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NARCO TERRORISTS run around with AK-47's.

Xander sneaks past EQUIPMENT covered in CAMOUFLAGE NETTING.

A squad of Narcos runs by and Xander makes his move.

He rounds another pile of equipment and comes right into the

HEADLIGHTS of a truck.

Narcos hop out and charge forward.

Xander raises his hands.

XANDER:

You boys are too good for me. Guess

I failed this one, huh?

They grab him and haul him away.

INT. TORTURE ROOM - NIGHT

We see a RUSTY MEAT HOOK. A CHAIN is wrapped around it.

Attached to the chain, his arms over his head, is Xander.

He's in the middle of a bleak looking room. There are

BLOODSTAINS on the wooden walls, the floor strewn with filthy

HAY.

Behind him against the wall Xander sees T.J. and Virg both

HOG-TIED.

XANDER:

So much for "every man for himself".

Nice to see you again, fellas.

T.J.

They really went all out on this

one. This is a pretty gnarly setup.

VIRG:

Check the table in the corner.

There's a BLOOD STAINED TOWEL COVERING a TABLE near the door.

XANDER:

This oughta be good.

Then they hear talking outside and the door is UNLOCKED.

A very nasty looking Marco comes in. By his look he's the

LEADER.

XANDER:

This must be el jefe. How's it goin'

jefe? Some weather we're havin'.

Narco Guards bring in one of their PARACHUTES and toss it on

the floor. They exit, closing the door behind them.

Jefe goes to the table throws back the towel. Beneath it are

HIDEOUS, BLOOD ENCRUSTED TORTURE DEVICES: a HACK SAW, a BOLT

CUTTERS, KNIVES, CHISELS, a BLOW TORCH.

XANDER:

What's on the menu tonight? The old

blowtorch-to-the-family jewels

routine, I'll bet. Hey, you want

roasted nuts, let's break out the

Planters.

T.J. and Virg both crack up. Jefe gives them a withering

look.

JEFE:

Do you know what we do with people

come round here? You know what we do

with people come in our business?

Jefe passes his hand over the various tools. He finally

settles on a crude MACHETE. He walks amongst them brandishing

it.

JEFE:

We cut the Achilles tendon. Your

feet flop around like a marionette.

You ain't walkin' nowhere no more.

Sound good, tough guy? Or maybe

instead you wanna tell me something.

He stops in front of Xander.

JEFE:

Whatchu doing here?

XANDER:

Oh, I don't know. It was an accident.

JEFE:

That's some accident, hombre. You

accidentally fall out of a plane in

the middle of the night and land up

in my back yard.

He BACKHANDS Xander across the face.

JEFE:

We seen this kind of parachutes

before, you know. U.S. Army. You got

some friends here, jump out with you

guys?

XANDER:

We're anti-social. We don't have any

friends.

Jefe SLAPS him again.

JEFE:

No friends, huh? That's funny, I

don't know no U.S. Army that comes

without no friends. That's cuz U.S.

Army is pussies. They always come

with the five hundred guys and the

helicopters and the see-in-the-dark

glasses. So don't you tell me you

all alone out here, my friend. You

bullshitting the wrong guy.

Xander looks over at T.J. and Virg.

XANDER:

Who's writing this dude's dialogue?

VIRG:

He's a pretty good actor, though.

T.J.

Makes the diner look like a sixth

grade play. He's even got them crazy

eyes.

JEFE:

You ain't begun to see crazy yet,

amigo.

XANDER:

We're on to the game, ese. You got

the fake blood splattered all over

the walls, you got your torture

tools... It's all very cute. But

come on, let's quit while you're

ahead. I'm only trying to save you a

beatin'.

JEFE:

You saving me? You talking pretty

tough for a guy got himself chained

to the ceiling.

XANDER:

(shrugs)

Alright. You wanna eat through a

tube, be my guest.

JEFE:

Now you're gonna make me enjoy this,

funny guy. Now I'm gonna take the

whole foot off. Whatchu think of

that?

A low THUMPING is heard outside. It's the sound of approaching

HELICOPTERS, lots of them.

Then the night ERUPTS in GUNFIRE. It sounds like a full scale

assault outside.

JEFE:

What's that, eh? I thought you didn't

have no friends!

Jefe goes into a fury. He SWINGS his machete at Xander's

legs.

Xander JUMPS UP, grabbing on to the chain above, and KICKS

Jefe in the chest.

Jefe falls back and Xander climbs up to the roof BEAM.

He grabs onto the beam with his legs and UNHOOKS his chain

from the meat hook.

He drops down, six feet of chain still hanging from his cuffed

wrists, and Jefe comes charging at him.

Xander dodges a few wild swings.

He grabs Jefe's PANT CUFF and dumps him on his ass.

Jefe scrambles to his feet, drawing his PISTOL.

Xander swings his chain and WHIPS the gun out of Jefe's hand.

With another swing he WRAPS the chain around Jefe's neck and

pulls it taught.

XANDER:

Keys. You got 'em?

Jefe nods, choking, and reaches into his pocket.

XANDER:

Hand 'em to me.

Instead Jefe hurls them out the window.

XANDER:

I hope you're getting paid extra for

this.

Xander jerks the chain, slamming Jefe head first into the

wall. Jefe drops, knocked out.

Outside it sounds like a full scale FIREFIGHT. Xander gets

the machete and CUTS the ropes holding T.J. and Virg.

Then a HAIL OF BULLETS sprays through the room.

All three guys hit the deck but T.J. gets shot. He clutches

his side, BLOOD all over his hands.

T.J.

I'm hit! I'm hit!

VIRG:

They're shooting for real! This is

all real.

Xander knows this is true.

XANDER:

Aw sh*t.

He checks out T.J.'s wound.

XANDER:

Help me with this guy.

VIRG:

It's like you said, every man for

himself.

Virg bolts for the door.

XANDER:

That only works if you're a man!

EXT. DRUG FARM - NIGHT

Narcos are shouting, running to and fro.

TRACER ROUNDS cut through the air. They are trying to repel

an UNSEEN ASSAULT FORCE.

Overhead SIX MILITARY HELICOPTERS buzz the compound like

Apocalypse Now, their NIGHT SUNS lighting up the place.

Xander comes out of the torture building holding T.J. in a

fireman's carry. His hands are still CUFFED, the length of

chain dragging.

Xander crouches behind some equipment, putting T.J. on the

ground.

XANDER:

You alright?

T.J.

I used to be a SEAL, it's not the

first time I've been shot. Thanks,

man.

XANDER:

Keep your head down, I'll be right

back. I'm gonna steal us some wheels.

Xander moves on, finds cover under the camouflage netting.

He can see Narcos shooting into the trees at the UNSEEN ENEMY.

Looking the other way, he spots Virg running back his way.

He's been corralled by one of the Helicopters.

He's zigzagging, trying to stay out of the beam of it's Night

Sun.

Xander darts out and GRABS him, pulling him under the

camouflage netting.

VIRG:

They're all over the place! What the

hell's going on?

XANDER:

Looks like we're in the middle of

the drug war.

The Helicopter lights up the camouflage netting.

They're pinned down.

XANDER:

Alright Mr. free-for-all, you go

that way, I'm gonna go this way.

They can't follow us both.

They squat down in runners stances, the helicopter kicking

up DUST all around them.

XANDER:

Go!

They jet off in opposite directions.

Xander books, running for all he's worth. His cuffed hands

and the dangling chain make it difficult.

He's heading straight into the FIELD OF POT PLANTS.

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