Three Kings Page #8

ARCHIE GATES:

If you know how to make another

little hole in the chest to let

the air out, just like you would

with an overinflated tire.

They look at Archie, scared by this.

TROY:

Can we play the Beach Boys when we

go in?

DOC:

The goddamn Beach Boys.

TROY:

I'm not ashamed of liking the

Beach Boys. It calms me down.

Better than Mozart.

ARCHIE GATES:

Bach.

EXT. DESERT - DAY - HIGH WIDE SHOT

'I Get Around' by The Beach Boys BLASTS as the Humvee speeds

along. A big American flag flaps in the breeze from a pole at

the back of the Hummer.

The Humvee drives fast into the central square of a small

village of low, sand-colored stucco buildings and shanties.

Vig drives as the Humvee speeds around the town square,

zooming past scared Shiites in black robes, a few skinny

dogs, a few bewildered Iraqi soldiers.

VIG:

Where's the bunker?

ARCHIE GATES:

It should be right --

He studies the map and points to a decayed green building.

ARCHIE GATES:

There.

Vig jerks the wheel right. They drive fast.

ARCHIE GATES:

No -- there.

Archie points left. Vig jerks the wheel left, drives straight

toward a low cement building with two Iraqi soldiers in front.

Iraqi soldiers look scared as the Humvee drives up, like it's

going to hit them, and stops, flag fluttering in the breeze.

Vig stands and speaks into a megaphone.

VIG:

We are the Army of the United

States of America. We are here to

protect you. Remain calm.

Troy and Doc leap from the Humvee with pistols drawn and

their free hands held up in a 'halt' sign. The TWO IRAQI

GUARDS look stunned as Troy and Doc simply take their machine

guns and put the Iraqis face down on the ground. Troy and Doc

pull out plastic twist hand-cuffs, as used in urban riots.

Archie bounds forward holding up a thick white document.

ARCHIE GATES:

Orders from President Bush, step

aside.

Troy finishes handcuffing one of the Iraqi soldiers, as a

gaunt mother, with a baby in her arms, opens her blouse,

revealing her small breasts. Other peasants gather.

IRAQI MOTHER:

No milk. Baby milk.

Troy looks shocked until Archie suddenly pushes him past the

Iraqi mother and to the door of the bunker, which Doc holds.

INT. BUNKER - DAY

Five IRAQI SOLDIERS look disoriented and scared as they hold

their hands up in the air.

ARCHIE GATES:

Do not panic. Step outside --

EXT. BUNKER - DAY

VIG:

(into the megaphone)

We are here for your protection

and safety.

Iraqi women and children kiss Vig's feet.

The five Iraqi soldiers exit the bunker with their hands

raised, and the starved Shiite civilians spit and throw

stones at them while 'I Get Around' keeps playing.

VIG:

Ya'll be cool now, this is the

U.S. Marines in charge here.

INT. STAIRWELL - BUNKER

Archie runs down the narrow stairs of the bunker, followed by

Troy and Doc.

INT. BASEMENT OF BUNKER - DAY

Doc lashes an Iraqi's hands behind his back and cuffs him.

Troy shoots the door lock with his pistol. Then backs up and

gives it a running shoulder. The door doesn't budge.

TROY:

Sh*t.

He holds his shoulder in pain. Archie kicks the door

repeatedly. Troy joins him, it finally flies open.

TROY:

Freeze.

Troy is embraced by an Iraqi soldier, about 25.

FRIENDLY IRAQI:

I am love United States of

Freedom. I am hate Saddam.

Troy tries some karate moves, jerking his elbows to dislodge

the Iraqi from the bear hug --

TROY:

Ya -- ya -- ha --

Doc points his pistol in the Iraqi's face.

DOC:

Let him go.

The Iraqi throws his hands in the air.

FRIENDLY IRAQI:

No problem, my friend.

Archie goes to a series of WOODEN CRATES the size of file

cabinets, where Doc helps Archie take off his back pack.

Archie pulls out a bolt cutter and a pneumatic saw, both

attached to a small air tank - and opens the crate, which is

filled with hundreds of Kuwaiti passports.

FRIENDLY IRAQI:

You look for the chemical weapon?

TROY:

No. We look for the gold.

They use the power tools to open the second crate -- also

filled with hundreds of passports.

ARCHIE GATES:

Where's the gold?

FRIENDLY IRAQI:

They move the gold.

Archie pulls out the infrared map and shows it to the Iraqi,

who says nothing.

DOC:

Kill him.

ARCHIE GATES:

Not yet.

TROY:

Kill him now.

They point their guns. It's a show. Archie holds the map.

ARCHIE GATES:

Where?

FRIENDLY IRAQI:

(points to map)

This bunker. I'll take you.

EXT. BUNKER - DAY

FOUR NEW IRAQI SOLDIERS, armed with rifles, run from the far

side of the square and start shooting.

30 rock-throwing Shiite scatter at the gunfire. TWO MEN fall

to the ground as they are shot.

CHILD:

Ma-Maa.

Vig looks terrified as the crowd scatters, leaving him alone

as he points his big unloaded pistol. The soldiers point

their rifles as they come towards Vig, when suddenly two of

them look to the side and shout.

ARMED IRAQI SOLDIER

Ganan azwar!

PAN TO a shiny METAL TANKER TRUCK three hundred yards out,

bearing down fast on the village square.

The soldiers open fire on the truck.

INT - THE CAB OF THE TANKER TRUCK

The Shiite riding shotgun fires back, as the windshield

shatters on the truck. The driver is dead. The other Shiite

grabs the wheel.

BACK TO THE SCENE

Archie bursts out the front door, followed by Troy and Doc.

They freeze as --

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