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- Convoy Sequence #2
- EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY
- A convoy travels down a narrow and winding road.
- INT. MRAP - DAY
- A group of soldiers and a reporter, MARK DIAZ, (24) look out
- at the scenery around them.
- Diaz holds a DSLR camera and wears a GoPro.
- DONOVAN PAULSEN, (26) sits there with his M4 in front of him.
- He thumbs a photo of his family.
- CARLOS HERNANDEZ, (22) drives the MRAP.
- Conrad stands on the mounted gun. Don looks up from the
- inside at Conrad.
- DON
- Hey Miller, you get your head blown
- off yet?
- CONRAD
- Nope, you shoot youself yet? I know
- being married tends to push a guy
- like you over the edge. Shit, I'll
- do it for you should it come to
- that.
- DON
- Nope. I least I won't die without
- getting my dick sucked! How about I
- come up there and cut your throat
- open?
- Hernandez looks back at Diaz.
- HERNANDEZ
- You see what I gotta deal with man?
- These white boys keep wanting to
- whack each other. Wey, back in the
- hood we'd have just done it.
- CONRAD
- Well, I'd do something, but unlike
- you, Paulsen and I don't look all
- that good in orange.
- HERNANDEZ
- Say that shit in the hood, homie.
- DON
- Is it because you can't actually
- fight him yourself and need four of
- your hombres to do it for you?
- Diaz smirks at this. Hernandez glances back and glares at
- Diaz.
- HERNANDEZ
- Don't think I won't fuck you up,
- homie.
- DIAZ
- You've already tried.
- HERNANDEZ
- You don't need no fancy martial
- arts when you got four of your
- homies backing you up you know.
- DIAZ
- They ONLY came in when I had you on
- the ground.
- HERNANDEZ
- Still proves a point, carnal.
- Diaz looks down at his notepad again. He looks up and around
- at the others.
- DON
- Oh christ, he's got that look
- again.
- CONRAD
- Which one, the stupid question or
- we did a Geneva Convention no no
- look?
- DON
- The stupid question one.
- The three groan at this.
- HERNANDEZ
- Wey, why didn't you just come in
- like the other reporters? Just drop
- in by helicopter and camera crew
- like all them white boys, ask the
- questions and then leave?
- DON
- Kid's got a point, you're not like
- the rest of them. We get the usual
- run of the mill types, CNN, NBC,
- whole nine yards. The hell? You
- just wake up one day and think "I'm
- going to sit with a bunch of
- trained killers and record what I
- see"?
- DIAZ
- I answer those questions and you
- guys answer mine.
- DON
- Yeah, fine.
- HERNANDEZ
- Whatever, man.
- CONRAD
- Deal.
- DIAZ
- Well when being a creative writer
- fucks you and you're 200k in the
- hole, you kind of run out of
- options.
- CONRAD
- Real question is, why didn't you
- just opt to enlist like every other
- jerk off? Be cool like us.
- DIAZ
- Three heart attacks.
- Conrad looks down from the turret.
- Hernandez looks back from the driver's seat. Don j
- His eyes wide and for a moment he carries a look of concern.
- CONRAD
- Are you fucking serious? Paulsen?
- DON
- Yeah?
- CONRAD
- Did you bother to tell anyone that
- this guy could die on us at any
- given moment?
- DON
- It's the first I'm hearing of it.
- CONRAD
- Well, if he does go down I'm
- putting him out of his misery. One
- less guy for you you to carry.
- DIAZ
- It'd be a welcome change. Anyway,
- question time.
- A collective and annoyed groan from everyone in the vehicle.
- Diaz pulls out his notepad.
- DIAZ (CONT’D)
- Gimme a sec here just...
- CONRAD
- GUYS I GOT-
- The question reads, "What's waiting for you guys at home?"
- The MRAP at the front of the convoy goes off, a fiery
- explosion with it.
- The radio next to Hernandez lights up.
- IND SOLDIER 1
- (radio)
- Vic two to all victors! Vics one
- and four are down, I repeat vics
- one and four are down!
- DIAZ
- No shit!
- Fear shows in Diaz's eyes as he throws his camera down.
- Conrad fires the machine gun, as the group scrambles to get
- out of the vehicle. Rounds fly into the MRAP doors.
- DIAZ (CONT’D)
- SHIT SHIT SHIT!
- HERNANDEZ
- Man, where the fuck they
- shooting from?!
- One flies past Diaz and Don.
- DON
- Conrad, keep those fuckers heads'
- down, everyone else, OUT!
- The radio next to Hernandez lights up.
- Another explosion rings out.
- IND SOLDIER 1 (O.S.)
- (radio)
- Vic two to all victors! Vics one
- and four are down, I repeat vics
- one and four are down!
- DIAZ
- No shit!
- Fear shows in Diaz's eyes as he throws his camera down.
- Conrad fires the M2. The shell casings fall inside.
- As the group scrambles to get out of the vehicle. Rounds fly
- into the MRAP doors.
- One flies past Diaz and Paulsen. The two look at each other.
- PAULSEN
- EVERYONE OUT!
- The Humvee behind them goes up in smoke as an RPG flies into
- its side.
- IND SOLDIER 1 (O.S.)
- (radio)
- Be advised, we just lost vic six!
- EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY
- Don keeps his head down as rounds fly above his head. A
- burning and turned over Humvee sits in front of a stopped
- MRAP.
- Don looks around.
- Diaz scrambles in front of him behind the tire of the MRAP
- they just exited. He takes his helmet and checks it, then
- looks up at Don.
- DIAZ
- What the hell are we doing man?!
- Screams fill the air as rounds start to land on the MRAP. Don
- raises one finger and peers out behind him.
- IND SOLDIER 1 (O.S.)
- MEDIC! OH GOD, DOC!
- An RPG hits the second vehicle at the front of the convoy.
- It's a one lane road.
- DON
- There's no escape... We're fuckin'
- boxed in.
- The Humvee behind him has dead soldiers in it. One door is
- open. One soldier lays there, his head in the ground.
- Don takes a moment to look at all this.
- Conrad lays down fire with the .50. Hernandez looks back at
- Don.
- HERNANDEZ
- STAFF SERGEANT, WHAT THE FUCK ARE
- WE DOING WEY?!
- DON
- (looks around more)
- Hold position here! KEEP LAYING
- DOWN FIRE!
- Don takes off his rifle and passes it to Diaz. He takes the
- rifle magazines off his vest.
- DIAZ
- Give me a gun, I can fight!
- DON
- Good, remember what I taught you?
- Diaz nods and stands up, rifle in hand. His hands shake as he
- tries to lay down fire with the rest of them.
- Don looks up.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Miller, you-
- A round hits Miller's helmet. He falls down from the turret.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Oh, fuck!
- Don opens the door to the MRAP. Rounds hit the glass as Don
- drags him out. He takes Conrad's helmet off and takes out a
- pack of cold compress.
- Conrad swats it away from his head.
- Conrad throws his helmet off to the side.
- CONRAD
- I'm fine, take care of the others!
- Conrad stands back and stumbles for a second. He reaches back
- into the MRAP and takes a 240 SAW.
- Don nods. He checks behind him at the downed soldier. He
- looks back at the front of the convoy.
- DON
- Son of a bitch.
- Don turns around.
- DON (CONT’D)
- FUCKING COVER ME, I GOTTA GET TO
- THE BURNING HUMMER!
- CONRAD
- GOT IT!
- HERNANDEZ
- COPY!
- The two start firing at the same time.
- A volley of bullets returns fire.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- GO!
- Don runs across to the next MRAP and opens the passenger's
- side door. He knocks on the side door.
- DON
- Friendly coming through!
- VALENTINE, (21) is on the radio.
- VALENTINE (O.S.)
- (into radio)
- Baseplate, I say again! We are
- troops in contact along MSR
- Houston, grid to follow!
- Diaz watches the hillside as he watches more fighters try and
- make their way down from the mountainside.
- DIAZ
- I see four, they're on the
- mountain. I think that's 200 meters
- away from us!
- Shots begin to ring next to him, the dirt around him starts
- kick up from incoming fire.
- HERNANDEZ
- You can count homie? Great, next
- thing you're gonna tell us is that
- you write! How many did you get?!
- Miller and Hernandez start to light up the village below them
- as the fire continues.
- CONRAD
- Four, fuckface!
- Diaz tries to range the target.
- HERNANDEZ
- Damn it, I got three!
- Diaz's gun goes dry.
- DIAZ
- This is fucked up man!
- HERNANDEZ
- Not as bad as your girl back home!
- Hernandez laughs as he reloads.
- HERNANDEZ (CONT’D)
- Come back from this and you're
- definitely getting laid!
- Diaz shakes as he fumbles with the mag. He ejects the other
- one and fumbles with the full one magazine.
- Diaz readjusts his glasses.
- He finally places the magazine in as a round flies into his
- chest. He falls back.
- DIAZ
- Oh fuck I'm shot!
- Miller runs over to him and looks him over.
- MILLER
- It's just your vest, get back in
- the fight!
- Diaz struggles with his gun, then checks the paddle. He
- chambers another round, then fires more.
- Miller looks back.
- Diaz's shots land around the insurgents, causing them to
- reposition.
- MILLER (CONT’D)
- REPORTER! YOU'RE JERKING THE
- TRIGGER. SLOW DOWN! TAKE A BREATH.
- Diaz does so, his eyes in line with the sights.
- MILLER (CONT’D)
- BREATHE!
- Diaz calms down and stops shaking.
- MILLER (CONT’D)
- SQUEEZE!
- He squeezes the trigger, his ACOG sight aligned with an
- insurgent.
- Four shots ring out next to them.
- Diaz fires a shot, as pink mist leaves an insurgent.
- MILLER (CONT’D)
- KILL!
- Don comes back from this, an unconscious soldier over him.
- DON
- Friendlies, watch your fire!
- Miller looks over.
- MILLER
- Paulsen, WHAT HAPPENED?! Did you
- just commit a fucking war crime?!
- Miller provides cover fire.
- The soldier has a bandage over his abdomen.
- Don sets the other soldier down behind the MRAP, then runs
- back through the Humvee's smoke.
- He comes back almost another second later.
- DANIEL CHO, (21) comes out, a bandage wrapped around his arm.
- CHO
- I can't feel my legs, doc!
- DON
- Don't worry, your dick still works.
- Don cracks a weak smile, then holds a serious look in his
- eyes.
- DON (CONT’D)
- I need you to call in the nine
- lines, you're the only one who can
- do it right now. I'm a little
- caught up.
- Cho looks at Don with fear in his eyes. He trembles as he's
- given the radio.
- CHO
- You trust me?
- DON
- Don't get your head blown off.
- Cho takes out a map and gets on the radio.
- CHO
- (into radio)
- Baseplate this is Alpha 3-3,
- standby for nine line!
- Don takes a breath.
- DON
- Hernandez, good?
- HERNANDEZ
- Still kickin'!
- DON
- Miller!
- Miller shoots a thumbs up as he stares down the sights of his
- rifle. Miller takes a few more shots.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Diaz!
- He turns around.
- DIAZ
- I'm good, yeah I'm-
- A round flies through the side of Diaz's neck.
- Diaz falls behind the MRAP tire, rifle in hand.
- The blood splatters on Don's kevlar and face.
- DIAZ (CONT’D)
- I'VE BEEN SHOT HELP!
- Diaz rolls around behind the MRAP.
- DON
- Hernandez, watch the mountainside!
- Hernandez switches positions. The fire continues near them.
- He picks up where Diaz left off. The fighters on the mountain
- start taking cover and firing back at them.
- A round flies past Don. Don crawls over.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Reporter, hey! Look at me!
- Diaz looks up at him.
- Don moves his hand off Diaz's neck, cleaning off the area
- around the wound.
- He wraps it.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Hold that.
- He places the bandage, wrapping it under his opposite arm.
- Don passes the rifle back to him.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Get back to it.
- Parks takes a breath.
- He repositions himself sitting against the MRAP tire and goes
- firing at the insurgents on the mountaintop.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Hernandez, back where you were.
- An explosion rocks the Hummer behind them.
- SPECIALIST JACK MANSLEY, (22) crawls out from the smoke of
- the explosion mere seconds later.
- MANSLEY
- Doc! My leg! Doc!
- DON
- COVER ME!
- Hernandez, Miller, and Diaz start firing from their
- positions.
- MANSLEY
- DOOCCCC! DOCCCCC!
- Mansley stares at the sky.
- Don runs over to him.
- DON
- Fuck.
- Don ties off the tourniquet.
- MANSLEY
- How's it look doc?
- DON
- You're gonna fucking die.
- MANSLEY
- I'm never gonna taste that
- stripper's pussy again.
- Don chuckles.
- DON
- Which one?
- MANSLEY
- Your sister's.
- Don glares as he bandages his stump.
- DON
- Don't make me take this off.
- MANSLEY
- When I see your sister, the only
- thing coming off is that tank top
- she's got.
- He drags Mansley behind his Hummer.
- Mansley's leg sits on top of the hill. Don stops, grabs it,
- and throws it next to him.
- Parks is next to them. He's on a mounted Squad Automatic and
- engages targets below them.
- Parks begins to switch rounds in his belt as the fire returns
- back to his position. He scoots back and finishes his reload.
- Don shows up next to him and taps him on the shoulder.
- DON
- You hit?!
- Parks gives a thumbs up. A round hits his helmet and causes
- him to roll over.
- Parks looks up at Don. Don takes Parks's helmet off. A bruise
- sits along his head.
- DON (CONT’D)
- You're good, come on!
- Don puts the helmet back on Parks's head and helps him up. He
- grabs Parks's machine gun and passes it over to him. Parks
- nods and begins to fall back to where Conrad and Diaz are.
- Don runs toward the front of the convoy. Wounded soldiers run
- by him. Some shout orders, some fall back toward the front
- while others cover them. James stands there and fires rounds
- of a mortar tube.
- He hears a thud.
- O'DONNELL
- The door's closed!
- Don reaches in and pulls O'Donnel out.
- DON
- Stay here and shoot back!
- He looks at the Humvee.
- The three are positioned around different sections of the
- MRAP and shoot back at the assailants.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Cover me, I gotta move!
- O'DONNELL
- GOT IT, I got you!
- BELL
- On it!
- DON
- Moving!
- The two fire off a volley of shots as Don crosses to the
- burning Hummer.
- There he hears screams from the inside. They grow louder as
- he approaches.
- He looks at the Humvee.
- The engine's on fire alongside the driver's side.
- The driver RYAN, (24) panics and burns alive inside the
- vehicle.
- RYAN
- HELP ME! HELLLLPPP! SOMEONE FUCKING
- DO SOMETHING!
- Don makes his way over the door. The glass breaks and the
- entire Humvee is engulfed in flames. Screams ring out.
- Don's eyes widen as he tries to go around the Hummer, only to
- be met with another volley of gunfire.
- DON
- Oh, no...
- He looks around him. Soldiers sit frozen, while others are on
- radios calling for support. Others shoot back, while others
- tend to their wounds.
- Don takes a deep breath and takes out his M9.
- DON (CONT’D)
- I'm so sorry.
- He walks up to the burning Humvee. Don takes his Beretta and
- fires into the sitting positions in them.
- INT. MRAP - DAY
- Three of the soldiers ROSS, (20), BELL, (19), O'DONNELL, (18)
- inside freeze up in fear.
- A body lies in the middle of them. His nametape reads
- "Vazquez".
- DON
- GET THE FUCK OUT!
- They hold their rifles as they stare at the burning Humvee in
- front of them.
- Don taps one on the leg.
- DON (CONT’D)
- HEY! LET'S GO!
- The three wake up from their trance. Two get out from Don's
- side. One gets out from the side the fire comes from and gets
- lit up by the incoming fire.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Other way, moron!
- He opens the door as a round flies in and hits him in the
- chest.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Jesus, fuck!
- Don ducks down and takes out his Beretta. Bullets whiz past
- his head.
- EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY
- He hears a thud.
- O'DONNELL
- The door's closed!
- Don reaches in and pulls O'Donnel out.
- DON
- Stay here and shoot back!
- He looks at the Humvee.
- The three are positioned around different sections of the
- MRAP and shoot back at the assailants.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Cover me, I gotta move!
- O'DONNELL
- GOT IT, I got you!
- BELL
- On it!
- DON
- Moving!
- The two fire off a volley of shots as Don crosses to the
- burning Hummer.
- There he hears screams from the inside. They grow louder as
- he approaches.
- He looks at the Humvee.
- The engine's on fire alongside the driver's side.
- The driver RYAN, (24) panics and burns alive inside the
- vehicle.
- RYAN
- HELP ME! HELLLLPPP! SOMEONE FUCKING
- DO SOMETHING!
- Don makes his way over the door. The glass breaks and the
- entire Humvee is engulfed in flames. Screams ring out.
- Don's eyes widen as he tries to go around the Hummer, only to
- be met with another volley of gunfire.
- DON
- Oh, no...
- He looks around him. Soldiers sit frozen, while others are on
- radios calling for support. Others shoot back, while others
- tend to their wounds.
- Don takes a deep breath and takes out his M9.
- DON (CONT’D)
- I'm so sorry.
- He walks up to the burning Humvee. Don takes his Beretta and
- fires into the sitting positions in them.
- Each round fires wears on his face.
- One.
- Two.
- Three.
- He goes to take out the fourth person. His gun malfunctions
- and he clears it.
- He pulls the trigger once more.
- The world goes silent, then comes back.
- Bags form under his eyes. He carries a thousand yard stare.
- Don holsters his handgun and looks to his side.
- One of the wounded looks Don in the eyes with a look of fear.
- Don just nods at him, then peers out. Smoke covers his
- advance. He runs across and makes it to the Humvee over to
- JOHNSON, (19).
- JOHNSON
- YOU JUST FUCKING SHOT 'EM MAN!
- Like- Like dogs!
- Don stops the bleeding from Johnson's arm.
- DON
- Can you fight?
- JOHNSON
- You fucking murdered them!
- Don nods-
- DON
- I know.
- Johnson gives him a look of disgust.
- JOHNSON
- You're a fucking murderer, man!
- DON
- Not right now!
- Don runs over to the next vehicle and dodges another volley
- of bullets.
- A group of soldiers sits around a map. COLONEL TYLER, (mid-
- 40s) is in the middle of the group. He looks down at a map.
- TYLER
- ...Negative baseplate, we are 40
- percent combat ineffective at this
- time, and cut off from the other
- half of our convoy. We are
- requesting a QRF at this time, how
- copy?
- The radio goes off.
- BASEPLATE (O.S.)
- Copy 1-1, we're sending ANA to
- assist.
- DON
- Oh that's bad.
- Don holds his handgun with both hands. He takes cover behind
- vehicles. Gunfire rings out around them. Don moves to another
- MRAP.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Friendly coming through!
- An insurgent rises above a hill and shows himself. He holds
- an AK in his hand.
- Don raises his Beretta dumps a magazine into the insurgent.
- The rounds land in the side of the AK.
- The insurgent points his rifle Don. It lets out a clack.
- Don drops the magazine to his Beretta. As Don reaches for an
- extra magazine, the insurgent charges at Don.
- PARKS (O.S.)
- They're right on us!
- The insurgent tackles Don to the ground and pushes his gun
- away. He begins to strangle Don.
- Don looks off to his side at Johnson. Johnson holds a rifle
- out and trains it on the insurgent's head, but sits there
- frozen in fear.
- Don reaches for his knife and slashes in the insurgent's leg.
- The man's leg heals itself in an instant.
- Don's eyes widen in shock.
- Don starts to lose consciousness.
- James runs over with an e-tool and bashes the insurgent's
- skull. The insurgent falls to the ground as James takes out a
- 9mm and fires two rounds into his head.
- Don rolls over and coughs. He tries to catch his breath.
- James looks over at Don.
- JAMES
- Stay down, doc! We'll find someone
- else!
- Don stands back up and coughs again. He walks over to a
- Humvee.
- DON
- I'm fine!
- James nods at Don and runs back to a mortar tube.
- Don stands back up and turns looks over at a group of
- officers. Don struggles to catch his breath. Behind Don, the
- soldier that loads mortar rounds takes a bullet in the head.
- A LIEUTENANT MARSTON, (24) stands behind Tyler. He carries a
- look of concern in his eyes, his inexperience shows as he
- struggles as he looks at a map.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Sir.
- Marston looks back at Don with a look of confusion.
- DON (CONT’D)
- I'm from vic five.
- A rocket goes off near them.
- The Lieutenant flinches.
- Don points to the burning wreckage of a Humvee.
- DON (CONT’D)
- We've got multiple wounded, our
- infantry guys are gone and done
- for.
- MARSTON
- What do you want me to do, Staff
- Sergeant?
- Don's eyes widen.
- DON
- I'm saying our guys are pinned
- down...
- MARSTON
- Where's your rifle, Sarn't?
- Don rolls his eyes.
- DON
- Fuck this.
- Don looks over his shoulder. Don turns around and makes his
- way back to their MRAP.
- Soldiers fire back at the insurgents above and below. Don
- looks at one that stands and takes shots with an M2 Browning
- on another MRAP. The soldier next to Don lays prone with a
- 240.
- TYLER (O.S.)
- ANA's currently engaged, we're not
- gonna see them for 20 minutes.
- Rounds fly past Don.
- DON
- FUCK!
- Don takes cover behind the MRAP, then looks at the soldier on
- the M2.
- DON (CONT’D)
- HEY!
- The soldier on the turret looks at him.
- Another explosion rings out and lands against the MRAP. Don's
- hands shake.
- He's not there anymore.
- Don's eyes widen and carry shock and confusion.
- The dust around him is kicked up. A volley of fire comes down
- next to him, then stops. He takes the chance to cross to the
- next Humvee.
- Parks sits on a 240 and continues to fire down below. He
- begins to reload.
- Don opens up the door to the interior of the MRAP.
- MRAP
- The soldier, a SPECIALIST THOMAS, (21) lies there.
- THOMAS
- Am I gonna be okay, doc? Something
- doesn't feel right, it feels a
- little chilly.
- Don chuckles.
- His stare changes from that of hope to sorrow.
- DON
- (muttering)
- Oh christ.
- Thomas has a blanket draped over his body.
- THOMAS
- Doc? I don't feel right, I just
- don't feel right.
- Half of Thomas's torso is missing.
- DON
- You're gonna die, that's what's
- happening.
- Thomas looks down at himself with wide eyes. He lets out a
- groan of pain as he looks at Don.
- THOMAS
- No, no, doc you're doc! You can
- make this better!
- A tear rolls down Don's eye.
- DON
- Not this- I can't do anything for
- this.
- Don grabs his hand.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Look at me Thomas, look at me.
- Thomas looks into his eyes. His breaths become more labored.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Who cares about you, Thomas?
- THOMAS
- M-My dog. She passed recently.
- DON
- Close your eyes. She's there
- waiting for you. It'll hurt a
- little bit, then you'll feel warm
- and all this pain goes away.
- Don holds Thomas's hand tight.
- Thomas closes his eyes.
- THOMAS
- Thank you, doc.
- Thomas's hand goes limp.
- Don throws the blanket over his now dead body.
- Don's hands continue to shake.
- Parks continues to suppress with the 240.
- DON
- P-Parks!
- Parks looks over at Don.
- PARKS
- What do you need?!
- DON
- H-help me get the wounded.
- Don steps away, covered in Thomas's blood.
- EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY
- Parks takes a look at Don.
- PARKS
- I'm sorr-
- DON
- Shut up! I'm gonna kill every last
- one of these fucks!
- Parks nods at him.
- PARKS
- Once I start firing, move!
- Don nods and takes out his 9mm. He chamber checks it.
- Parks lays down fire.
- Don moves across, 9mm in hand.
- Don takes out his handgun and fires at the insurgents below.
- Rounds ping off the metal of the Humvee around him.
- DON
- Parks, go!
- Parks moves to Don's position. Don reloads his handgun and
- throws the magazine off to the side. He loads a fresh
- magazine.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (pointing to the 240)
- You good?
- PARKS
- Yeah!
- Don moves to the other side of the turned over Humvee. He
- peers inside. It sits with all four soldiers unconscious
- inside.
- Don grabs them all out, one by one.
- He sets them out. Four soldiers run past Don. Don turns
- around and stops them.
- DON
- Get these guys to the front of the
- convoy!
- IND SOLDIER 1
- You crazy?!
- Don just gives a glare. The soldier examines Don and nods at
- him. The group begins to pull the unconscious soldiers out of
- the turned over Humvee.
- Parks continues to fire back.
- They pick up the unconscious soldiers and continue to make
- their way to the front of the convoy.
- DON
- Parks! You got smokes?
- PARKS
- Thomas did!
- DON
- (mutters)
- Fuck.
- Don goes back into the MRAP
- MRAP
- Don looks away as he gropes around Thomas's vest.
- DON
- I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry...
- He reaches for a pouch and takes a smoke grenade from it.
- Don comes back to
- EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY
- blood covered smoke grenade in hand. Don looks at the other
- soldiers that carry wounded.
- DON
- Parks, stay with me!
- Don pops the smoke, clear exhaustion in his eyes.
- PARKS
- 10-4!
- Parks continues to lay down fire.
- He throws it out, bullets ping off the MRAP's metal.
- DON
- (waving them on)
- Go... Parks, with me!
- The smoke screen rises between the armored vehicles.
- Don cuts across the vehicles back to Diaz, Hernandez, and
- Conrad.
- Parks follows behind him.
- DON (CONT’D)
- We're getting out of here!
- CONRAD
- What about you?!
- DON
- I gotta get the rest of the
- wounded!
- CONRAD
- Well we're not leaving you alone,
- you fucking faggot! I want to be
- able to pop your sister's cherry at
- the funeral.
- Don has to hold back a smile.
- DON
- Fuck it!
- (chuckles)
- Hernandez, get reporter outta here!
- We got QRF on the way!
- Diaz looks back from his rifle.
- DIAZ
- Fuck you, I'm not leaving! This
- shit's story of the century,
- Paulsen!
- Don gives a small grin, then looks at Parks.
- DON
- You up for this?
- PARKS
- Fuck yeah, I am.
- Diaz has an eccstatic look in his eye.
- HERNANDEZ
- I'm with you, homes!
- DON
- Fuck it, let's do it. Move with me,
- I'm gonna clear the vehicles and
- check for wounded. I get fucked up,
- you pull me away. You move when I
- do.
- Sharpnel flies into Don's helmet, which causes him to fall
- back.
- CONRAD
- Doc!
- Conrad pulls him aside.
- Don takes his helmet off.
- DON
- FUCK!
- Conrad reaches out for Don.
- DON (CONT’D)
- I'm fine!
- (throwing his helmet to
- the side)
- Bastards! Let's go!
- Don moves to the next the vehicle, a turned over Humvee.
- Behind him, Parks, Diaz, and Conrad open fire
- Soldiers lie there in wounds. One soldier writhes around in
- pain and tries to hold his chest. Don takes out his IFAK and
- pulls out a chest seal kit.
- Don puts it on the soldier. The soldier's breathing
- normalizes. Don looks down at the name tape.
- DON (CONT’D)
- I'm gonna need to keep you here
- till the QRF gets here...
- The gunfire continues to ping off the metal of the Humvee.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Let's fucking go.
- Don looks at the other soldiers. One lies face down. He turns
- him over.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Ah, fuck.
- A bullet sits in his head.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Fuck.
- Don looks at another soldier. He has a round in his leg but
- lays there, unconscious. His leg continues to bleed.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Fuck...
- Don takes out another tourniquet and ties the soldier's leg
- off, then picks him up.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Hernandez, you got smokes?!
- HERNANDEZ
- Yeah!
- DON
- Pop one here, I'm gonna move this
- guy, get the other two!
- HERNANDEZ
- Got it!
- The smoke comes out as Hernandez picks up the other injured
- soldier.
- Don and Hernandez run through the smoke screens and make
- their way to the front of the convoy.
- Another A-10 strafes the mountains, its machine gun lights up
- the brush around it.
- An attack helicopter lights up the insurgents at the bottom
- of the hill.
- Rounds pass over Don's head.
- DON
- (mumbling)
- I don't care if I don't make it
- home, but fuck am I getting all of
- you assholes out of here...
- A Stryker appears in the distance as Don clears both smoke
- screens.
- Canadian troops and US Marines pour out of the armored
- vehicle. A Marine Corpsman, LANCE CORPORAL SHELBY, (20)
- comes out with a stretcher.
- SHELBY
- What's the situation, Sergeant?!
- A round pings off the top of the MRAP that Don and Shelby
- take cover behind.
- DON
- We got at least four critically
- wounded, and at least 14 seriously
- fucked!
- Another round pings off the top of the MRAP.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Get as many of the critical guys
- loaded up, how much armor do we
- got?!
- SHELBY
- We got this and two other Strykers
- on standby!
- DON
- Good!
- Don nods at this.
- Another A-10 strafes behind him.
- Other soldiers run through the gunfire and carry other
- wounded troops. They use the vehicles for cover.
- Don looks at Shelby.
- DON (CONT’D)
- You got this?
- Shelby nods.
- Soldiers carry their comrades past.
- The soldier with the sucking chest wound makes his way past
- him.
- SHELBY (O.S.)
- Critical first!
- Don moves through them.
- Other soldiers cover their push. Don moves past them, Beretta
- in hand. Many of the wounded still fight and hold rifles in
- their hand.
- Canadian soldiers pull many of these wounded away, the non
- injured soldiers providing cover fire for them.
- Don makes his way back to Diaz, Conrad, and Hernandez.
- DON
- We're gonna move again, come on!
- The three follow behind Don and give him covering fire as he
- moves to the second to last vehicles.
- Two dead soldiers lie on the ground with rounds in their
- heads.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Fuck...
- JAMES O'REILLY, (24) loads another mortar round into the
- tube.
- JAMES
- Doc, you think you can help me?
- Don puts up one finger. James nods at this.
- DON
- Lemme check the last vic!
- Two soldiers step out. One has a round in his leg, the other
- is blind.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Cover me!
- The group take positions and start to lay down fire for Don.
- Don makes a run forward-
- CONRAD (O.S.)
- RPG!
- Only for an explosion to go off, knocking Don back. James
- flies back and hits his head against the hood of the Humvee.
- Blood spatter goes on the front of the Humvee.
- Don lays there as gore falls all over his uniform. The blood
- stains his uniform and his face. Don makes his way up, then
- examines himself.
- Don screams as he looks at himself. Conrad runs over with a
- canteen.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- Come on, clean yourself off.
- He pours a canteen over his face. Don spits out a piece of
- human flesh. His hands shake as he vomits to his side.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- Doc?
- DON
- I'm-I'm okay, I'm okay... I gotta
- take care of him!
- Don points to James. His body shakes. James crawls behind the
- Humvee and looks at himself.
- JAMES
- Doc, everything looks fucked up
- man! You got a fucking tail,
- Paulsen!
- James looks at himself and shakes in fear.
- Don runs over to him and wraps a bandage around his bleeding
- head.
- DON
- Keep that there!
- CONRAD
- Doc, we'll take care of this.
- Hernandez, with me.
- Don looks at the blood all over him.
- He lets out one more scream.
- FADE TO BLACK.
- INT. STRYKER - DAY
- Don sits in the Stryker, a thousand yard stare in his eyes.
- DON
- (lighting a cigarette)
- We-We got everyone, right?
- A gunner looks down at Don.
- IND GUNNER
- Hey buddy, you know you can't smoke
- in here, right?
- Don glances at him, the things he's seen reflective in his
- look.
- The gunner looks away.
- IND GUNNER (CONT’D)
- I didn't see shit, never mind.
- The doors open to
- EXT. MILITARY BASE - DAY
- The sun shines into the vehicle as the ramp lowers.
- Don looks around. The uninjured soldiers all show looks of
- shock and confusion in their eyes.
- Don watches the scene around him as the wounded are taken
- away and the dead are covered with black blankets.
- He's still covered in the gore of his comrades.
- Conrad comes out of one of the three Strykers. He walks over
- to Don. Diaz stands there and looks through the photos on his
- camera.
- A medic walks up to Diaz.
- IND MEDIC 1
- Mr. Diaz, come with us.
- They bring out a stretcher. Diaz shakes his head. Diaz has a
- bandage around his neck. He looks at Don, nods at him, and
- grins. He gives Don a thumbs up.
- DIAZ
- I'll walk, give it to someone who
- needs it.
- Diaz stands up and holds his bandaged neck.
- IND MEDIC 1
- Alright, I'll walk you there then.
- DON (O.S.)
- (thinking)
- You didn't do enough.
- He looks at the 18 bodies in front of him.
- Another batch of medics comes in to take the medic.
- Medics take away a man in a stretcher. His leg is missing.
- DON (O.S.) (CONT’D)
- (thinking)
- This is your fault.
- He looks down at ROGERS, (21). Rogers shoots him a smile and
- a nod.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (thinking)
- I'm this way because you weren't
- fast enough.
- Don continues to walk through the scores of wounded.
- CONRAD
- So far, we've got 18 dead and
- another 48 wounded.
- Don looks down.
- DON
- Who's in charge?
- CONRAD
- I was in with a bunch of privates
- and specialists. Lemme go check the
- other.
- James is taken away by stretcher. His arms are held down by
- restraints as two doctors wheel him off.
- DON
- Hey! What the fuck?!
- Don walks over to James. James reaches for Don's ass.
- JAMES
- You got a tail, doc! You got a
- fucking tail!
- The two medics take him away.
- Parks comes out and smokes a cigarette.
- PARKS
- There's only about 12 of us left in
- total.
- Conrad comes back.
- CONRAD
- Doc, you're the most senior out of
- all of us.
- DON
- Oh, fuck...
- Don looks both ways. The blood still sits on his face.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Yeah, yeah- Get 'em together.
- Don's cigarette goes out. He pulls out another Lucky Strike
- and lights it.
- The other soldiers look on in terror at Don. Don motions the
- other soldiers to follow him.
- Hernandez follows Conrad. The depression is visible in his
- eyes.
- They gather away from the Strykers to a spot by a road.
- Some stand at parade rest, some just stand and watch him.
- Don looks them over. They all carry thousand yard stares.
- Their clothing is stained in blood and dirt. Some of them
- have burns on their clothing.
- The fear in their eyes is palpable as they look at Don.
- There's blood and body parts all over his vest, bones are
- lodged into the cloth of his plate carrier. His face is
- covered in ash.
- Don takes off his gloves.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (takes the cigarette out
- of his mouth)
- At ease. Turn your weapons in to
- the armory, get yourselves cleaned
- up, and come back here to await
- further orders. It's been a bad
- day. Get back here in two hours,
- hooah?
- GROUP
- (in near unison)
- Hooah, staff sergeat.
- DON
- Get the fuck outta here.
- The group heads off.
- A rifle still slung around his shoulder, Don walks alone.
- He passes by NICK FLETCHER, (34). He wears UK DPM camo and a
- pair of jeans.
- NICK
- Mate?
- Don looks at him. He says nothing and continues to walk
- forward. He checks behind him. No one seems to pay any mind
- to him.
- Don walks into a stall and closes the door behind him.
- INT. SHOWER STALL - DAY
- The screams ring out in his mind. Don vomits into the drain.
- His hands shake as he takes his handgun out. Don sobs in pain
- as he looks at his handgun.
- The screams only grow stronger in his mind.
- He gives a tired grin. Don puts his blood soaked Beretta to
- his skull. He brings the hammer down and puts his finger on
- the trigger.
- He stands up and turns away from the door. The blood washes
- away as Don steps into the shower. He lets the water run down
- him for a moment, his finger still there.
- The door comes down behind him as Nick and Parks tackle him
- down. Tears roll down Don's eyes as the water begins to clean
- the blood and dirt off around him.
- DON
- LET ME FUCKING DIE GOD DAMN
- IT, I DESERVE IT! IT'S MY
- FAULT THEY'RE ALL FUCKED UP!
- I HURT THEM!
- NICK
- Be reasonable here, mate!
- DON (CONT’D)
- Fuck you, Nick you weren't there!
- You don't know what I did.
- Nick just gives Don a look of genuine empathy.
- NICK
- I was.
- Parks takes throws the handgun and rifle out, then zip ties
- Don's hands.
- DON
- (sobs)
- Just let me die, it's my fault that
- they're fucked up, I'm the reason
- they're all fucked up...
- FADE TO BLACK.
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