you mean?

ARCHIE GATES:

Bradleys with big plows cut

through the berms and covered the

trenches --

FANTASY - A HUGE PLOW

on the front of a Bradley pushes sand right TOWARD THE CAMERA

ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)

They had the option to surrender,

but they chose to die for their

country.

DOLLY INTO five terrified Iraqis, eyes open with fear, as the

sand rolls over them.

BACK TO THE SCENE

ARCHIE GATES:

Let's rehearse.

EXT. DESERT - LATER

They sit in the Humvee and hold their pistols ready.

ARCHIE GATES:

We'll say the cow is the primary

guard outside the bunker. We pull

up fast, and stop short.

TROY:

Got it.

ARCHIE GATES:

And -- Go.

The cow stares as the Humvee pulls up to it fast. Troy and

Doc jump out, pistols drawn, flank the cow --

The cow steps back, and explodes.

Troy and Doc stand splattered with cow entrails. The cow's

head lands with a thud on the hood of the Humvee.

ARCHIE GATES:

Who's hurt?

DOC:

It's all cow, I think.

VIG:

Yeah, it's all cow.

He picks cow entrails off himself.

DOC:

They said this was swept for mines.

ARCHIE GATES:

Mines are forever, Doc. They never

get all of 'em.

TROY:

(low murmur)

'If you could, help me Rhonda,

help help me Rhonda --'

Archie watches Troy.

ARCHIE GATES:

Did you guys see any action at all?

VIG:

Only night bombing on CNN, except

for Troy's supercool shooting that

guy in the neck--

Archie takes Vig's BIG PISTOL and EMPTIES THE SHELLS and puts

them into his pocket.

ARCHIE GATES:

Is sepsis cool?

VIG:

What's sepsis?

DOC:

Infection of the blood.

ARCHIE GATES:

As in septic tank, because that's

what happens when a bullet hits

you. The lead tears in there --

FANTASY - INT. STOMACH MUSCLE AND TISSUE

Slow motion, a bullet pierces flesh, makes a cavity --

ARCHIE GATES (O.S.)

Makes a cavity of dead tissue that

closes down in a convulsive motion

typical of all gunshot wounds. The

cavity fills up with bile and

bacteria and you're f***ed.

Bile fluid fills the cavity.

BACK TO THE SCENE

ARCHIE GATES:

But other than a wound that

blinds, paralyzes, or castrates,

the worst wound I've ever seen is

something called tension pneumo

thorax --

DOC:

I heard something about that --

VIG:

Tension pneumo what?

ARCHIE GATES:

A bullet, or a blade doesn't kill

you, but makes a little hole in

the lung, so every time you

breathe, a little air leaks into

the chest cavity, which starts to

fill up like a balloon. And that

balloon starts to push your organs

to the side, crushing your lung,

your liver, your heart. Your own

breathing kills you, one breath at

a time -- kinda like a job you

can't stand or a bad lie you once

told.

DOC:

That's not fatal, they can stop it.

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