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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.
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.
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!
Narcos are shouting, running to and fro.
TRACER ROUNDS cut through the air. They are trying to repel
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
XANDER:
Go!
They jet off in opposite directions.
Xander books, running for all he's worth. His cuffed hands
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