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Suddenly the massive SPOTLIGHT picks him out.
XANDER:
Sh*t!
The CHOPPER swoops down after him.
Its big GATLING GUNS turn, aiming right at him.
BRAAAAAAAAPPP! The guns cut loose, tearing up the ground
right behind him.
Xander sprints, the chopper after him like Cary Grant in
"North By Northwest", except instead of corn fields, Xander's
running through a field of HUGE MARIJUANA PLANTS.
Xander hits the deck and the chopper soars over him.
Xander cuts over a couple rows and hunkers down amongst the
plants.
All around him it's a chaos of Helicopters and GUNFIRE.
Two choppers attack the factory building, BLASTING it with
their guns. Narcos run terrified.
Xander notices a FAT PURPLE BUD on the plant right in front
XANDER:
I'm gonna need to hit the trees after
a night like this.
He tucks it-into his shirt and takes off through the POT
FOREST.
Xander finally spots a vehicle. It's a TRUCK LADEN WITH BAILS
OF COCAINE. He heads for it.
Then the SPOTLIGHT finds him again and the Chopper swings
around. The gatling guns RIP the plants to pieces all around
him.
Xander hauls ass, heading for the truck.
Bullets chew up the dirt all around him.
As the helicopter passes overhead, it's guns RAKE THE TRUCK.
There is a FLASH as the GAS TANK goes up.
WHOOOOPPHH! A SUPERNOVA OF FIRE AND HIGH-GRADE COKE erupts
into the night air.
Xander dives into a DRAINAGE DITCH. He tumbles down into
FILTHY WATER.
A powdery cloud washes over him, dusting the trees white.
Near him is a big DRAINPIPE leeching sewage. Xander crawls
inside.
The Chopper makes another pass overhead.
The big spotlight plays over the area, then moves on.
Xander gives a sigh of relief. He crawls out of the drainpipe.
JEEPS race by on the road right above him as MILITARY MEN
flood the compound. There's no going back.
Xander turns and makes his way along the tree line.
The chopper and gunfire are in the distance now. Things are
quieter here and he starts to relax. Bad idea.
As he goes by, one of the TREES moves.
He takes a few more steps and the grass he just walked on
EXPLODES UPWARDS. ARMS reach out, tackling Xander from behind.
Another TEAM of BLACK OPS SOLDIERS bursts from the weeds,
the bushes, all perfectly camouflaged like the landscape.
They fall on him like a curtain.
XANDER'S P.O.V. - Soldiers hold him down while a BLACK HOOD
is pulled over his head.
FADE TO BLACK.
As the MASSIVE HANGER DOORS CLOSE we can see CHOPPERS taking
off and landing. MEXICAN SOLDIERS load Jefe and his Narcos
onto a FEDERALE BUS. Virg resists and is BEATEN. T.J. can be
seen being loaded into an AMBULANCE.
The hanger doors slide shut with a THUD.
We see Xander's HANDS as the CHAINS are cut away.
Xander sits in a chair with the BLACK HOOD still over his
head. He blinks when the hood is torn off. A Black Ops Soldier
smirks as he walks away.
Xander looks around, sees the Black Ops Team unpacking some
STRANGE GEAR. Two of them are dumping bottles of a CLEAR
LIQUID into a RUSTY CLAWFOOT BATHTUB.
XANDER:
Nice of you to draw me a bath. Is it
Saturday already?
The Black Ops guys grin knowingly.
On the other side, Xander sees a FLIGHT CREW readying a
GULFSTREAM for travel. Gibbons steps up from behind him.
GIBBONS:
Congratulations, you've just graduated
at the head of your class.
XANDER:
You're a cold piece of work. You
almost got three people killed out
there.
GIBBONS:
Good thing you were there to save
the day. Come walk with me.
Xander gets up and Gibbons leads him on a stroll around the
GIBBONS:
You've really got me confused, Cage.
On the one hand you showed leadership,
courage under fire, a willingness to
protect men you hardly knew... and
on the other you have an arrest record
that pegs you as near sociopathic.
Help me out here. I'm not following
your evolution.
XANDER:
You want the cheap backstory? The
runaway mom, the suicide dad and the
foster homes? Gimme a break. You're
not interested in my past, you're
interested in my future as some kind
of spy.
GIBBONS:
You're perceptive too. I forgot to
add that to the list of surprises.
I'm with the National Security Agency.
And unlikely as it may sound, I need
your help.
XANDER:
I'm not interested. I've already got
a job.
GIBBONS:
You're an adrenaline junkie with one
foot in the penitentiary. You risk
your ass building a daredevil myth
that means nothing and you're not
getting any younger.
XANDER:
I plan on getting a lot older. And
playing spy games sounds like a quick
way to get yourself dead.
GIBBONS:
That's too bad. I thought a guy like
you would appreciate the challenge.
As they walk by the Black Ops guys, Xander sees they're
getting busy. One spreads out a plastic DROPCLOTH. Another
plugs in a BONE SAW.
XANDER:
What's this? You're gonna try to
scare me now?
Gibbons grabs a CHICKEN LEG from a guy eating lunch.
GIBBONS:
Do you know the reason why I try to
recruit guys like you? There's no
risk.
He tosses it into the tub. Instantly it starts to SIZZLE and
BUBBLE. The tub is full of ACID.
GIBBONS:
There's nobody back home who's gonna
ask questions if you just... disappear
for a while.
In seconds the entire leg has been consumed, leaving only a
oily cloud of residue.
Gibbons eyes him coldly, nailing the point home.
XANDER:
Now I'm the one who's nauseous. So
what's the deal? What do you need me
for?
GIBBONS:
There's some folks I want to keep
tabs on. Dirty, tattooed, uncivilized.
Your kind of people.
XANDER:
What do I get out of it?
GIBBONS:
If you find out what I want to know,
and if I'm able to successfully use
that information, you get to go back
to your degenerate little life. If
not, you take a bath.
XANDER:
You're one sick bastard. A sadist
with a badge looking to rope me in
to a suicide mission. I think no
matter which way I go I'm likely to
wind up face down on a sheet of
plastic. So here's my answer: kiss
my ass, Hop-along.
Gibbons kicks the back of Xander's leg and dumps him on his
ass. Gibbons was so quick, Xander never saw it coming.
The Black Ops guys clap and cheer, always interested in a
fight.
XANDER:
Not bad for a gimp.
GIBBONS:
What's with that "X" on the back of
your head? Does that mean you're
"extreme"? I've got some news for
you, Mr. X, you're a three time loser.
So maybe you should tattoo another
couple of X's on your head.
Xander gets up.
XANDER:
I'll take that under advisement.
Maybe I can be like you and lose a
leg for the old Stars and Bars. I
bet the flag's a great comfort every
time you need help climbing stairs.
Gibbons lunges and grabs Xander's throat in the vice-like
grip of his thumb and middle finger.
GIBBONS:
One twitch and my finger and thumb
will meet inside your esophagus.
Believe me, Mr. X, I've put foot to
ass for my country on many occasions
and I don't feel the urge to stop
just yet. So think carefully before
you tell me:
Is "kiss my ass, Hop-along" your final answer?
The fingers are so powerful that Xander is paralysed. He
looks over, sees the bone saw start revving.
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