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"Deadline"

By Sonny Dyon

Sonny Dyon
215 Summer Place Loop
Clermont, FL 34714
sonrod@hotmail.com
630.532.8761
FADE IN:

EXT. THE COLOMBIAN JUNGLE-1998

Several trucks form a convoy outside a drug warehouse. With


assembly-like precision men load the "cargo" into the trucks
and the trucks roll off down the road like clock work.

One man sits in a jeep watching as they roll by. He totes a


clipboard and scrawls notes tracking each truck.

Soldiers line the way and wave the trucks along.

The man in the jeep is suddenly uneasy. He begins to look


around the area, panicked.

EXT. THE COLOMBIAN JUNGLE-200 YARDS AWAY

A sniper perches perfectly still, peering at the man in the


jeep.

A small earpiece rests in his ear.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


X marks the spot...

COMMANDER (VO)
Duke, you are green to go...target
is hot.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Hello, Marco.

A single shot rings out scattering the birds in the area and
hitting the man in the jeep.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Goodbye, Marco.
(into the radio)
Marco has left the building. Take
the trucks.

Seconds pass and a large explosion rings out. One by one


the trucks explode into fiery balls.

The fire spreads into the jungle.

INT. A NEWS SET FROM THE MONITOR'S VIEW

A single monitor shows the fire burning in the Colombian jungle.


2.

PAMELA JONES(VO)
(over the video)
The fire raged for several hours
burning many acres of Colombian
rain forest.

INT. A NEWS SET FROM THE CAMERA'S VIEW-TWO SHOT

Two anchors sit side by side at the news desk. PAMELA JONES,
mid-thirties, short, kind of frumpy for TV--narrates over
the video. SAMMY DILLON, early-thirties, good looking,
square jawed, smart-ass sits next to her.

PAMELA JONES
The cause of the fire is still
unknown. Colombian Authorities
continue the investigation.

INT. A NEWS SET FROM THE CAMERAS VIEW-CENTER SHOT

SAMMY DILLON
In other news, plans for a U.S. led
drug interdiction center took
another hit today. The Panamanian
assembly vetoed the measure by a
large majority earlier on Ancon
Hill. The resolution would keep
several thousand U.S. troops
stationed on Howard Air Force Base
well past the December 31st, 1999
deadline. Panamanian President
Ernesto Balladaros has stated that
not a single U.S. soldier will
remain beyond the deadline.
President Balladaros is scheduled
to meet with Florida Senator James
Tate to discuss the issue later
this week.

INT. A NEWS SET FROM THE CAMERAS VIEW-THREE SHOT

The camera angle widens to reveal the weather guy along with
the other two anchors.

This is not a typical news set, this is AFRTS (Armed Forces


Radio and Television). This station is the Southern Command
Network (SCN) Panama and these are not typical anchors, they
are Military Broadcast Journalists.

They don normal civilian dress on camera(jacket and tie for


the males, jacket and blouse for the female).

SAMMY DILLON
(to camera)
And that's it for SCN News tonight.
3.

PAMELA JONES
(interrupting)
...and, with a heavy heart, I'd
like to tell you that this is
Sammy's last broadcast here with us
on SCN. Please join us in wishing
him the best as he heads back into
civilian life!

SAMMY DILLON
(touched)
Thanks, Pam.
(back to business)
More news is up next. For
Technical Sergeant Greg Hall and
Army Sergeant Pam Jones, for the
very last time here in Panama...I'm
Sammy Dillon,
(points at the camera
and winks)
Take care.

PAMELA JONES
Good night.

Camera zooms out and up comes newsie type theme song and we
see anchors happy-chatting on the set.

INT. CONTROL ROOM

The Technical Director, JEFF JOHNSON is on headsets. The


room is filled with a tape operator, an audio person and the
News Director-TODD SCOTT.

JEFF JOHNSON
(over head sets)
And we're clear, nice job guys.
Todd wants a quick meeting and then
we are outta here.

INT. NEWS SET

The anchors hang out, relaxed.

PAMELA JONES
(speaks with a Boston
accent now that the
cameras are off)
Wow! Did we surprise ya or what?
You looked like a retard out there
for a second.
4.

SAMMY DILLON
Yeah, I was not expecting that.
I'm gonna miss you guys, even you
Greggie.

GREG HALL
(smiling)
Thanks Sambo.

Jeff enters the news set and walks over to the desk, shaking
hands with Sammy.

The camera operators(HOLLY ANDRIZZI/MARK MITCHELL) and floor


director (MIKE ORTIZ) join them and everybody approaches the
anchor desk. The anchors remove their ear-pieces and mics.

Todd Scott also enters. He is mid-forty's, his head gleams


bald as a baby's ass and he sports a pit-stained white dress
shirt sans tie.

TODD SCOTT
Good job guys, nice cast. Woulda
been nice to know you were going to
go soft on me at the end their
Jones. What is this the Today Show?
(a beat-the wet blanket)
What happened with the Pet Tip?

HOLLY ANDRIZZI
(very Valley Girl)
I was like in a super hurry and I
thought it sounded fine upstairs, I
must not have checked it.
(to Sammy)
My bad.

MARK MITCHELL
No biggie. Shit happens.

Sammy gets up and starts loosening his tie. We see he's


wearing very colorful bermuda shorts underneath his jacket
and tie.

Pamela wears military camoflauge pants (Battle Dress


Uniforms-BDUs).

SAMMY DILLON
(frustrated)
Yeah, no biggie you guys aren't the
ones with your faces looking like
complete jack-asses every time
someone makes, like, a mistake.
5.

TODD SCOTT
Alright Sammy, settle down. It was
a good cast except that, so lets
not get pissy about it.

PAMELA JONES
Yeah, let's blow it off instead.
Aren't you thrilled to be movin' on?

SAMMY DILLON
(to Pam)
I hope whoever replaces me has a
lot of patience.
(to Todd)
Are we done yet? Some of us have
lives.

MIKE ORTIZ
What are you late for happy hour?

SAMMY DILLON
Screw you O.

TODD SCOTT
Enough! Yes we are done. Sammy I
need to see you in my office, NOW!

INT. INSIDE NEWS DIRECTOR'S OFFICE

Sammy and Todd heatedly discuss the show.

TODD SCOTT
What the hell's up with "I'm Sammy
Dillon"? What happened to
Technical Sergeant? You're not out
yet.

SAMMY DILLON
What's the difference? Do you
honestly think anyone in this
Godforsaken hole doesn't know me?

Todd shakes his head.

TODD SCOTT
You are amazing.

Sammy winks.

TODD SCOTT
Listen, I hate to ruin your jovial
mood, but I got good news and I got
bad news, pick your poison.
6.

SAMMY DILLON
(shakes his head)
Give me the good news. Everyone
asks for the bad, it's so passé.

TODD SCOTT
The good news is you're off Monday,
so you can begin your out-
processing a little early.

SAMMY DILLON
(frowning)
...and the bad?

Sammy grabs a picture of Todd's family off his desk and


starts looking at it while sitting on the corner.

TODD SCOTT
Well, the bad news is I need you to
work tomorrow.

Sammy gets up quickly slamming the picture down.

SAMMY DILLON
Todd! I've got shit to do this
weekend. Maybe you didn't get the
memo, but I am ten days and a wake-
up away from my promotion to Mister.

TODD SCOTT
I know. Everyone knows...you
haven't stopped talking about it
for six months. But, the last I
looked your ETS date is not for ten
days. You're not even really
starting out-processing until
Wednesday.

SAMMY DILLON
Yeah, God forbid I might get an
extra day off. Besides that, I've
got important plans
tonight...seriously.

Todd grabs the picture and straightens it back to where it was.

TODD SCOTT
Well, you had plans, now you are
going home and getting some sleep,
because you need to...

SAMMY DILLON
But...
7.

TODD SCOTT
(continuing)
YOU NEED to be at base-ops tomorrow.
Early, like oh-dark-thirty. This
story is very important, P.A. asked
for you specifically.

SAMMY DILLON
So I take it that's supposed to
make me feel better? What's the story?

TODD SCOTT
Special Operations is removing a
radar dish from a drug detachment
site somewhere in Colombia.

SAMMY DILLON
Colombia? Yeah, that would require
flying, correct? You know I'm not
that big on heights...

TODD SCOTT
Jesus Christ Sammy! You're in the
frigging Air Force. It does
require some flying...in the
air...thus the name. Besides, like
I said, P.A. asked for you
specifically.

SAMMY DILLON
Oh, now I get it.
(pauses and sits in a
chair in front of Todd)
This has nothing to do with me.
This is because of my security
clearance. Todd, come on. I did
that shit for five years, I can't
do it anymore.

TODD SCOTT
Sorry, this is coming from the bird,
so we've got no choice. You fly
out at zero-six-thirty.
(stands up and fakes
a golf swing)
Take some dramamine or chewing gum.
I need a couple interviews with the
guys at the base, shots of the
radar being pulled up, shiny happy
people...you know the drill.
8.

SAMMY DILLON
Damn it Todd! This is bullshit. I
can't believe you are going to
screw me on my last day. Why can't
Jeff get this alone?

TODD SCOTT
You know what? Jeff's not even
going. You're a one man band on
this one. No shooter, no make-up
lady and no bartender. Real simple,
grab your gear tonight and be there
tomorrow, on time and in uniform.
You do still own a uniform right?

Sammy gets up to leave.

SAMMY DILLON
I can dig one up. Why isn't Jeff
coming?

TODD SCOTT
Believe it or not, Jeff's not here
just to make you look good. That
hot shot Senator from Florida is
coming out here for a grip and grin
with Balladaros, and your buddy
drew the short straw.

SAMMY DILLON
Lucky him.

TODD SCOTT
(continuing)
Besides, there's only one seat on
the 130 and you drew that short straw.

SAMMY DILLON
Well, lucky me. Alright, so seven-
thirty, base ops, with my gear and
my ass IN UNIFORM... And what was
the bartender's name?

TODD SCOTT
Ha, frigging ha. Six-thirty, and
you better be there. I'm not
fucking around here. You're good
Sam, the people love you--the brass
loves you, but if you fuck this up,
you can kiss your little bar bye-bye.

SAMMY DILLON
I got it, I got it...
9.

Sammy slams the door shut. Todd shakes his head and kind of
laughs.

TODD SCOTT
You better!

INT. SAMMY'S HOUSE - A LITTLE LATER

Sammy, drained after the meeting, drags ass into his house
and heads for the bar. He picks up a bottle of Scotch and
pours it in a glass, no ice.

SAMMY DILLON
Here we go. Where have you been
all day buddy?

Sammy shuffles through some mail. Sips the drink.

SAMMY DILLON
Bills, fuck you. Alimony, fuck you.
This is all shit. Wait a second...Ed
McMahon?
(mocking Ed)
YESSS!!! And a big fuck you for Ed!

He raises his glass to toast Ed, takes a drink and sighs.

He looks at another piece of mail and his face goes cold.


We see that the letter is from a bank. He holds the letter
in his hands and fans it back and forth.

He walks over to the answering machine and plays his


messages, still fanning the letter.

ANSWERING MACHINE VOICE (VO)


You have two new messages. To play
the first message...

Sammy hits next message button, shaking his head.

ANSWERING MACHINE VOICE (VO)


Wednesday 2:30 P.M.

A.M.V.(EX-WIFE)
Sam, why are you doing this? Its
the sixth and I still haven't
received your check. Shit, I hate
having to call you like this. You
promised you'd...

He hits the delete button.

A.M.V.(VO)
Wednesday, 7:30 P.M.
10.

A.M.V.(CARL MURPHY)
(stereo-typical
Spanish accent a-la
Speedy Gonzalez)
Si...this message is for Sr. Sammy
Dillon. Sr. Dillon, tonight is the
magical night! Cervezas y chicas
para todo la noche.
(regular voice)
Dude, where are you? Hello???
Hello???
(pause)
Alright, if you're screening your
calls, I'm gonna lay the smack down
on your...

He hits the delete button again.

SAMMY DILLON
(laughing)
Moron.

A.M.V.(VO)
You have no more messages, all
messages will be deleted, to save
deleted message press...

The machine trails off. Sammy walks away and rips opens the
last letter. It's obviously bad news as he heads into the
living room, grabbing the scotch bottle on the way. He sits
down on the couch completely defeated and finishes reading
the letter. He takes the letter and folds it real tight,
placing it on an end table. Sighing loudly, he runs his
fingers through his hair and sits back, stunned.

He glances down at a picture of his ex-wife, and flips on


the tube.

WGN CUBS GAME (VO)


...two and two, Sosa waiting on
deck, here's the pitch...strike
three called. Elarton strikes out
Guiterrez. The Cubs do manage one
run on Eric Young's triple. So we
head to the ninth, Astros four,
Cubs three.
(some WGN commercial)

Phone rings, Sammy grabs a cordless, stuck in the couch


cushions.

INTERCUT between callers. Carl's location will not change


as the conversation goes on. He is INT. pacing around his
living room talking on a cordless phone.
11.

As he speaks he walks around on his tippy toes.

SAMMY DILLON
Hello?

CARL MURPHY(VO FAKE VOICE)


Hola? Hola?

SAMMY DILLON
(short, agitated)
Hey Carl, what's happening?

CARL MURPHY (VO)


What's the deal with tonight Sister?
(speaking with a lisp)
Do we have a date or what? I told
Kevin we'd meet him at Bacchus at
nine-thirty.

SAMMY DILLON
You know what, I'ma have to pass.
I just got thrown on a TDY tomorrow,
to Colombia.

CARL MURPHY (VO)


You got stuck on a TDY your last
weekend in the military, wow...your
boss is a dick.

SAMMY DILLON
No shit.

CARL MURPHY (VO)


Where to? Bogota?

SAMMY DILLON
I wish. It's some bullshit radar
removal crap. Secret squirrel stuff.

CARL MURPHY (VO)


Sounds like a hoot. You sound
really pissed, is something else wrong?

SAMMY DILLON
Yeah, I just got a letter from my
finance company and they're
declining my frigging loan extension.

CARL MURPHY
So what does that mean?
12.

SAMMY DILLON
Basically, it means that if I don't
find another source to give me a
hundred grand in the next two weeks,
I'm basically fucked. I won't be
able to open the bar.

CARL MURPHY
Holy shit! What are you gonna do?
Can you reapply?

SAMMY DILLON
I don't know. I'll have to call on
Monday, I'm sure they're closed.
SHIT! Man, I've been planning for
this damned thing for nearly three
years. Less than two weeks before
I open and now they're telling me
I'm closed.
(he sighs loudly)
Shit.

CARL MURPHY (VO)


How about this? I'll swing by and
get you in like half an hour, we'll
stop off at Tabaccos, I'll pick you
up a shtogie, and we'll meet Kevin
for a quickie. You'll be home by ten.

SAMMY DILLON
Screw that, man. I'm sorry but I
have to throw together a bag of
shit and I fly out at six-thirty.

CARL MURPHY (VO)


(interrupting)
I'll drive the mini-van.

SAMMY DILLON
(laughing)
Wow...very tempting. We'll go out
tomorrow night.

CARL MURPHY (VO)


I'll wear my tight white slacks.
(laughing)
Seriously, my wife and Celia are at
her mothers. Come on dude, I need
this! We gotta max out these times
while your ass is still on this
isthmus.

SAMMY DILLON
I know...
13.

CARL MURPHY (VO)


(continuing)
Kevins ditching a date with that
little honey of a waitress from the
Loop to go out with us tonight.

SAMMY DILLON
Man, I know, I know...alright screw
it. It's been a long fucking day.
Let's do it.

CARL MURPHY (VO)


Great, I'll see you in about half
an hour.

Sammy hangs up the phone, slams the rest of his drink and
walks out of the room.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE UP FROM BLACK

INT. SAMMY'S BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING

LOW LIGHT COMING FROM THE HALF OPEN BLINDS.

Alarm clock flashing/radio goes off FIVE-THIRTY. Sammy hits


the alarm.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE UP FROM BLACK

INT. SAMMY'S BEDROOM - A LITTLE LATER

A LITTLE MORE LIGHT COMING FROM THE HALF OPEN BLINDS.

Alarm clock radio going off/flashing SEVEN-TWENTY. Sammy


reaches over to hit it again.

Sammy peaks up at the clock and notices the time.

SAMMY DILLON
SHIT!!! Son of a bitch!

Sammy hustles out of bed, bare ass and all and bolts to the
bathroom.

EXT. SAMMY'S DRIVEWAY - MORNING

Sammy flies out of his driveway and cruises through the base.
14.

EXT. ALBROOK AIR FORCE STATION - MORNING

All the houses look alike, typical military installation.


Sammy rolls through the gate and onto a Panamanian highway.

EXT. PANAMANIAN STREETS - SAME TIME

Street vendors line the streets. Taxi cabs appear everywhere.

EXT. HOWARD AIR FORCE BASE - FRONT GATE - SAME TIME

A line of cars wait at the gate as the Security Police check


I.D.'s of everyone wanting to enter.

SAMMY DILLON
For Christ's sake lets go!

Sammy pulls up to the Security Policeman, who recognizes him.

GATE GUARD
Hey what's up Sammy D.?

SAMMY DILLON
(pauses, impatiently)
Yeah, hi...can I go or what?

Gate guard waves him through. Sammy points and winks.

GATE GUARD
What a dick!
(to the next car)
I.D.? Thanks, have a good one...I.D.?

Sammy screeches into the parking lot of base-ops.

INT. INSIDE BASE OPERATIONS-MORNING

Standard military office building, bland, sterile.

Sammy walks quickly down the hall and bumps into SENIOR
AIRMAN (SRA) DAVID SMOTHERS.

SRA DAVID SMOTHERS


(agitated)
Yo, I'm walking here.
(excited, recognizing
who it is)
Hey, Sammy D., What's up bro? What
choo doing here?

SAMMY DILLON
Sorry, brutha man. I'm in a bit of
a hurry, who's the Desk Sergeant today?
15.

SRA DAVID SMOTHERS


Staff Sergeant Rivera.

SAMMY DILLON
Marisol, cool. Listen, I gotta fly,
I'll be back by tomorrow...we'll
rap then.

SRA DAVID SMOTHERS


Cool, alright. Sammy, hey man,
"Take Care".

Smothers points and winks as he says this. This is Sammy's


signature sign-off.

INT. INSIDE BASE OPERATIONS BUILDING - A MEDIUM SIZED OFFICE

STAFF SERGEANT (SSGT) MARISOL RIVERA, a pretty girl in her


Air Force blue uniform works behind the counter at her
computer. In the background bellows Sammy's voice.

SAMMY DILLON
Well, if it isn't the most
beautiful site on two continents.
Hey baby doll, how are ya?

SSGT MARISOL RIVERA


Well, if it isn't Mr. News Man.
Hey thanks for calling me back last
week. What are you doing here?

SAMMY DILLON
Marisol...I need your help. Sorry
about last week. I had
some...ughh...issues. But, I
really wanted to call. I've just
been real busy, I'm sorry.

SSGT MARISOL RIVERA


Story of my life. What do you need
this time?

SAMMY DILLON
There was a flight headed to
Colombia this morning at six-thirty,
please tell me it was delayed or
there's another one...

Marisol clicks away on her keyboard.

SSGT MARISOL RIVERA


The flight this morning left at
zero-six-forty-five, right on
schedule unlike you.
(MORE)
16.

SSGT MARISOL RIVERA (CONT'D)


Let me check the log for any others.
I think we've got one going out
later today, so you may be in luck.

She types on her keyboard, searching for another flight.

SSGT MARISOL RIVERA


(continuing)
Here we go. Medivac C-130 leaving
at zero-nine-hundred. Oh shit,
nope...not this one big man. Stop
and drop flight.

SAMMY DILLON
So what? What the hell does that
mean? Can I get on or what?

SSGT MARISOL RIVERA


That means, they are not landing,
they're dropping off supplies by
parachute. Special ops guys, on
their way to somewhere "classified".
(she mocks the quoted "classified".)

SAMMY DILLON
Listen to me. I'm screwed, I was
supposed to be on that plane this
morning, but I, well, pick your
excuse. Doesn't matter, if I am
not knee deep in the Colombian shit
by lunch, I might as well take off
and head to Canada. Seriously,
I'll spend my last ten days in jail.

SSGT MARISOL RIVERA


Another night out with the boys?

SAMMY DILLON
You gonna help me or not?

SSGT MARISOL RIVERA


I'll see what I can I do. I have
no idea why I help you.

She begins to type on her keyboard again, Sammy leans into


her a little bit.

SAMMY DILLON
Listen, you hook me up and I'll
take you somewhere really nice
before I take off, and I'll even
pay this time.
17.

SSGT MARISOL RIVERA


Will you drive too?

SAMMY DILLON
Shit, I'll borrow Carl's mini-van,
whatever, just get me on that plane.

SSGT MARISOL RIVERA


You are gonna owe me BIG TIME!

EXT. ON THE FLIGHT LINE - SAME TIME

A C-130's props are blowing in the wind, lots of noise. The


Crew Chief talks on a brick (walkie-talkie). We see five
rough and tumble Special Forces Troops enter the plane, in
the background, Sammy checks out a notepad. He jots notes
and looks up at the plane.

The Crew Chief looks at him and waves him over. Sammy
closes the notepad and shakes his head.

SAMMY DILLON
Well, here we go again.

Sammy grabs his bag and heads towards the plane.

INT. INSIDE THE PLANE - SPECIAL FORCES SEATING AREA.

Cargo seats line the sides of the dimly lighted big bird.
Military ruck sacks rest underneath the canvas seats. A
CAMOUFLAGED HUMMER sits in the very rear of the plane.

Three soldiers stand around talking to each other.

STAFF SERGEANT (SSG) CHIP CARTER; black, mid to late


thirty's, excellent build.

STAFF SERGEANT (SSG) PETER ZALINSKI; white, early to mid


thirty's, medium build, from the South.

SERGEANT FIRST CLASS (SFC) MARION "GUY" MASTERSON; white,


early thirty's, good looking in a rugged way. He's a
country boy down to his drawl, but he's very street smart
and despite his age, make no mistake he is the leader of the
group.

SSG CHIP CARTER


So what the hell are we waiting on?
I thought this bird was leaving at
zero-nine-hundred?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Settle down Chipper. I'll talk to
the Captain, we'll see what the
deal is.
18.

SSG CHIP CARTER


Who's the light Colonel? He looks
familiar.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


No clue, never seen him before.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


He's a sniper. I think he's Delta.
I've worked with him before, not a
big fan, death follows him and not
the good kind.

SSG CHIP CARTER


I thought I saw that son of a bitch
before. I don't like this at all,
what the hell's he doing here?

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


What do you mean, death follows him
and not the good kind?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


The last time I worked with that
prick, three of our guys ended up
in ziplocks. We were on a simple
one off, and out of nowhere, a shit
storm erupted. We saw enough fire
to rouse the devil himself that day.
I took one right in the box.
(he points to his heart)
Thank God for Kevlar!
(sarcastically)
Miraculously, he escaped unharmed.

SSG CHIP CARTER


That's the cat from Mogadishu ain't it?

Guy nods slowly.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


So, why's he here? We got our
mission already?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Boys, I think our mission is about
to change.

On the other side of the plane, Sammy looks through his


equipment and glances up at the two ranking officers on the
plane. They are within ear shot and he tries not to listen
or at least not to look like he's listening.

CAPTAIN CHUCK GRIFFIN is in charge of the mission, he's very


young and relatively green at this job.
19.

He's a simple guy, easy going, but really defensive when it


comes to "his men". He speaks with LIEUTENANT COLONEL
MARCUS STONE. Stone is a real big, black dude. He's built
like a Sherman tank and extremely clean about his appearance,
right down to his meticulously pressed BDUs and his high-
gloss jungle boots.

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


Sir, I am not questioning your
mission here, I am simply wondering
why in the heck I was not informed
of your presence today.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Is there some kind of problem with
me working on this mission Captain?

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


No sir, like I already said, I just
don't like last minute changes in
plans and neither do my men.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Maybe your men should worry about
the soldiers on the other side of
the fence, and not their own.
(Chuck nods)
Tell them mission brief in ten minutes.

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


Is that all...sir?

LTC MARCUS STONE


YES, THAT IS ALL...Captain.

INT. INSIDE C-130 - SPECIAL FORCES SEATS.

Sammy sits on his cargo seat. He is obviously disturbed, he


has a terrible fear of heights and it is starting to show.

The rest of the special forces guys walk over to Sammy.

SAMMY DILLON
Hey, what's up fellas. I'm Sammy.

He throws his hand out...nobody takes it.

SSG CHIP CARTER


Sup?
(they all stare at him)
So what are you doing on our plane?
20.

SAMMY DILLON
(nervously)
Well, now all of a sudden it's your
plane. Ya see, brud man, I thought
it was an Air Force plane.
(he chuckles, no
reaction from the rest)
Actually, I was supposed to be on
an earlier flight, but I had a
small problem and well, it doesn't
really matter, the fact is I will
be out of your hair in about an
hour and a half.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I sure hope you know how to fly.

SAMMY DILLON
What's that supposed to mean?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


This bird isn't making any stops.
Tell you what though, we'll slow
down over the drop zone, and dump
you with the rest of this shit out
the back.

The men all laugh at this. Sammy does not find it funny.

SSG CHIP CARTER


Look on the bright side brud man,
at least we'll slow down.

SAMMY DILLON
Oh, is that how it is? Yeah?
We'll see.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Don't worry, we will see.

They walk away laughing.

SAMMY DILLON
Well, pleasant talking to you boys.
I'm sure you've got some word
puzzles to work on or something.
I'll be just over here if you guys
need any help with spelling, or
grammar, remember I before E.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Yeah, we'll see ya Sammy.
(winks and points)
"Take Care."
21.

The other guys laugh and high five, Sammy shakes his head as
the men walk away.

SAMMY DILLON
(under his breath)
Stupid ass spooks.

Sammy makes his way back to his little cove near his
equipment. He begins to write little tid-bits about what he
knows about the story. He looks towards the window, not
daring to look down.

SAMMY DILLON
Damn, I hate this shit.

INT. INSIDE C-130 - SPECIAL FORCES SEATS

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Well, color me impressed. We
actually got to meet a celebrity.

SSG CHIP CARTER


I used to listen to his radio show,
he was actually pretty damned funny.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Yeah, he was better on radio.
Regardless, he'll be out of our
hair in a bit, we need to
concentrate on the mission at hand.

INT. INSIDE C-130 - NEAR THE REAR OF THE PLANE.

Sammy talks with Stone in the background.

SAMMY DILLON
Colonel, I get the fact that I'm
crimping your plans. I'm just in a
real shitty situation, beg your
pardon, and I appreciate any thing
you can do.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Here's the deal: We're on a tight
schedule, but I am willing to alter
it so that we can get you to your
mission.

SAMMY DILLON
Cool.

LTC MARCUS STONE


(continuing)
But, you will owe me a favor...a
big one.
22.

SAMMY DILLON
Alright, sir. I can handle that.
You understand, I'm just not much
for that crazy skydiving shit. No
offense, just not too big on heights.

LTC MARCUS STONE


(remembering something)
Didn't you do do that story on
Colonel Brown's dismissal for
sexual harassment last year?

SAMMY DILLON
(surprised--bragging)
Yes sir. That was me. It actually
aired on all the stateside networks
direct as I cut it. Did you see it?

LTC MARCUS STONE


James was a close friend of mine.

SAMMY DILLON
(uncomfortable--backtracking)
Yeah, well...that situation sucked.
I felt sorry for him, I think he
was made a scapegoat because it was
such a hot issue. They needed a
fall guy.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Nice cover Sergeant.

INT. INSIDE C-130 - SPECIAL FORCES SEATS

The Special Forces guy's are gathered waiting for Stone.

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


What'd the "Golden Throat" have to say?

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


I saw the Colonel talking to him,
he's probably just on the ride for
a hop.

SSG CHIP CARTER


I'm sure the Colonel will brief us.

Stone walks up, the group all rises. He waves his hand.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Stay seated. Alright, listen up.
I know you guys are wondering why
I'm here.
(MORE)
23.

LTC MARCUS STONE (CONT'D)


To put it simply, your mission is
changing, YOUR target is still the
same, however, WE have acquired
another target.

Stone takes out a manila envelope with pictures in it and


begins to pass them around.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


So who's the dude?

LTC MARCUS STONE


His name is Reuben Martin', he is
the man in the Rosa Cartel.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


He was the chief rival to Mateo
Periera and his cartel. But, he's
not much of a player anymore though.
I heard he's in seclusion and now
with his son Marco out of the
picture...

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Thanks to you.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(he nods)
...I've heard he's getting out of
the import/export business all
together.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Good, I see you've done your
homework. Except, he's not
retiring to grow oranges or
anything, he actually went into a
different little venture. He's now
dabbling in arms sales.

SSG CHIP CARTER


Well, we all need change. So, how
do we tie him in with our target?

LTC MARCUS STONE


You don't. Martin is mine.

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


Basically, we are changing our
itinerary. First we go with the
Colonel and drop Mr. Martin. Then
we surf down the coast to our
target. Pete give the brief.
24.

Griffin hands another set of pictures to Peter Zalinski.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Our target is Carlo Colon. A
rising star in the Pereira Cartel...

EXT. MATEO PEREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND - INSIDE ON A PATIO VERANDA

Mateo Periera sits at a table reading the Miami Herald. A


beautiful girl swims in the pool. Two armed men camp out
near the doors.

Mateo throws the paper down on the table revealing a


headline with Panamanians holding signs that say "Gringo go
home!"

MATEO PEREIRA
The Panamanians just don't get it.

Lela Pereira climbs out of the pool, she is a knock-out.


She walks over to Mateo and gives him a kiss on the head.

MATEO PEREIRA
Angel, do they really believe
they'll be able to handle the
country without the help of the
gracious Americans?

LELA PEREIRA
Papa, they just want to be free.
Why do you care what the newspapers
say? You know that with our
friend's help they will build the
center anyway.

MATEO PEREIRA
I know nothing, my angel. I do not
trust this man. He is a politician.
I am a business man. I don't trust
him, not one bit.

LELA PEREIRA
Why are you so troubled papa?

MATEO PEREIRA
I am not fond of his methods. This
stunt in the jungle is only going
to bring more attention on me.

LELA PEREIRA
Papa, it is much too late to worry
about that, what's done is done.
25.

INT. INSIDE C-130 - SPECIAL FORCES SEATS

The men still discuss the mission.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Exactly. One more stop, one more
body. We all go home happy.
Alright, we've got about two hours
before we touch down in
Arrarraquarra. Go relax

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Why are we touching down? I
thought we were pulling a drive by?

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


Yeah, that changed when we caught
Mr. TV. That's alright, we'll need
to get some more fuel since we're
making the extra stop.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Okay, enough chat. Go relax a bit.

INT. INSIDE C-130 - THIRTY MINUTES LATER

On one end of the plane, Sammy is sound asleep. On the other


end, the other guys sit silently, hats pulled down over
their eyes.

Guy makes his way towards the back of the plane. He sees
Stone with his back to him holding one of the parachute packs.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


What are you doing?

LTC MARCUS STONE


I'm just ops checking the gear,
can't be too careful.
(a beat)
You look real familiar to me,
didn't we work together before?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Mogadishu, 1994.

LTC MARCUS STONE


(excitedly)
Oh yeah, that was crazy.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(somberly)
I lost three very close friends
that day.
26.

LTC MARCUS STONE


That's right. Man, that whole
operation was fucked up. A good
friend of mine ate it there too.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Yeah. So, how's the gear?
Everything five by five? I'd hate
to run into another accident.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Looks good. It's all fine.

Guy stands there staring at him.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Do you have something to say Sergeant?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(through gritted teeth)
No sir, nothing at all.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Alright, then get back to your seat
and buckle up son, we're gonna land
soon.

INT. INSIDE C-130 - TWENTY MINUTES LATER

Chip and Chuck sit on the floor packing up their bags.

SSG CHIP CARTER


Fuck Emmitt Smith! Sweetness was
the greatest ever...you're just too
young.

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


What about Barry Sanders?

The plane suddenly takes a huge dip.

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


What the hell was that?

Another huge dip and the guys all get tossed. Sammy gets
knocked to the floor and tries to gain his composure.

Guy grabs onto the webbing.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Shit! Get up, what the hell's
going on? Why are we dropping?

The men all rise quickly.


27.

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


(panicking)
I'm checking the cock-pit. Where's
the Colonel?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


What the hell?

Sammy yells across the plane.

SAMMY DILLON
(yelling)
What's going on? Why are we dropping?

Griffin rushes in, yelling.

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


Get your chutes, we gotta fly. The
pilots are eighty-six. Where the
fuck is Stone?

Guys are grabbing parachutes, weapons and their bags. Guy


grabs the bottom two chutes one for him and one for Sammy
and walks towards Sammy.

SSG CHIP CARTER


Goddamn that Uncle Tom mother fucker.

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


Alright, less chat more pack, we
need to get the hell off this bird,
like yesterday.

Sammy makes his way slowly over to the back of the plane.
Guy hits the button and the rear door of the plane begins to
slowly open. The air pressure begins to suck.

SAMMY DILLON
(loud-confused)
What are you talking about, where
are we going?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


No time to explain Dan Rather, take
this and get to the door.
(to Chuck)
Where's Pete?

CPT CHUCK GRIFFIN


No clue, he must've bailed already.
We'll catch up on the ground.
Let's go.
28.

Griffin hits the door and Carter follows behind. Sammy


stands by the door with Guy, he looks out the door and sees
the others free-falling. He stands completely frozen. The
expression on his face tells it all, he is struck pale with
fear.

SAMMY DILLON
Oh damn, man I can't do this.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Get over to that door and jump or
I'm gonna throw you off this plane.

SAMMY DILLON
Give me a sec, you go first. I'm
right behind you.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Fine. Remember, you've got about
two minutes and it'll be too late.
Get your head right and get out.
See this gauge?

Sammy nods.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


This tells you how high you are.
When you reach two thousand feet,
pull this cord. If this cord
doesn't work, pull your emergency.

SAMMY DILLON
What if that doesn't work?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You a fan of God?

SAMMY DILLON
Yes sir!

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(cynically)
Well then...good news if both
chutes fail, you get to meet him.
I'm outta here, I'll see you on the
ground. Land loose. We'll find
you, so stay put.

He jumps out the door. Sammy grabs his gear and scrambles
to put the chute on. At this moment the plane begins to
dive hard. Sammy falls and drops the chute, which slides to
the end of the plane and out the door.
29.

Stumbling, Sammy slides as well and catches on the front


tires of the jeep. He looks around and sees two cables
locked to cotter pins holding the Hummer down. The plane
continues it's dive, picking up speed. Sammy slides
backwards again with the momentum and barely grabs onto the
nearest cotter pin. Looking around, in desperation he grabs
onto a heavy cable connected to the cotter pin and pulls the
pin out from the floor. He repeats the process with the
other pin and climbs into the front seat of the Hummer.
Without the pins locking it down, the Hummer starts to slide
forward, Sammy puts his foot on the clutch and jams the
Hummer in gear and flies quickly out the back of the C-130.

EXT.-THE SKY ABOVE THE JUNGLE-EARLY MORNING

Falling quickly, Sammy stares at the gauges on the console


and a bright red trigger stands out on the dashboard. He
squeezes the trigger and two huge parachutes open suddenly,
snapping the humvee upward and nearly knocking Sammy out the
top. He clutches onto his seatbelt, and stares straight
ahead, too frightened to look down. The big jeep descends
slowly towards the jungle.

As Sammy floats down, off in the distance Chip Carter pulls


his cord...nothing, he yanks his emergency cord, again, nothing.

He flails helplessly.

SSG CHIP CARTER


(screaming)
Aghhh!!!

Chuck Griffin meets the same result.

Above them we see Guy. He frantically reaches down for his


rip cord, closes his eyes and yanks at it. After a the
longest second of all time, the chute springs open hurling
him upward. As he falls slowly, he stares desperately
towards his friends and watches hopelessly as the plunge to
their deaths.

EXT. THE COLOMBIAN JUNGLE-SAME TIME

The serene silence of the rain forest is pierced by the


screams of Chip Carter. His body rips through the jungle
canopy crashing suddenly, silently onto the jungle floor.

The silence is short lived, Chuck Griffin cracks through the


tops of the trees, seemingly hitting every branch until he
lands directly on a small broken limb six feet from the
ground which pierces through him, putting a swift exclamation
point on his painful demise.

Guy glides slowly towards the jungle, his chute carries him
to a small opening.
30.

He tries to navigate into the clearing, but gets caught up


in a tangle of banana trees twenty feet off the ground.

He hangs in stunned solitude for a few seconds desperate to


catch his breath.

He checks below, swallows hard and releases his chute.


Dropping like a stone in the wind, he screams...

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(yelling)
OH SHIT!!!

Silence suddenly takes over again. Guy lies on the jungle


floor staring up, wide-eyed, still as can be.

Again, the silence is short-lived. Sammy holds on for his


life, screaming like a school girl as the Hummer crashes
thru the forest canopy, landing in a large group of trees.
The parachutes slowly float down on Sammy who wrestles them
off. The Hummer rests tenuously. Sammy attempts to take
his seatbelt off and the hummer shifts.

He freezes.

After a few seconds he tries to climb out of the hummer


again, each step making the big jeep shift more. A large
cracking sound thunders out and the hummer starts dropping.
Sammy grabs onto a branch as the jeep flies to the ground a
hundred feet below. Hanging on for dear life, his branch
starts cracking. Before it breaks Sammy swings himself
towards a more stable branch. He nearly misses before
getting a fragile grip on his new life-line. He hangs for
awhile, breathing like a marathon runner and sweating like a
whore in church.

Just when he thinks he's safe, he suddenly loses his grip


and drops twenty feet onto a group of branches. He starts
climbing down, branch by branch. About fifteen feet off the
ground, he slips and falls onto his back on the jungle floor.

EXT. IN THE JUNGLE - CLOSE BY

Guy walks stealthfully through the jungle, he examines


everywhere looking for any sign of his friends. He sees
Chip Carter's lifeless body sprawled out on a pile of leaves
and branches.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Goddamn it. Chip?

He reaches down and checks his pulse, feeling nothing he


yanks the dogtags off of his friend. He takes one and puts
it in his shirt pocket, the other he puts in his friends
mouth. He shakes and breathes heavily but never actually cries.
31.

He continues to look around his friend. He reaches in his


ruck sack and takes out a small pack of ammo clips.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Godspeed man, Godspeed.

He walks away from his friend and sees Sammy Dillon lying
down and barely moving. He reaches down and grabs him.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


My friend is dead and you're gonna
tell me why!

SAMMY DILLON
What the hell are you talking about?
Put me down. I think I broke my
damned back.

Guy throws Sammy to the ground and pulls his gun off his back.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


If I don't get some answers, like
yesterday, I'm gonna break more
than your back.

SAMMY DILLON
Are you insane? Do you think I was
involved in this? Why? What the
hell would I have to gain and why
the fuck would I still be here
laying on this fucking wet-ass ground?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I don't know. What I do know is
this: Our mission was set, it
changed when you boarded my bird.

SAMMY DILLON
No, I didn't change your mission.
Your buddy Colonel Stone changed it.
Think about it, you're not stupid,
it doesn't make sense.

Guy just stares at him and then walks away.

SAMMY DILLON
Hey, where are you going?

Sammy gets up.

SAMMY DILLON
(continuing)
Hold up a second.
32.

Guy continues to walk. He heads towards the hanging body of


Chuck Griffin. Sammy follows behind him.

SAMMY DILLON
What are you doing?
(noticing the body)
He's dead too? What the hell
happened up there?

Sammy stops about fifteen feet behind Guy. Guy walks to his
friend and shakes his head. He grabs his dogtags, rips them
off his friend and repeats the ritual. Sammy walks towards him.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I trained him. He was only twenty-
five years old.

SAMMY DILLON
What's going on? Why didn't their
parachutes open?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(no response)

The two men plod through through the jungle. Guy leads
quickly while Sammy tags along behind like your little
brother going to the park.

SAMMY DILLON
Where are we going?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I need to find Pete. I don't know
what the hell's going on.

SAMMY DILLON
What do you mean, you don't know?
You're an expert in this shit,
right? Isn't this your job?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


If you don't shut up, I'm gonna get
where ever I'm going a lot faster,
because I won't be draggin' you
behind me. UNDERSTOOD?

INT. A NEWS SET FROM THE CAMERA'S VIEW-TWO SHOT

Two female news anchors sit at the desk.


33.

HOLLY ANDRIZZI
The United States today pulled out
all stops in the combined efforts
for a continued post two thousand
U.S. presence here in Panama.

PAMELA JONES
They sure did Holly. Florida
Senator James Tate met with
Panamanian President Ernesto
Balladaros on Ancon Hill just hours
ago.

She turns to face another camera.

INT. A NEWS SET FROM THE CAMERA'S VIEW-CENTER SHOT

PAMELA JONES
The two statesmen met for over
three hours today and while no
decision has been formally made,
Senator Tate sounded optimistic.

CUT TO VIDEO SOUNDBITE: SENATOR JAMES TATE

SENATOR JAMES TATE


There are several issues that still
need to be hammered out, but yes, I
feel very confident. President
Balladaros is a very smart man and
a great leader and I believe, in
the end he will do what he feels is
best for the people of this
beautiful country.

INT. A NEWS SET FROM THE MONITOR'S VIEW-TWO SHOT

PAMELA JONES
We will definitely monitor this
story closely. Stay tuned to SCN
news for the latest on the treaty
implementation talks.

HOLLY ANDRIZZI
Definitely. Well, keep it here,
after the break we'll show you what
one man stooped to in order to
place a personal ad.

PAMELA JONES
Plus, we'll have Greg Hall's
extended forecast, all that and
more, next on SCN News.
34.

The Camera zooms out. Todd Scott walks somberly onto the
set floor. The entire control room stares blankly at the
news desk.

INT. A NEWS SET

PAMELA JONES
Nice job on the Tate soundbite.
Seriously, good lead.

HOLLY ANDRIZZI
Thanks. Geez...Todd, why the long
face?

Todd hands a press release to Pam.

PAMELA JONES
Breaking news?

TODD SCOTT
Just read it.

She reads the copy.

HOLLY ANDRIZZI
What is it?

PAMELA JONES
You're frigging kidding me?

Jeff walks out from the control booth.

JEFF JOHNSON
Guys, we're back in thirty seconds.

TODD SCOTT
Pam, I know this is tough, but just
read the release word for word.

HOLLY ANDRIZZI
What does it say?

PAMELA JONES
I can't do this.

JEFF JOHNSON
(over the speakers)
Fifteen seconds guys.

TODD SCOTT
He'd want you to tell them.

JEFF JOHNSON
(over the speakers)
In five, four, three...
35.

INT. A NEWS SET FROM THE MONITOR'S VIEW-CENTER SHOT

PAMELA JONES
We have some late breaking
news...U.S. Army South's Public
Affair's office reports a United
States C-130 from Howard Air Force
Base has crashed somewhere over
Colombia. No details are available
as to why or where the plane
crashed or...
(she pauses)
...if there are any survivors.
SCN's Sammy Dillon was believed to
be on that plane. We will
obviously get the information out
as soon as we get it...stick with
SCN News for the very latest.
(a beat)
Please say a prayer for Sammy.

INT. A NEWS SET FROM THE CAMERA'S VIEW-THREE SHOT

HOLLY ANDRIZZI
(crying-shocked)
It's really difficult right now for
us, sorry.
(catching herself)
Ummm...maybe Greg's got some better
news for us in the forecast.

GREG HALL
(maintaining composure)
Well it's obviously tough to be too
concerned about the weather,but
here's what were looking at:
Seventy-two tomorrow, scattered
showers coming in from the Atlantic
side, should only affect us in the
late afternoon and they'll pass
almost as quickly as they start.

EXT. THE COLOMBIAN JUNGLE

Guy and Sammy continue to walk aimlessly through the jungle.


Sammy continues to nag.

SAMMY DILLON
All I'm saying is that we should
sit down and plan this shit out.
Not to sound like a bitch, but it's
getting kind of dark, huh?
(MORE)
36.

SAMMY DILLON (CONT'D)


And I know we should be drinking
water, I did a three part series on
dehydration, it won a lot of awards.
Doctors say you should drink at
least...

Guy turns to him angrily.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Listen, Katie Courac, shut the fuck
up! I'm serious, I need to think
and I can't focus with your
Goddamned chit-chat. You've been
talking non-stop for three hours.
Shut the fuck up! Shut up!

Sammy stops walking.

SAMMY DILLON
Hey, fuck you. I don't need this
shit. I also did a story on Air
Crew survival. I spent five days
in the jungle. I killed and ate a
wild chicken. BY MYSELF. I don't
need you.

Guy stops and walks quickly back to Sammy. He grabs Sammy


by his BDU shirt.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Listen and listen good. Do you see
any farms or roads around here?
This is not Fort Sherman. There
are no chickens or checkpoints.
This is Colombia. There are
creatures in this jungle that will
fuck you up. There are people who
patrol this jungle that will kill
us for fun. Now, we're gonna sit
down and think this out. And you
are not gonna say one fucking word.
This is not "20/20", you got that
Ms. Walters?

SAMMY DILLON
I got it. I was just saying
that...never mind. We're stopping.
Good. I'll shut up. Damn.

Guy stops and sits on the ground. He begins to rummage


through his bag. Sammy sits on a log and starts looking
through his bag.
37.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You might not want to sit there.

SAMMY DILLON
And why is that, so you can steal
my good spot?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


No, genius, because there are fire
ants all over that shit and they
will crawl up your pant leg and
have a nut lunch.

Sammy jumps up from the log and feverishly brushes himself off.

SAMMY DILLON
Jesus!

Guy laughs at Sammy and rolls his eyes. He reaches into his
bag and pulls out a pre-packed "Meal Ready to Eat" or MRE.
He rips open the package of Chicken A-La King and crushes
his crackers into it. He looks up at Sammy who stares like
a lost dog. He reaches in and pulls out another one and
tosses it over to Sammy.

SAMMY DILLON
Thanks man.

The two men sit and eat their MRE's. Guy pulls out his tiny
bottle of Tabasco sauce and dumps it liberally into his
Chicken A-La King. Sammy digs thru his pack and pulls out
his little bottle.

SAMMY DILLON
What kind of candy do you have?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(no answer)

SAMMY DILLON
(repeating)
Hey man, what kind of candy do you
have?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(he looks)
Charms. Why?

SAMMY DILLON
I'll trade you for my Tabasco.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Deal, toss it over.
38.

He throws his Charms over and Sammy tosses the Tabasco.


Sammy sticks the Charms in his BDU waist pocket.

SAMMY DILLON
So, are you French?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


French? No, why?

SAMMY DILLON
Where does Guy come from?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Actually, it's my middle name.

SAMMY DILLON
What's your first name, tough? Get
it, tough guy?

Guy slams a sip off his canteen and wipes his mouth off with
his sleeve.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Actually, it's Marion.

SAMMY DILLON
MARION?
(laughing)
You've got to be kidding me?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


It's a family name. My dad was a
big John Wayne fan.

SAMMY DILLON
I don't follow?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


The Duke's real name was Marion
Morrison.

SAMMY DILLON
Bullshit. Seriously? Marion?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Look it up genius. Good Lord, do
you ever shut up?

EXT. MATEO PEREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND - FRONT ENTRANCE

A camouflaged Humvee pulls into the camp. We see the boots


and pants of two soldiers. We also catch a low angle shot
of an excellent set of legs.
39.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Hola, Lela, como estas?

LELA PEREIRA
Hello Colonel Stone. I assume by
your smile that the mission went well?

She hugs him and they exchange kisses on each cheek.

LTC MARCUS STONE


No major problems.

LELA PEREIRA
The crash made the news. Papa
wants to know about the TV guy.

LTC MARCUS STONE


He can only help us. It's a shame
about those poor bastards, never
had a chance. Oh well, they'll be
martyrs now, died for the cause and
all that.

LELA PEREIRA
That's very touching, you sound
like a true patriot. Let's go in,
Papa's eating lunch with your boss.

The threesome walk into the house, all you see is there
backs. The third person is off camera and we can't, as yet,
see who it is.

EXT. IN THE JUNGLE

The walk continues, so does Sammy's mouth.

He pulls a little flask out of his bag and takes a swig off
of it. He looks at Guy, offers up the bottle, Guy nods and
Sammy throws the bottle his way. Guy takes a swig and
coughs a little.

SAMMY DILLON
Wild Turkey. One hundred eighty-
one proof. I got that flask from
Ambassador Hogue. We used to play
golf.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Damn, that shit's like rubbing
alcohol. How can you drink that?
40.

SAMMY DILLON
I've been drinking whiskey since I
was thirteen. I used to swipe my
Dad's Green Label Jack.
(he swigs)
Hey, how old are you?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Twenty-eight. You?

SAMMY DILLON
Thirty. How long have you been in?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Nine years. I came in right after
high school. Four years R.O.T.C.
What's your story?

Sammy sits down to tie his boot.

SAMMY DILLON
I've been in for almost ten years.
I came in after getting shit-canned
from my job in Chicago. I went out
with some of my friends and got all
liquored up, I ran into a recruiter
at the bar and he talked me into it.
I signed up the next day. The
funny thing is, I am just nine days
and a wake up away from ending this
nightmare.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Short-timer, huh? Why you getting out?

SAMMY DILLON
I've got a sweet deal on a bar back
in Chicago. My Uncle used to own
it. The place is a gold mine.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


How'd you swing something like that,
you on a different pay scale?

SAMMY DILLON
No, actually, my Uncle lost it and
I bought it, essentially for the
back taxes. Well, kind of...I
found out yesterday that my loan
was denied, so now I've got two
weeks to come up with a hundred grand.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Karma. Serves you right.
41.

SAMMY DILLON
What the hell are you talking about,
karma?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I mean for screwing your Uncle.

SAMMY DILLON
Well, jag-off, he won't exactly
mind. See, he's dead.
(pauses)
Drank himself to death.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You know that shit runs in the
family, right? You ever think of
quitting?

Sammy takes a big swig off the bottle.

SAMMY DILLON
Ya know, my Uncle always said...no
one likes a quitter.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(shaking his head)
What are you gonna do about the money?

SAMMY DILLON
Who knows? All I know is I'm
getting out in nine days.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Did you ever consider staying in,
retiring? You're half way there.

SAMMY DILLON
No way. Come on, the military
sucks. We work our ass off for
shitty pay and shittier conditions
and then have to sit back every
year and hope that those heroes on
the hill approve our measly fucking
four percent raise.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


The pay sucks, that's true. But
there's more to service than that.
What about the satisfaction from
serving your...
42.

SAMMY DILLON
(interrupting)
Jesus Christ! Spare me the
infomercial take another swig, I
think you need it.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Yeah, I guess a guy like you
wouldn't get it.

Guy looks down and notices a Coral snake crawling inches


from his leg.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Oh shit.

SAMMY DILLON
What?

Guy looks like a little girl, his body is rigid and trembling.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


A s,s,snake...why'd it have to be
snakes?

SAMMY DILLON
Wow, take it easy Indy. You jump
out of planes, but you're afraid of
a harmless little snake?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


That's a Coral snake, one of the
most deadly snake in the world. Be
still, don't make any quick
movements and it'll leave.

Sammy shakes his head. He reaches over and quickly snatches


the snake and throws it into the jungle.

SAMMY DILLON
Wow, big fucking hero. That's not
a Coral snake, that's a Scarlet
King snake. I did a story on
deadly snakes. Don't you know the
rhyme? Red then yellow...lucky
fellow...red then black...watch
your back. Duh!

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


No stupid...it's black and red,
keep your head, yellow &
red...you're fucking dead! That
was a Goddamned Coral snake you
just pulled.
(MORE)
43.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON (CONT'D)


You are either the luckiest or
dumbest person I've ever met.

SAMMY DILLON
Are you sure? I'm almost positive
it was the other way. Red
then...wait, no its...
(realizing he almost
just died)
HOLY SHIT!!!

Sammy leans over the log and dry heaves.

Guy cracks up.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Wow, what a fucking joke. Listen
up Wolf Blitzer, the next time you
want to use your vast knowledge of
real world shit...check with me.
How the hell do you call yourself a
soldier?

SAMMY DILLON
Hey, screw you man. That's twice
you mentioned that shit. You're no
more a soldier then me. I have
five commendation medals. Five.
How many do you got?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Oooh...you've got medals. I didn't
realize I was sitting with a hero.
Service has nothing to do with what
you wear on your uniform.
(pauses, frustrated)
Fuck it, don't worry about it, I
wouldn't expect your type to get it.

SAMMY DILLON
What the hell is that supposed to
mean? I work my ass off. I might
not carry a gun, but I serve. I
lost my wife and daughter because I
worked fourteen hour days busting
my ass for my country as a broadcaster.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Yeah, I bet all that typing was
really tough, get yourself a bad
case of carpal tunnel?
44.

SAMMY DILLON
Fuck you, you don't know what it's
like. Besides, I wasn't always a
broadcaster.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Gee, what were you before that a
secretary?

SAMMY DILLON
Actually jack-ass, I used to be a
linguist. Oh yeah, didn't know
that did ya? I did this dangerous
secret shit for nearly five fucking
years. It got old.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Too much work? Not in the
spotlight enough?

SAMMY DILLON
No asshole, it was more like; My
wifes leaving and she's taking my
daughter because I've been home for
all of three days this month.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Boo-fucking-hoo! How'd you get out
of the linguist job? They don't
let anyone out, it's like the mob.

SAMMY DILLON
Yeah, well it wasn't hard when they
discovered I've got a slight case
of Acrophobia.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Acrophobia?

SAMMY DILLON
Fear of heights.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Thanks, Bill Nye the Science Guy, I
know what it is, how did they find out?

SAMMY DILLON
It doesn't matter. The point is, I
served my country then and I serve
my country now, only now I give
information and entertainment to
the troops to make them feel like...
45.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Shut the fuck up with that shit.
You sit at a desk and talk about
other peoples work, tough gig.

SAMMY DILLON
You have no idea the kind of
pressure I face every day at that
cushy desk.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I don't know pressure? Listen up
Bryant Gumble, just shut the fuck
up about your whiny little desk job,
you have no clue what pressure is.

SAMMY DILLON
Oh, that's right, you're G.I.
fucking Joe, I forgot.
(changes his tone,
goes into
interrogation mode)
Do you know what a deadline is?
You ever had a four-star General
call you at about an hour before
you're supposed to go live in front
of thousands of people and say, "I
want a press-op." No, you haven't.
I have a nightly deadline, I'm
responsible for...

Guy grabs Sammy by the collar and drags him to the ground.
He pulls the group of dog tags out of his pocket and shoves
them in Sammy's face.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You want to know about a deadline?
Here's my fucking deadline! Here
are two deadlines I've had to meet
today. These are two of many
deadlines that I've met. So don't
you fucking dare try and tell me
about the pressure of being a
Goddamned reporter compared to the
job that I do every day, the job
that my three brothers died doing.
DON'T YOU FUCKING DO IT!

Sammy shoves Guy away from him.

SAMMY DILLON
Get off me!
46.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Fuck this! Stone Phillips, you're
on your own.

SAMMY DILLON
Fine, MARION. I'm sick of hearing
your self-righteous shit anyway.
It's just a matter of time before
they send someone looking for me...

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Oh that's right, you're Sammy
Dillon. BIG FUCKING HERO. Good
luck, pretty boy.

Guy grabs his gear and starts walking towards the woods.

Sammy grabs his stuff and follows slowly behind him. Guy
walks more quickly and soon Sammy realizes that he is
completely lost. Sammy stops and looks around, pulls out
his flask and drinks a swig of whiskey and then heads back
into the woods.

INT. INSIDE MATEO PEREIRA'S LOUNGE VERANDA -

Mateo, Senator Tate and Stone engage in a heated discussion.


Mateo sits down in a wicker chair peeling and slicing a mango.

Tate looks a lot more casual than his last appearance on TV.
He's sporting a nice white Guayabera shirt and some khaki
linen pants. He sits near Mateo sipping an Iced Tea.

Stone stands near a small bar pouring himself a drink.

Two armed men stand by the door.

MATEO PEREIRA
I still believe that your friends
in the State Department will not be
happy with the way we took out the
plane, especially not with the TV
guy on board. Now they have a face
to mourn.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Sr. Pereira, you needn't worry
about that. The TV guy only helps,
his face, his name...all his death
will do is enforce our point and
support our cause.

Stone finishes pouring his drink and walks casually towards


the Senator.
47.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Besides, our intelligence says the
area where the plane went down,
will point to your old friend
Reuben Martin and the FARQ.
(pronounced FARK)
Any heat will go directly on them.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


That's assuming they even find the
plane. Look old friend, we need to
sway public opinion. That fat
bastard Balladaros isn't happy with
just taking his cut, he's worried
about a re-election. As you know,
the prevailing wind in Panama wants
the gringos gone. It's going to be
tough to prove to them that they
need to keep one soldier there, let
alone one thousand.

MATEO PEREIRA
I understand that, I am not a
stupid person Senator.

He continues to cut his mango and takes a bite out of a


piece. He takes a small hanky and wipes the juice from his
chin.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


I would never imply that. I'm
simply trying to ease your mind and
assure you that this is all going
along like clock work.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Mateo, like I said...if anything
this will make things tougher on
the Martin Cartel.

MATEO PEREIRA
Why do you believe that?

Carlo Colon walks into the room. He dons dirty black jeans,
a filthy loose fitting shirt and a shoulder holster with an
Uzi. He is the Anti-Stone.

MATEO PEREIRA
(acknowledging Colon)
Carlo, the Senator was just
explaining why his plan is so
foolproof.
(to Tate)
How can you be certain?
48.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Because I've made sure of it.
That's what I do. I don't like risks.

MATEO PEREIRA
Neither do I. But, I still worry
this will bring more heat on my men.
I have much to lose in this little
endeavor of ours.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Please, with all do respect my
friend, do not tell me of your
possible losses. I am a United
States Senator, if I get
caught...I'm a criminal. My life
is ruined. You are a drug dealer,
if you get caught...you are still a
drug dealer. Comprende?

CARLO COLON
Why are you putting up with this,
Sr.? We don't need this gringo and
his sneaky friends.
(he has his hand on
his gun)

MATEO PEREIRA
You have a point. I think you
should watch the way you speak to
me Senator. I need only to say one
word and Sr. Colon will end our
little partnership.

Lela enters thru the doors to the veranda. Colon draws his
weapon and turns it to the Senator. Stone raises his gun at
Mateo. The door opens again and this time it's Peter
Zalinski. Peter quickly grabs his weapon and points at
Colon and Lela counters by pointing at Peter. At the same
time the two men that have been sitting in the background
raise their guns at Zalinski and Stone.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


(laughing)
It looks like all of our men our
loyal.
(he gives the down
sign to his men)
This is not necessary. I certainly
meant no offense and I apologize to
you my friend.
49.

MATEO PEREIRA
Remember this is my country and I
am not one of your constituents
waiting on your every breath in
Washington.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Understood. Sergeant Zalinski, I
take it by your presence here you
had no problems with your mission.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Absolutely not. That plane is gone,
there's no way anyone survived that
drop. Especially without chutes.

Tate rises and puts his arm around Stone.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


You see, mission accomplished.
When I go back to D.C., I'll wax
remorseful on their loss and
explain to them all, that this is
exactly why we need a drug
interdiction center in Panama.

MATEO PEREIRA
Excuse me if I don't share in your
optimism just yet.

Tate walks over to Mateo and puts his hand on his shoulder.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Listen my friend. When news of
this hits, they'll be so angry on
the hill that they'll probably
begin construction on the center
tomorrow.

LELA PEREIRA
Papa, stop worrying. Let us all
toast the beginning of a beautiful
partnership. Josue, get our
friends some glasses.

One of the men walks over to the bar. The scene ends with
Colon and Stone staring each other down.

EXT. THE JUNGLE - THE NEXT DAY

Sammy comes across a small river and decides to fill up his


canteen, he adds some iodine tablets to cleanse the water,
reading the directions the entire time. He walks a while
longer and then sees what looks like a village. He starts
to walk.
50.

From behind him, a large hand grabs him covering his mouth
and pulling him close.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Shhhh. I don't know if its safe.

SAMMY DILLON
For God's sake man, I think I shit
my pants. What are you doing here?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I found this village about half an
hour ago, I've been checking it out
ever since.

SAMMY DILLON
So, what's the verdict?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Hard to say. I've seen three
patrol jeeps, most likely FARQ.
(pauses, clarifies)
That's the leftist military group,
they work for...

SAMMY DILLON
(he knows)
The drug dealers, I know.
(pauses)
I did a story on Colombia's army
and their constant struggle with
the FARQ and...
(realizing that Guy
could care less)
anyway, it was a good story.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Great, you probably got a medal.
They might have a phone or at least
know some way for us to get a hold
of our guys. Odds are half this
village works for the Cartel...so
we need to be careful. That's why
it's so quiet.

SAMMY DILLON
So are we going in? This is gonna
be great!

He slams a swig off the bottle.


51.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Have another drink, Willard Scott.
This is not an adventure, this is
serious. We are going in there,
and I am going to see if they have
a phone. You are going to sit back
and let me handle this. Understood?

SAMMY DILLON
Got it. Let's go.

He takes another drink and the two men walk towards the
village. The two men make their way into the little village.

EXT. A SMALL VILLAGE - MIDDAY

The village is filled with small, stone, square houses. The


houses have clay tiled roofs which are covered in palm branches.

There is a small bar-like building with old tin soda and


beer signs all over it. A group of older hispanic men sit
around in a little bohio(pavilion) and converse. Their
conversation halts when they notice the two ragged soldiers.
A young girl runs through the village and by the two men.
The older men sit back, a bit frightened, waiting for the
soldiers next move. Guy raises his hands in a passive mode
and Sammy follows and begins to try and appease the group of
men.

SAMMY DILLON
(in broken spanglish)
Hola, amigos. No problemos, yo soy
amigo, no estoy mallo hombre.

Men begin to laugh and look confused as Sammy speaks


spanglish to them.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I thought you were a linguist?

SAMMY DILLON
I don't think my Arabic is gonna to
do us any good here. It only works
at convenient stores.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Let me handle this.
(he continues the
rest of the
conversation in
Spanish-subtitled)
Excuse me friends, we are a little
lost.
(MORE)
52.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON (CONT'D)


We are American Soldiers and are no
threat to you and your village. Do
you have a phone, or can you direct
us to one?

SPANISH MAN 1(SUBTITLED)


We do not have a phone. Are you
with the others?

The two men whisper to each other and point at the uniforms.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON (SUBTITLED)


What others? Other soldiers?

SPANISH MAN 2 (SUBTITLED)


There is a girl in this village who
spoke of seeing gringo soldiers today.

The other men are pointing to Guy's ranger tabs and special
forces badges. As this happens a beautiful girl walks with
the younger girl that was seen earlier.

Immediately Sammy approaches her.

SAMMY DILLON (SPANGLISH)


Hola, mi llamo es Sammy.

CARMEN
Hola Sammy, my name is Carmen.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON(SUBTITLED)


Hello Carmen, My name is Guy.
These men told me that you have
seen other Americans.

She nods and points to his patch. Sammy grabs Guys arm.

SAMMY DILLON (ENGLISH)


Were they wearing this, exactly?

CARMEN (SPEAKING BROKEN ENGLISH)


Si, yes.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You speak english, good.

CARMEN
I speak a little. Just go slow.

SAMMY DILLON
I always go slow.

Guy gives Sammy a nasty look.


53.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Where did you see the men?

SAMMY DILLON
How many were there?

CARMEN
One American, but, he was with many
men. En la fuerte militaria. Yo no
se en Englis.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


That's fine, muy muy bueno, gracias.
(to Sammy)
She said that he was with many men.

SAMMY DILLON
Yeah, I caught that part Mr. Wizard,
she said it in English. What was
the other thing, something about a
military fort?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


That's what she said,
(to Carmen)
Donde esta la fuerte?

SAMMY DILLON
Can you take us there?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(to Sammy)
NO!
(to Carmen)
Just tell us how to get there.

Carmen retreats a little.

CARMEN
I can't take you there, la policia
will not allow.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


She's talking about the FARQ.
(to her)
Do the police patrol this village
often?

CARMEN
Si, we are workers.

Guy looks at Sammy and nods. He wipes off his brow and
notices that he is covered in dirt.
54.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Do you have any place to clean up?

CARMEN
Si, follow me.

INT. INSIDE A SMALL HOOCH/HUT - A LITTLE LATER

Sammy sits at a small table eating, Guy washes off with a


bucket of water outside the door. Carmen sits with Sammy,
her hands folded on the table.

SAMMY DILLON
Cuanto anos tiene? How old are you?

CARMEN
Viente-dos. Twenty-two? You?

SAMMY DILLON
Triente. Thirty. What do you do here?

CARMEN
(doesn't understand
the question?)
Yo no se. No comprende.

SAMMY DILLON
Do you have a job? Comprende, job?

Sammy takes a sip of his drink.

CARMEN
No. What is yob?

SAMMY DILLON
My job is a Solider, comprende?
Trabajo?

Sammy tries to pantomime working.

CARMEN
Ah...si, trabaja. No. No yob.
What kind of Soldier are you?

SAMMY DILLON
The good kind. Actually, I'm only
a Soldier for a few more days.

CARMEN
Why? What do you do then?

SAMMY DILLON
I'm going to open a bar.
55.

CARMEN
Bar?

Sammy grabs a small pitcher and pours a drink.

SAMMY DILLON
You know, cerveza, tequila, rum...

CARMEN
Ah, si.

SAMMY DILLON
Are you married? Tu Tiene Esposo?

CARMEN
No. Porque?

She is playing along with him.

SAMMY DILLON
Just wondering.

CARMEN
We are not allowed to marry. Hefe'
will not allow.

SAMMY DILLON
Who's your hefe'?

CARMEN
Sr. Mateo. He gives us food and
medicine. He brings toys and books
for the children.

SAMMY DILLON
Sounds like a real sweetie. Where
are all the men from this village?

CARMEN
Working.

EXT. A SMALL VILLAGE-SAME TIME

A jeep filled with FARQ soldiers stops in front of a house a


few doors down.

A soldier gets out of the jeep and bangs on the door. A man
holding a small baby in his arms walks out.

INT. INSIDE A SMALL HOOCH/HUT-SAME TIME

Sammy and Carmen look through a small crack in the window.


56.

SAMMY DILLON
What's going on? Are they asking
about us?

CARMEN
No, that man...his child was very ill.

SAMMY DILLON
Was? Is the baby dead?

CARMEN
Si. The baby died today. The
father didn't go to work and now
they come for him.

Guy enters quietly through the back door.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Party's over, a jeep full of
soldiers are here and odds are
they're not with Bob Hope.

SAMMY DILLON
Shhhh....

SAME TIME

Another FARQ soldier screams in Spanish at the man. The man


stares blankly ahead clutching his dead baby. The soldier
walks back to the jeep. The first soldier turns back around
and shoots the man in the head. The man drops straight to
his knees and falls forward, never letting go of his baby.

FARQ SOLDIER
(loudly in Spanish--
to the Village)
Now they are together!

INT. INSIDE A SMALL HOOCH/HUT-SAME TIME

SAMMY DILLON
What the fuck just happened?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Settle down.

Sammy starts walking towards the door, Guy grabs his arm and
they knock over a small vase which makes a loud crash.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Shit. Let's get the hell out of here.

Sammy and Carmen both look at each other. Sammy grabs his
stuff and starts to walk out the back, he turns to Carmen.
57.

SAMMY DILLON
Why don't we take her with us?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


No. That's not even an option.

SAMMY DILLON
If she stays behind, she'll have to
deal with the FARQ. Carmen, come
with us.

CARMEN
(scared)
Oh no.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


We have to go, NOW! No more of
this bullshit, let's go.

There is a knock at the door of the hooch, the FARQ soldier


yells out side the door.

CARMEN
(whispering-panicked)
You must go, now, Por favor.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(whispering-to Sammy)
Out the door, let's go MOVE.

The men make there way to a back door, at the last moment,
Sammy grabs Carmen and pleads with her to come. At that
moment the door flies open and the FARQ soldiers open fire.

Carmen takes a shot right to the back of her head caving in


her pretty face. Sammy holds onto her and realizes she's dead.

Guy yanks Sammy to the ground, slings his M-16 from over his
shoulder and returns fire at the FARQ men.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Get up Sammy, move Goddamn it.

Sammy is staring at Carmen's dead body, bullets are whizzing


right by him.

SAMMY DILLON
Oh my God, she's dead. She's
fucking dead man.

Guy grabs Sammy by the shirt and starts to drag him.


Stopping to shoot at the FARQ.
58.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You're gonna be just like her if
you don't get the fuck up now!

A shot grazes Guy in the left shoulder and he goes down.


This wakes Sammy up.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


FUCK. I'm hit. Get down.

SAMMY DILLON
You motherfuckers. AGHHHHH!!!!

Sammy grabs his 9mm and starts plugging away. He shoots the
last two FARQ soldiers.

SAMMY DILLON
Guy, get up man. Don't you die on me.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I'm not dying moron, it's barely a
flesh wound. Let's get the hell
outta here.

SAMMY DILLON
I killed the last two.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Nice work, we'll do shots later.
Believe me, there's more on the way.

EXT. THE COLOMBIAN JUNGLE-SAME TIME

The men run through the jungle.

They come to a giant cliff and stop.

In the background you can hear a jeep pulling up to the


village and men shouting.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Alright hero, time to climb.

SAMMY DILLON
What, you mean down this cliff? No
fucking way!

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


We got nowhere else to go! If we
don't get off this cliff, we're
gonna die.
59.

SAMMY DILLON
I told you, I don't do heights. I
can't do this man, I'm sorry. You
go ahead, I'll shoot cover for you
as long as I can.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Damn, why are you such a pain in my
ass?

Guy grabs Sammy and throws him over the cliff. He then
dives after him.

The two men fall through the air until they splash down in a
river basin.

EXT. THE COLOMBIAN JUNGLE -RIVER BASIN

Sammy and Guy swim as the men on top of the cliff search for
them in the area.

Guy grabs Sammy and pulls him to the shore.

Sammy has a crazy look on his face.

SAMMY DILLON
You son of a bitch.

Sammy jumps on Guy and starts hitting him. Guy grabs


Sammy's arms and wrestles his way on top. Guy holds Sammy's
face into the water. Sammy throws a vicious elbow and
clocks Guy across the chin. He squares off and looks at him,
bobs and weaves a little and throws a quick jab catching him
straight in the nose.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Calm down. They would have killed
you if I left you up there.

SAMMY DILLON
Fuck you! You're fucking crazy!

Guy looks at Sammy and starts laughing.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Man, you should have seen your face.

SAMMY DILLON
I'm serious man, shut the hell up.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I thought you were gonna shit your
pants.
(mimicking Sammy)
Aghhhh!
60.

Sammy shakes his head and then starts laughing.

SAMMY DILLON
I think I did you asshole.

Both men start laughing.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


We need to get the hell out of here,
it won't be long before they send a
team down here after us.

Guy gets up and grabs Sammy's arm and helps him up.

SAMMY DILLON
Where are we going?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


We're going to find that base. If
there were other American Soldiers
they are probably at that base and
I want to know why.

SAMMY DILLON
I hate to say it, but maybe we
should split up. We'll cover more
ground that way.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Fuck that. You stay with me. The
last thing I need is to be bailing
your ass out again.

SAMMY DILLON
You seem to forget who took out
those last two FARQers. Listen
John Wayne, I can handle my own.
Worse case scenario, I get caught
and they hold me hostage.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


No Brokaw, that's not the worst
case scenario. They catch you
and...you're dead. Period.

SAMMY DILLON
I'll take my chances.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Tell you what...I'll flip you for it.

He reaches down to his shoulder where his rank is and flips


his hand.
61.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Oooh...Sergeant First Class and you,
being Air Force are a Tech
Sergeant...which means I out rank
you...E-Seven to E-Six, I win.
Let's go, that's an order.

SAMMY DILLON
You're gonna try and pull rank on
me? Get real Marion. I'm heading
this way, you don't like
it...FUCKING SHOOT ME!

He walks off.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Fine, fuck you. You're on your own.

Guy walks off.

Sammy shakes his head cockily and pulls out the charms from
his waist pocket, unwraps one and pops the rest in his shirt
pocket.

INT. A WAREHOUSE ON THE PERREIRA COMPOUND

Lela walks the assembly lines of a massive coke producing


warehouse. Her beauty is unbelievably out of place here.
Most of the workers are native people, they don little clothes.

She stops to converse with one of the female workers.

LELA (SUBTITLED)
Why have you stopped?

WORKER (SUBTITLED)
I'm sorry. I am so tired. I am
not feeling well.

LELA (SUBTITLED)
Oh. You are sick?

She rubs the lady on her forehead.

LELA (SUBTITLED)
Why didn't you say so? If you are
so ill...you should not be required
to work, right?

She pulls a gun out of her waist and shoots the lady in the
head.
62.

LELA (SUBTITLED)
Listen to me closely! My father
supports your families. He puts
food on your tables, clothes on
your children.

She pats the hair of another female worker, then grabs her
hair back and yells...

LELA (SUBTITLED)
I will not tolerate laziness. GET
BACK TO WORK!

EXT. MATEO PERREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND - MIDDAY

Colonel Stone is talking to a group of FARQ soldiers.

LTC MARCUS STONE


How in the hell did you lose them?

SOLDIER 1
They jumped off the cliff.

SOLDIER 2
They are probably dead. It's a
long drop.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


They've got to be from some rogue
squadron out here, or maybe they
were Mercs? There is no way they
were from my unit.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Get me the girl they were talking to.

SOLDIER 1
She's dead.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Brilliant.
(yelling)
Listen up! Somebody in that
village saw these two men, you are
going to find out who. Now get the
hell out of here.

The soldiers all run to a jeep and get in and take off.

LTC MARCUS STONE


This is no joke. We've got two
soldiers out there right now that
can blow this entire operation.
63.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


I won't let that happen. Let me go
to the village.

LTC MARCUS STONE


No, I have a better idea, you stay
here. Let the sentries work the
bush, I have a feeling whoever
these soldiers are, they'll be able
to find us.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


We'll be ready and waiting, sir.

EXT. IN THE JUNGLE-A SHORT TIME LATER

Sammy trudges along. He sweats profusely. He looks ahead


and sees a jeep approaching.

SAMMY DILLON
Hey...over here.

Two soldiers get out of the jeep. Both of them aim their
weapons at Sammy.

Sammy notices the Colombian flag on their uniforms.

SAMMY DILLON
Oh fantastic. You're Colombians.
I'm an American.

They continue to aim their weapons.

SAMMY DILLON
Yo soy Americano. Los Estados
Unidos...

One soldier approaches closely. The others lower their weapons.

Sammy smiles.

SOLDIER 1
Tu Americano?

SAMMY DILLON
Si.

The soldier takes the butt of his rifle and hits Sammy in
the face knocking him cold.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE FROM BLACK

Sammy sits tied to a chair.


64.

SAMMY DILLON
Shit. That worked well.

Lela enters the room. Did I mention how hot she is?

SAMMY DILLON
Oh thank God! I must be dead. Are
you an angel?

Lela kicks Sammy in the face and he falls straight back in


his chair...knocked out cold.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE FROM BLACK

INT. MATEO PEREIRA'S HOUSE - POOL ROOM

Mateo and the Senator are shooting pool together.

MATEO PEREIRA
Nice shot Senator.

Tate sips his drink and nods at Mateo.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


You wanna make it interesting? I
figure I just handed you a case
with two hundred thousand dollars
in cash in a ten dollar ruck sack,
the least you can do is let me win
some of it back.

MATEO PEREIRA
You are a funny guy...for a
politician. That money is going
right to the FARQ. Believe me,
it's a bargain.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Of course it is.
(a beat)
I don't want to come off crass here
old friend, but is Lela your heir
apparent?

MATEO PEREIRA
I didn't realize that I was going
anywhere.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Of course not, that's not what I
meant. I guess, I am wondering
about Carlo.
(MORE)
65.

SENATOR JAMES TATE (CONT'D)


He is incredibly loyal to you,
however, he is a bit of a loose
cannon. If anything, God forbid,
but if anything were to happen to
you do you think he could handle
your operations?

MATEO PEREIRA
Carlo is like a son to me. I have
raised him like my own since he was
eleven years old. Lela is my
daughter and as a father, I could
not be more proud of her. She is
tough, like her mother. But, you
know I cannot hand off what I do to
a woman...it would make us look
weak to the other cartels and they
would swoop in and lay claim as
soon as they could. Lela will
understand. She is also smart,
like her mother.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


I'm sure you're right my friend. I
just wonder if Lela is also
vindictive...like her mother. Hell,
Katerina almost killed you, didn't she?

Lela enters from the other side of the room.

LELA
Twice.

MATEO PEREIRA
Angel...we were just...

LELA
(interrupting)
Papa, we've got one of the
Americans. He's in the factory.

EXT. THE JUNGLE - SAME TIME

A lone SENTRY sits on a stump smoking a cigarette with his


gun slung around his shoulder.

A loud cracking noise is heard in the distance.

The Sentry looks up and gets his gun ready.

Guy stumbles out of the woods...The Sentry points his gun


right in his face.
66.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(singing)
"I dream of Genie, she's a light
brown hair"...is this Pizmo Beach?

SENTRY
Alto...alto.

Guy keeps walking with his hands up.

SENTRY
ALTO!

The Sentry raises and cocks his weapon.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Easy...I'm not going to hurt you.

Guy looks over the Sentry's shoulder.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Who's that guy?

The Sentry looks behind him and gets drilled with the butt
of Guys rifle.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Alright, so I lied.

Guy reaches down and grabs his radio and gun. He grabs his
feet and starts dragging him back towards the jungle.

He grabs the Sentry's hands and gives him the old heave ho.

INT. A WAREHOUSE ON THE PERREIRA COMPOUND

A thrown bucket of water on Sammy's face wakes him up. Lela,


Carlo and two soldiers stand around him.

SAMMY DILLON
(gasping)
I swear to God, the next person who
hits me is gonna die.

CARLO COLON
Take it easy Sergeant...
(he looks at his name)
Dillon is it? Is that like the
radio guy, Sammy Dillon?

SAMMY DILLON
Yeah, exactly like him...he's me.
67.

CARLO COLON
Really? You're the radio guy?
Remember when you called the
bowling alley and said you wanted
to go bowling naked? You asked the
lady if you needed anything and she
said...the shoes...and the balls...
(he laughs loudly)
You told her, I've got my own
balls....
(changes his tone)
You were funny on radio, the new
guy sucks.
(a beat)
What are you doing here funny man?

SAMMY DILLON
Actually, I'm on TV now. SCN News?
(pauses for recognition)
Yeah...well, it's big in Panama.

CARLO COLON
This is not Panama, Sr. What the
fuck are you doing here?

SAMMY DILLON
I have no fucking idea amigo. One
minute I'm in a plane on the way to
interview some General in Bogota
and the next minute we crash into
the jungle here in...where are we
by the way?

LELA
It doesn't matter. What were you
doing out there? Where is your friend?

SAMMY DILLON
What friend?

Lela nods at one of the soldiers who punches Sammy in the face.

SAMMY DILLON
SHIT! Now, Goddamn it, I told you,
the next person who...

Lela nods again and the other soldier punches Sammy. The
Charms candy from earlier flies out of his pocket.

Sammy starts rocking in his chair. The blood drips from his
nose and mouth.
68.

SAMMY DILLON
(enraged)
FUCK! I swear, I'll kill everyone
of you fuckers. You got me?

They all laugh.

CARLO COLON
What are you gonna do Sammy D?
Tell us some of your bad jokes?

He grabs the charms off the floor, opens them and pops one
in his mouth. He takes his pistol and aims it at Sammy's head.

CARLO COLON
I will ask only one time AMIGO,
where is your friend? Where is the
other Soldier?

Sammy sits silently. Carlo tosses the charms to one of his


soldiers and cocks his weapon.

LELA(SUBTITLED)
Kill him. We'll find the other guy.

SAMMY DILLON
WAIT. Let's just wait a second.
It's coming back to me now. Too
many shots to the head...know what
I mean? Okay, the other guy went
back to the crash site to try and
find a working radio and call for help.

LELA
You better not lie to us.
(to the soldier-SUBTITLED)
Find out what else he knows.

Carlo grabs the radio off a table.

CARLO COLON
Colonel...

LTC MARCUS STONE (VO)


Go.

CARLO COLON
Your friend here says his partner
went back to the crash site. We
are going to keep him here and find
out what else he knows. Send your
man and a team to get the other one.
I am going to take the money to Mr.
Pereira.
69.

EXT. A WAREHOUSE ON THE PEREIRA COMPOUND

Guy sits near a wall outside the warehouse he's listening to


the radio.

LTC MARCUS STONE (VO)


Consider it done.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Stupid son of a bitch. Well, if I
can hear them on this piece of
shit...they must be close.

Guy slinks along side of the building. He sees a soldier


taking a piss outside an entrance to the warehouse.

He sneaks behind him, grabs him and snaps his neck.

He walks into the building and right into the assembly line
room.

He sees all the workers and aims at them...they all hit the
deck.

One of the guards supervising them takes a shot. Guy


returns fire and nails him.

Another guard hits an alarm.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Shit...here we go.

Several soldiers enter the room and start shooting. Many of


the workers panic and start running.

Lela and Carlo run into the room, Lela holds onto a green
ruck sack.

CARLO COLON(SUBTITLED)
Everyone stay still. Be calm.

CARLO COLON
Gringo. You have no where to go.
No one is coming to help you.
Surrender and we won't hurt you.

Guy ducks down behind a giant stash of coke.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You understand English?

Carlo gives Lela the go sign. Lela lays the bag down under
one of the counters and heads down the aisle towards the voice.
70.

CARLO COLON
Yes my friend. Very well.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Good. Then get fucked.

Carlo shoots at the pile and a huge puff of white dust hits
the air.

LELA
No. Don't shoot here.

Guy jumps up and grabs Lela by the throat from behind,


holding the gun to her head.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Hello, baby.
(to Carlo)
Tell your men to throw their
weapons and get on the floor.

CARLO COLON
(he continues
pointing his gun at Guy)
No gringo. Fuck you. You can't
kill all of us.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I don't need to. This is Mateo
Pereira's daughter right? I'm sure
if something happens to her your
hefe' won't be too happy. Tell
your men to throw their weapons. NOW.

CARLO COLON (SUBTITLED)


Throw your weapons. Now.

The soldiers all throw their weapons across the factory and
get down on the floor.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You too.

Colon chucks his weapon.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


All of them.

Colon reaches into his back and throws another gun across
the room.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Now, tell them to get on the ground
and get your skinny ass over here.
71.

Guy walks with Lela firm in his clutches.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Take me to my friend.

They walk towards the room.

Carlo starts to laugh.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Something funny Pedro?

CARLO COLON
Yes, it's funny that I am walking
with a dead man.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


A dead man, huh?

Guy throws Lela to the ground and slams his gun against the
head of Carlo.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Not bad for a dead guy, huh toots?

He looks down and Lela is gone.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Wow...quick little bitch.

He kicks down the door of the room where Sammy is. He jumps
into the room aiming his weapon everywhere.

Sammy sits tied up and bleeding.

SAMMY DILLON
Well, about fucking time.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


We alone?

SAMMY DILLON
Yeah, just you and Uncle Sammy.

Guy reaches down and starts untying Sammy.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You cool?

SAMMY DILLON
Yeah, I got knocked out by the
knock out.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


She's unbelievable.
72.

SAMMY DILLON
Yeah...I saw her first.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You sure know how to pick 'em.

Guy finishes and Sammy gets up.

SAMMY DILLON
Is my nose broken?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Yeah, man.

SAMMY DILLON
Well, shit...there goes my shot at
Good Morning America. Thank God
I'm just a bartender.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Let's get the fuck out of here,
it's about to get real nasty...real
fasty.

Sammy and Guy walk out slowly.

Guy grabs a weapon from a dead soldier.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Here you go hero. Remember...this
is the dangerous end.

SAMMY DILLON
Got it.

Sammy reaches down into the dead soldiers pocket and takes
his Charms back.

SAMMY DILLON
That's what you get for stealing my
candy.

INT. MATEO PERREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND

Carlo and Lela pack weapons.

CARLO COLON
You okay, mi amor? Where is the money?

LELA PEREIRA
I'm fine...it's in the warehouse.
You're bleeding.

He wipes the blood off his head and shakes his head to imply
it is nothing.
73.

LELA PEREIRA
Those two men will never leave this
country.

Carlo walks over to Lela and kisses her.

EXT. MATEO PERREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND-SAME

Stone sits perched in the window of a building, his gun is


on the ground. He talks into a radio.

LTC MARCUS STONE


I've got them both lined up, just
say the word and it's over.

CARLO COLON(VO)
Wait, just keep them in your sites.
Don't lose them.

INT. MATEO PEREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND

CARLO COLON
I will be there in one minute.

He turns to Lela and embraces her.

LELA
Be careful. I'm right behind you.

CARLO COLON
Don't worry. See you soon.

They kiss again.

EXT. MATEO PERREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND

Stone turns to Pete Zalinski.

LTC MARCUS STONE


This mother fucker is gonna get us
all killed.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Don't sweat it sir. Everything is
on schedule. A few more minutes
and he won't be a problem anymore.

Pete grabs his gear and heads out the door.

CARLO COLON (VO)


Stone...

LTC MARCUS STONE


Go.
74.

CARLO COLON (VO)


I've lost them, do you see them?

LTC MARCUS STONE


(he's not even looking)
Yes, they are about two hundred
feet from you. I can take them
right now. Just say the word.

CARLO COLON (VO)


No. Do not fire. I want to show
them what it means to suffer.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Just say the word.

EXT. JUNGLE OUTSIDE MATEO PERREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND-SAME

Carlo Colon and one of his soldiers approach two men from
the rear.

CARLO COLON (SUBTITLED)


Stop, don't move.

The two men freeze and raise their hands.

CARLO COLON (SUBTITLED)


Turn around slowly.

Pete Zalinski and one of the other soldiers who is dressed


in American fatigues turn around.

CARLO COLON
Zalinski...you almost got killed.
Where are the others?

Carlo lowers his weapon and puts his hand on Pete's shoulder.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


There are no others. Just you, me,
Jesus here and of course the Colonel...

He motions for Colon to look out into the jungle. Colon


looks out to see if he can see anybody.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


(into his radio)
We're green.

EXT. MATEO PEREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND-SAME

Stone sits perched aiming his weapon out the window.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Goodbye Carlo.
75.

He shoots.

EXT. JUNGLE OUTSIDE MATEO PERREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND-SAME

Carlo drops to the ground. Jesus, the other soldier has no


clue what just happened.

JESUS
Por que?

Peter turns to Jesus and shoots him in the head.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Por que!

He grabs his radio.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Alright Colonel, we're clear here.
These people really need to learn
English.

LTC MARCUS STONE (VO)


Return to camp.

EXT. JUNGLE OUTSIDE MATEO PERREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND-SAME

Sammy and Guy are very close to the shootings. They crouch
by a downed tree. Guy holds onto the green bag from the
warehouse.

SAMMY DILLON
What the fuck was that?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Gunshots.

SAMMY DILLON
No shit, I know it was gunshots, I
mean who's shooting?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Gee, let me consult my jungle
shooting book, let's see...where is
that?
(he pats himself down)
How the fuck would I know? All I
know is that we gotta stay down and
watch our ass.

Sammy starts looking through the jungle.


76.

SAMMY DILLON
Judging by the noise, the shots
came from right 'bout there.
(he points, reflects)
Man, I wish they didn't take my hooch.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I'm starting to think you might
have a drinking problem.

SAMMY DILLON
You think I should quit?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Nobody likes a quitter.

They both laugh, nervously.

Guy motions for Sammy to be quiet and starts opening the bag,
he nearly shits himself when he sees what's inside.

SAMMY DILLON
What? What's in the bag?

Guy pushes the bag towards him.

SAMMY DILLON
HOLY SHIT!

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Shhhhh!

SAMMY DILLON
Jesus, there's gotta be a couple
hundred g's in here.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Shhhh...I know.

SAMMY DILLON
Why do you keep shushing me? Do
you hear something?

A gunshot rings out and a huge chunk of tree flies out


between Sammy and Guy.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Shit, sniper! Get down!

He grabs Sammy and the two duck down low and crawl into the
jungle.
77.

EXT. JUNGLE OUTSIDE MATEO PERREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND-SAME

Off in the distance Peter Zalinski aims his weapon towards


the jungle. He raises his radio to his mouth.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Colonel?

LTC MARCUS STONE(VO)


Go.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


You are not going to believe this shit.

LTC MARCUS(VO)
Talk to me.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Guess who our two visitors are?

LTC MARCUS STONE (VO)


Skip the games, who?

As he is about to speak into his radio a gun nuzzles right


next to his head.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Hey Pete.

Zalinski lowers his weapon and stays still.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Hey Duke...how's it hanging?

LTC MARCUS STONE (VO)


Zalinski? Who's there?

Sammy walks up from the bushes.

SAMMY DILLON
Why don't you give that radio over
here.

Pete starts slowly moving.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Don't even think it Pete. Stay
cool. Raise your hands...slowly.
I will shoot you, you know it.

Pete raises his arms and starts laughing.

SAMMY DILLON
What's so fucking funny?
78.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


(to Guy)
Man, you must be fucking Superman.
I am surprised to see you.

SAMMY DILLON
Shoot him Guy, shoot him now.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


How the hell did you drag this
primadonna this far? And the
plane...how'd you pull that off.
Stone said he fixed all the chutes.
I thought you were dead.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Shut up Pete, I'm not in the best
mood. What the hell are you doing
here? Tell me you're not working
with Stone. Please tell me that.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


I'm finishing the mission. We are
this close to nailing Colon...

LTC MARCUS STONE (VO)


Sergeant Zalinski...do you copy?

Guy lowers his gun and shoots the radio. He raises it back
quickly to Pete.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


The next one is yours if you don't
tell me what's going on in three
seconds. Why the hell did you try
and kill me?

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


In about five seconds there's gonna
be soldiers screaming all over this
place. Listen to me Guy, run...run
now. I'll cover for you, I'll lead
them away.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


GOD DAMN IT, PETE! WHAT THE FUCK
ARE YOU DOING HERE?

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


You never get the big picture.
(a beat)
You know how much I got paid last year?

SAMMY DILLON
How long you been in?
79.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


What?

SAMMY DILLON
How long you been in?

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Fourteen years.

Sammy looks up and quickly calculates in his head.

SAMMY DILLON
Thirty-seven thousand, five hundred
and eighty dollars...give or take.
Based on you being an E-Seven with
that long of service, obviously,
there's no way for me to determine
how long you've been an E-Seven,
but I figure you are in the Army
and they promote quickly so...

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Wow, even better! You got stuck
with Rainman.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(to Sammy)
Will you fucking shut up? Seriously,
shut the fuck up.
(to Pete)
What's your point, Pete? Not
making enough money so you killed
your brothers? How much did your
soul cost you?

Pete starts laughing again.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


What the hell happened to you?

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


There is no war on drugs. Don't
you get that? The only casualties
in that war are ours. Don't you
see? The drugs are going to get
in...our government lets them
everyday. There's no way you can
be this naive.

SAMMY DILLON
So what? Can't beat 'em, join 'em?
Is that it? Get in bed with one of
the cartels, turn Howard Air Force
Base into Drugs-R-Us? Gonna be
hard to do without this.
80.

He holds up the bag.

SAMMY DILLON
(to Guy)
Man...and you say I know how to
pick 'em. Some friend.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


That money is nothing. That's two
hundred grand. We are talking
about BILLIONS! Yeah, drugs'll
still get in, but who cares? At
least we'll control 'em.

SAMMY DILLON
Plus, you can profit off other
people's misery. Sounds like a
great plan...what a hero.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


I could kill you faster then you
can wink your eye.

He points at Sammy and winks.

In the distance a group of soldiers approach quickly.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Uh oh. Whatcha gonna do now?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I'm taking you with me. You try
anything and I'll pop you myself.

SAMMY DILLON
Fuck that. Shoot this fucking sell
out.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Go ahead Guy, shoot me. I wouldn't
be the first friend of yours to see
the wrong side or your weapon,
would I?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Fuck you.

SAMMY DILLON
What's that mean?

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Didn't he tell you? Oh come on,
Duke...you didn't tell the story to
your new best friend?
81.

SAMMY DILLON
What's he talking about?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Nothing. Shut up Zalinski or it's
over.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Come on Duke. You're the hero, of
course every hero has a tragic
quality. Guy here killed his best
friend. Right buddy? Don't you
got his tag on your neck still?
I'm sure his wife and kid are
comforted by that.

Guy lunges at Pete. They roll on the ground and fight.


Guy's weapon flies to the side.

Pete lands a good kick in the groin to Guy who tries to jump
on him.

Sammy runs to grab the weapon.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You piece of shit.

Pete and Guy scrum some more, trading punches. They stand
up and face each other. Pete pulls a knife off his chest
holster and takes a swipe at Guy.

Sammy aims the gun at Pete.

SAMMY DILLON
Put down the knife you pussy. He
may not want to kill you, but you
don't mean shit to me.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(to Sammy)
I got this.
(pauses)
Sammy, seriously. I got this bro.

Sammy lowers the weapon and Guy grabs his knife from his side.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Alright man, this is what you want?
Then you fucking got it.

The two continue to take slashes at each other. Guy gets a


quick slice in on Pete's cheek.

SAMMY DILLON
Oooh...that's gonna scar.
82.

Pete grabs his face. Wipes the blood and goes back at Guy.

Guy throws him to the ground and stands leering above him.
Guy's knife is inches from Pete's face. Pete holds him off
with two hands.

Pete takes one hand and pushes the knife back towards Guy
and punches him in his face with his own hand.

Pete throws Guy off.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


It's over Pete.

Pete scurries backwards a la crab style and gets back to his


feet.

Guy lunges in and gets stabbed in the upper right shoulder.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Not yet buddy. Not yet.

Sammy holds the gun up again.

SAMMY DILLON
Screw you, lunatic...I'm shooting
this son of a bitch.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


No.
(he checks his shoulder)
I'm gonna finish this.

Sammy shakes his head and lowers the weapon.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Oh...how sweet. You gonna do it
for the team man?

Guy throws a vicious kick and knocks the knife out of Pete's
hands.

Pete dodges him and quickly jumps and grabs Sammy, holding
him in a half-nelson around the neck.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


I'll snap his fucking neck! Back
off Guy!

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Go ahead. I've been dragging his
ass around for two days. Hell, you
doing it'll save me a bullet.
83.

SAMMY DILLON
(to Pete)
He's kidding.
(to Guy)
You're kidding right?
(to Pete)
He's kidding. He's like that, he's
really a sensitive guy when you get
to know him.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Shut your fucking mouth Joan Lunden
or I'll end you.

Suddenly through the bush comes three armed men. Sammy


looks at his feet and kicks the weapon towards Guy.

Guy picks up the weapon and shoots towards the soldiers.

Sammy slams his elbow into the gut of Pete. Sammy slides
out of Pete's grip and throws a haymaker at his face. Pete
drops back onto his ass.

SAMMY DILLON
I got your Joan Lunden right here.

Shots ring out and Guy tackles Sammy.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Get down and stay down.

Pete jumps to his feet and dashes off into the jungle.

SAMMY DILLON
Shit! Get him.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


He ain't going nowhere. He'll be
back, and he won't be alone.

INT. MATEO PERREIRA'S LOUNGE VERANDA -SAME TIME

Two soldiers stand with Colonel Stone who is obviously


arming himself to the hilt a-la Schwarzenegger in "Commando".

MATEO PEREIRA
What's happening? Where's Carlo?

LTC MARCUS STONE


(into his radio)
Get the Senator out of here. Now!

MATEO PEREIRA
Answer me Stone. What's going on?
84.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Mr. Pereira, two men survived the
crash. I don't know who they are
and I don't know how. But, they
are armed and they are definitely
dangerous. They killed Carlo and
almost got Zalinski.

Lela enters the room.

LELA PEREIRA
Carlo is dead? Where are the
Americans?

LTC MARCUS STONE


That's not important. I'll take
care of them. What is important is
that we get your father and the
Senator out of here. Pronto.

MATEO PEREIRA
I will not run from my own house.
I want these two men brought to me.
ALIVE! They will pay for Carlo.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Sir, we don't have time...

MATEO PEREIRA
(yelling)
Colonel, I am not your senator!
This is my house and my country!
If those men are harmed by anyone
but me, you will learn pain like
you have never known! Now go!

Senator Tate enters the room accompanied by two armed guards.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Colonel Stone, do what Mr. Pereira
says. I'll be fine.

Stone darts out the door with the three soldiers.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Old friend. Colonel Stone is right,
we need to get out of here.
Certainly you don't think I...

MATEO
Senator I advise you to keep quiet
if you want to live. I am not in a
negotiating mood. When these two
men are found, we will see what is
going on.
85.

EXT. JUNGLE OUTSIDE MATEO PERREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND-SAME

A pair of soldiers creeps stealthily through the jungle.

In another part of the jungle, Sammy and Guy traverse


silently as well.

Gunshots ring out and it is obvious that Sammy and Guy are
not as hidden as they thought.

They return fire in a general direction, not knowing where


it came from.

SAMMY DILLON
Shit!

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Keep down and keep moving. We need
to get into some more open air.
Head due East...STAY DOWN!

Sammy continues to walk quickly and low through the jungle.


Guy walks behind him and off about ten yards.

Guy whistles. Sammy keeps moving. Guy whistles again.

Peter Zalinski pops out of the jungle with three men. All
of them face Guy.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Sergeant First Class Masterson.
How you doing? Put down the cannon
old buddy.

Guy seethes. He starts to put the gun on the ground...

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Slowly.
(to the soldiers)
Two of you go that way and find the
other one. DO NOT HURT HIM! Mateo
wants him alive.
(to Guy)
He wants you alive too buddy.
Although, given the choice...I'd
probably rather die then go through
what you are about to go through.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You son of a bitch. I swear to God,
you better hope he kills me.
86.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Yeah? Or what? You had your
chance and you couldn't finish the
mission.

Colonel Stone comes walking into the area.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Just like Mogadishu. Just couldn't
get the job done, huh Sarge?

Guy's eyes widen when he sees Stone.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Don't tell me you're surprised to
see me. At least not as surprised
as I am to see you. Why can't you
die in a plane crash like a normal
person?
(to Pete)
Who's the other one?

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


You are going to love this. It's
the broadcaster.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Mr. TV...how priceless! I never
liked that piece of shit. Helluva
partner you picked.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I didn't pick him. You killed
everyone else.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Good point. Well, enough chit chat,
we'll have ample time to reminisce
later, right now Mateo Pereira
wants to torture you and your boy-
wonder for killing his right hand man.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


On the bright side, when he's done
with you, I get to finish you off.

A soldier slowly walks towards them.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Que?

The man keeps walking.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Que? Alto!
87.

From behind the soldier Sammy jumps out and starts shooting.
He wings Stone and gets Zalinski flush in the chest.

Stone shoots back as he retreats into the jungle. He nails


the soldier that Sammy pulls in front of him as a human shield.

Guy grabs a weapon off the ground and starts plugging away
into the bush.

Zalinski crawls trying to reach a weapon. Guy steps on his


arm within two inches of grabbing one.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Peter, you lost your way.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


(sniveling)
C'mon Duke...don't shoot me.
Please, I swear the Senator'll take
care of everything. He'll make us
all rich.

Guy shakes his head.

Peter takes his dog tags off and hands them to Guy.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


(last ditch--for sympathy)
Give these to my daughter.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You have no honor. You're nothing.
Say goodnight Pete.

SSG PETER ZALINSKI


Goodnight Pete.

BAM! Guy fires one directly into Peter's head.

SAMMY DILLON
You alright?

Guy stares down menacingly at Pete's corpse.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Huh?

SAMMY DILLON
I'm sorry you had to kill your friend.

Guy looks down at Pete's dog tags in his hand and tosses
them into the jungle.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Fuck him. Let's go get Stone.
88.

INT. MATEO PERREIRA'S LOUNGE VERANDA-SAME

Mateo, Tate and Lela sit around a table.

Stone busts through the door. He bleeds through his right


shoulder.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Colonel Stone, are you alright?

The Senator walks towards Stone.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Fine sir, it's nothing. We need to
get you out of here. This place is
gonna be crawling with an extraction
team quickly.

Mateo sits spinning a 9mm on the table.

MATEO PEREIRA
You will sit right here and wait
this out. Just like me.

Stone raises his weapon towards Mateo, who in turn raises


his right back at him.

Lela raises her weapon directly at Tate who stands completely


still.

MATEO PEREIRA
(laughing)
Did you think I would let you get
away with this? This is Colombia,
not Kansas. Lela, darling...get
rid of that double crossing gringo.

Tate raises his hand to Stone to lower his weapon. He does


so reluctantly. Mateo lowers his weapon, smiling.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


See, old friend...this is not
necessary.

MATEO PEREIRA
Kill him.

Lela cocks her weapon and turns it on her father.

MATEO PEREIRA
(confused)
Lelita?

She shoots him in the chest.


89.

MATEO PEREIRA
(shocked)
No.

LELA PEREIRA
Good bye Poppy.

She shoots him once again and falls flat through the glass
table.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Let's go angel.

INT. MATEO PEREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND

Sammy and Guy slink down a corridor.

Hearing voices they duck into a room.

Guy looks at Sammy, shakes his head and whispers:

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You know you can't keep that money.

SAMMY DILLON
What the hell are you talking about?
It's drug money. It's not like
anyone's gonna miss it.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Shhhh, I'm serious.

SAMMY DILLON
Hey, fuck you! With all the shit
I've been through today. I've
earned it.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Tell you what, we get out of this
alive and we'll discuss it. The
bag stays here until then.

Lela, Tate and Stone all jog down the hallway.

EXT. MATEO PEREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND-YARD

LTC MARCUS STONE


Sir, the chopper is ready, they'll
land in less than five minutes. We
can be at Howard in less than two
hours.
90.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Perfect, I'll have time to catch
nine holes of twilight. Do you
golf darling?

LELA PEREIRA
No, but I am a fast learner.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Of course you are.

They rush past the room where Guy and Sammy hide.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Sir, take Lela and get on the
chopper. I've got to take care of
those two pests.

Tate and Lela rush off.

Stone stops at the end of the hallway.

LTC MARCUS STONE


(yelling)
Hey Sarge? You there? Why don't
you bring your little buddy and
come over to Markie's house to play.
You're gonna wish you died in that
plane when I'm done with you.

From inside the room...

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I'm gonna barbecue your ass Stone.

SAMMY DILLON
(quietly)
I'm going after the chick and the
prick.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I'll be there in five minutes...do
not let that chopper off the ground.
I'll draw dickless' fire, you hit
the door.

SAMMY DILLON
See you in five...

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Sammy...
(he points and winks)
"Take care."
91.

SAMMY DILLON
(amused)
You too.

Guy kicks the door open and hits the ground shooting up...

Sammy reaches down, grabs the bag and bolts behind him,
through the hallway and out the other door.

Guy rolls up and climbs behind a pillar.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Hey Stone, did I kill you yet?

From the dining room down the hall.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Not yet.
(a beat)
I'll bet the whole Pete thing threw
you off...huh? Do you miss him?

He starts to slide down the hall.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Don't worry, you two can hang out
together again soon.

He shoots at the pillar.

Guy ducks back behind the pillar.

EXT. MATEO PEREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND-YARD

Sammy runs wildly towards Tate and Lela, who await a landing
chopper.

SAMMY DILLON
Freeze.

Tate and Lela both turn around.

Lela looks at Tate who smiles and shakes his head.

Lela turns an uzi machine gun towards Sammy and starts to spray.

Sammy throws his hands above his head and hits the deck,
scurrying towards cover.

SAMMY DILLON
Well that was fucking stupid.

He hides behind a marble statue. He holds the gun over his


head and starts shooting.
92.

INT. MATEO PEREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND

Guy and Stone continue their cat and mouse game.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You have no honor...just like Pete.
And, in about thirty seconds you'll
be dead...just like Pete.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Somehow, I don't think so.

He reaches off his vest and pulls off a grenade...he slides


it on the floor towards the pillar.

Guy jumps from outside of the pillar and starts to shoot.


Click, click. EMPTY.

Stone laughs and points his weapon directly at Guy. Click,


Click...Empty as well.

LTC MARCUS STONE


(amused)
Huh?

They both look down and realize the grenade is still in play
and jump out separate windows. The grenade blows up.

EXT. MATEO PEREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND - ONE SIDE OF THE HOUSE

Stone rolls up and makes a mad dash towards the chopper.

EXT. MATEO PEREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND - THE OTHER SIDE OF THE


HOUSE

Guy gives chase and starts a mean sprint towards the sound
of the chopper.

EXT. MATEO PEREIRA'S DRUG COMPOUND - YARD

Lela continues to fire, pinning down Sammy. The chopper


descends slowly and Lela and Tate both make for the bird.

Guy comes screaming around the corner by Sammy.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Where's Stone?

SAMMY DILLON
Hell, I don't know...

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


They're not going anywhere.
93.

Guy grabs a clip off his waist, reloads and starts to shoot
at the Chopper which causes the pilot to hover higher and
not land. A gunner from the door of the chopper starts
shooting towards Sammy and Guy.

SAMMY DILLON
Great!

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Keep shooting. How's your ammo?

SAMMY DILLON
Last clip.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Make it last.

He notices the bag.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


What the hell did I say about that
money?

SAMMY DILLON
Let it go man.

Stone comes rolling around the corner towards Lela and Tate.

SAMMY DILLON
There's your buddy.

Guy looks over the statue and tries to take a shot at Stone.

He then rolls to the one side of the statue and starts


making his way towards the bad guys.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Cover me.

SAMMY DILLON
What?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


(yelling)
COVER ME!

Sammy starts shooting towards them as Guy runs.

LELA PEREIRA
Why are those two still alive?

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Yes, why indeed Colonel Stone?
More importantly, why will this
fucking helicopter not land?
94.

LTC MARCUS STONE


(into his radio)
You need to land immediately. We
need to get the Senator out of this
hostile area.

CHOPPER PILOT (V0)


Negative. We can't land with all
this ground fire.

LTC MARCUS STONE


(into his radio)
Land the fucking bird. That is an
order.

LELA PEREIRA
Goddamn it, I guess I need to take
care of everything myself.

She runs towards Sammy and Guy.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


You gotta love her tenacity.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Yes sir.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


(noticing that Stone
just stands there)
Well...go take care of those
bastards or I'll kill you myself.

Stone looks at him incredulously.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Yes sir.

He runs towards Sammy and Guy.

Guy hides behind a row of pillars lining the compound.

Stone and Lela both converge fire on him pinning him behind
the pillar.

LTC MARCUS STONE


Sergeant Masterson, you are pinned
down. You've got no where to go.
Be smart, throw down your weapon
and come out. Lela here could
probably get you on the Senator's
staff.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Fuck you, you piece of shit.
95.

LELA PEREIRA
Sergeant...think about it. You go
back a hero, you can tell about the
horrors of the jungle drug
lords...I will make it well worth
your while.

From behind the statue...

SAMMY DILLON
What about me?

Lela turns her weapon towards Sammy. Stone never leaves Guy.

LTC MARCUS STONE


What about you?

SAMMY DILLON
Will you make it worth my while?
I've got your two hundred grand in
this bag...plus, I'm a big TV
star...shit, I don't even belong
here. I wasn't supposed to be on
that plane.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Shut up Dillon. They're gonna kill
you no matter what.

LELA PEREIRA
That is not true. You could be
very useful to us with propaganda.
You can even keep the money, right
Colonel?

She signals for him to go towards Sammy.

SAMMY DILLON
I'm gonna throw my weapon out and
surrender. Don't shoot me.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Sammy I swear to God, if you go out
there I'll shoot you myself.

SAMMY DILLON
Fuck you! This is my life. I've
got to face my own deadline here
man. You need to understand that.

Sammy throws his weapon out into the grass.

LELA PEREIRA
Stay there. Don't move, I don't
want to shoot you.
96.

Sammy walks slowly with his hands up.

LELA PEREIRA
Come on Sergeant...join your friend.
Together we could make a good team.
(to Sammy)
Walk very slowly to me chico.

Sammy walks towards her.

While he walks, Stone slinks around the pillars trying to


get an angle on Guy.

SAMMY DILLON
Hey, listen to this idea.

LELA PEREIRA
Don't move, I'll shoot you.

SAMMY DILLON
Wait, just listen.

Sammy opens the bag, pulls out a 9mm, drops to the ground
and shoots Lela in the chest.

SAMMY DILLON
Ooh...you didn't see that shit
coming did you bitch?

He crawls over to her, dragging the bag behind him.

SAMMY DILLON
Lay still...where's your buddy?

He gets up in a crouch and checks the area.

From five feet behind him...

LTC MARCUS STONE


Right here.

Stone shoots and hits Sammy in the back on the upper shoulder.

SAMMY DILLON
Shit.

Sammy falls straight forward, staring ahead in a daze.

From behind the pillar, Guy runs out shooting Stone five or
six times.

He runs over and stares down at him.


97.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You are a fucking disgrace to the
uniform.

Stone lays silently on the ground. Guy grabs his dog tags
and chucks them into the jungle.

He rushes to Sammy's side. Sammy lays face down. Silent.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You okay man? Sammy, talk to me.

Guy rolls Sammy over. Sammy remains still and silent.

Sammy opens his eyes and smiles.

SAMMY DILLON
Gotcha.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You son of a bitch.

Another helicopter approaches.

US SOLDIER (V0)
(from the helicopter)
Hostile air craft, you are firing
on US Soldiers. You are ordered to
land immediately or we will engage.

The Senator's helicopter begins landing.

Sammy sits up...

SAMMY DILLON
So, that's what it feels like to
get shot. It's not that bad. It
itches like a mother.

Sammy and Guy both start laughing.

The US helicopter hovers above the scene.

Guy grabs him and hugs him.

Off to the rear, Lela reaches over and grabs a weapon and
sits up and shoots at Sammy and Guy.

Sammy shoots over Guy's shoulder and hits her in the head.
She falls dead.
98.

SAMMY DILLON
Jesus Christ, why won't that bitch
die?
(a beat)
Man, that was close.

Guy stares at Sammy, he smiles and starts blinking. A


trickle of blood drips from the corner of his mouth.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Yeah, real close.

Guy falls back clutching his chest.

SAMMY DILLON
No, come on. Guy?

Guy lays still staring dead ahead.

The US helicopter lands and several armed soldiers exit.

SAMMY DILLON
I need some help over here. I NEED
SOME HELP OVER HERE!

Two soldiers run to Sammy's side.

US SOLDIER 1
What do we got?

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


I took one in the back. Right
beneath my left shoulder.

US SOLDIER 2
(into his radio)
We need the medic...now.
(to Guy)
Don't worry Sarge, we'll get you
patched up double time.
(to Sammy)
What about you? You look like you
took one as well.

SAMMY DILLON
I'm fine. Just get him out of here.

Senator Tate runs from out of the jungle. Two soldiers


approach him.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Thank God. I need to get out of here.

Two men work on Guy, one walks with Sammy towards the
helicopter.
99.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


That man is a hero. He and his
partner saved my life. I won't
forget this Sergeant Dillon. I'll
be sure your command knows about
what happened here, how you and
Sergeant Masterson saved my life.

Sammy walks towards him. Shakes his head, laughing.

Tate offers his hand to Sammy.

SENATOR JAMES TATE


Thank you.

Sammy takes his hand and pulls him close.

SAMMY DILLON
You aren't getting away with this
you piece of shit.

Sammy punches him square in the gut and pushes him onto the
ground.

SAMMY DILLON
Get that son of a bitch in some
cuffs he's a traitor.

Tate lays writhing on the ground.

Two soldiers approach pushing a gurney with Guy on it


towards the helicopter.

They lift Guy onto the chopper.

INT. US HELICOPTER

Guy lays silently, eyes wide staring at the ceiling.

A MEDIC works patching Sammy's shoulder.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Dillon...

Sammy moves towards Guy.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Dillon...

SAMMY DILLON
Yeah man. I'm here.

Guy rips off his tags and puts them in Sammy's hand.
100.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


You made your deadline, hero.
You're one helluva solider for a
pencil pusher.

He struggles to laugh, choking on his own blood.

SAMMY DILLON
Easy. Don't get all soft on me.
You're gonna be fine. You got that
man?

Guy stares ahead.

Sammy looks at the medic who shakes his head negatively.

Sammy looks down at the dog tags sitting in his hand.

CU-SHOT OF DOG TAGS RESTING IN SAMMY DILLON'S HANDS

INT. A BAR BACK IN THE STATES-SEVERAL MONTHS LATER

CU-SHOT OF DOG TAGS RESTING IN SAMMY DILLON'S HANDS

Sammy looks down at the dog tags in his hand and puts them
back in his pocket and begins to wipe down the bar.

Through the mirror behind him, you can see a door open and a
man standing in the shadow.

SAMMY DILLON
Sorry man, we don't open for
another hour.

The man walks in slowly, it's Guy.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Oh, I think you can open a little
early for an old friend.

SAMMY DILLON
Hey...what's up pal?

The two shake hands and the camera begins to truck back.

MARION "GUY" MASTERSON


Why don't you set us up with a
couple shots of Wild Turkey.

SAMMY DILLON
How about just one shot...I quit
drinking. It's bad for you, ya
know...I did a story on it once.

The two men laugh...


101.

Sammy pours one shot...then another.

SAMMY DILLON
Aw, fuck it...nobody likes a quitter.

They both slam the shots back.

The camera continues to truck back through the doors


revealing the name of the bar..."NOBODY'S HERO".

FADE OUT.

THE END

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