ULF New Ending

INT. MILITARY OFFICE - DAY

SUPERIMPOSE: "One month before the MSR Houston incident"

Parks shuffles some paperwork and types on a computer.

A desk drawer sits open with different doujins.

A PRIVATE FIRST CLASS LARSON, (19) comes into Parks's office.

                 PARKS
        What can I help you with?

Larson looks around, his eyes show that of paranoia.

                 LARSON
        Can I trust you Staff Sergeant?

Parks cocks an eyebrow at Larson.

                 PARKS
        Yeah, I don't see why not.

Larson adjusts his glasses and leans in.

                 LARSON
        You know that base wide ban on
        porn?

                 PARKS
        Of course, of course.

                 LARSON
        Well I got information on a
        smuggling ring on post. It's a bomb
        shell.

Parks closes the drawer with the various doujin covers.

                 PARKS
        Really now? That's really
        something.

Parks's hand shifts to a red panic button under the table.

                 LARSON
        It's absolutely something, Staff
        Sergeant. You wouldn't believe it.
        I've got names, faces, and even the
        dates and times of meetings.

                 PARKS
        Really, now? Alright, go on.


EXT. AIRCRAFT HANGAR - DAY

                 LARSON (O.S.)
        It comes off Hangar Alpha Three.

An Air Force loadmaster, KEANE, (mid-20s) watches a mail
pallet come off a C-130.

James stands there, a cigar in his mouth.

                 LARSON (O.S.)
        There's a guy that watches the
        thing, always smokes a cigar. Red
        hair. Hair's all types out of regs.
        He never wears a nametape, but he's
        constantly watching it.

                 PARKS (O.S.)
        How do you know he's a part of it?


EXT. MILITARY FIELD HOSPITAL - DAY

                 LARSON (O.S.)
        I've been trailing him of course,
        but he meets with this combat
        medic.

Don and James high five each other.

James passes Don a box, while Don passes James some money.

                 DON
        Hey, buddy. Here's your cut.

Larson takes cover behind a wall and listens to this.

                 JAMES
        How've you been, man?

                 DON
        Ah, usual shit dude. The guys in
        the hospital love this stuff. Been
        selling it to 'em half off if
        they're fucked up enough. You want
        me to cover the other half?

                 JAMES
        Nah, if they're fucked up and
        getting medical, that's fine. Any
        special orders?

                 DON
        They're getting crazy with what
        they want. Here's the list.

Don passes James a piece of note paper.

                 JAMES
        This is fine. You didn't discount
        them for the special orders, did
        you?

                 DON
        10 percent.

                 JAMES
        That's reasonable. So far, we're
        doing good on making sure Johnny
        Law isn't on our ass. Our man on
        the inside knows his shit.

                 DON
        Praise the lord for that. Most of
        the MPs couldn't find their head
        from their ass if their life
        depended on it.

                 JAMES
        You need anything, doc?

                 DON
        Nah, I'll be alright. More Lucky
        Strikes would be nice.

                 JAMES
        You got it.

Don walks off with the box and pockets his share of the
money.

                 LARSON (O.S.)
        They trade the money and this
        Paulsen goes into the hospital and
        sells the magazines.


INT. MILITARY OFFICE - DAY

Soldiers give Don money as they hold doujins in their hands.

They carry smiles and pat Don on the back.


INT. MILITARY OFFICE - DAY

Parks jots this down.

A closer look reveals him to be scribbling dicks.

                 PARKS
        What else you got?

                 LARSON
        Well that's just the tip of it.


EXT. MILITARY BARRACKS - DAY

Two Marines stand outside a barracks.

They eye Don with suspicion.

                 IND MARINE 1
        Go back to your hole you over
        equipped wigger shit licker.

Don holds a box in his hand.

                 DON
        Not until you hear about what I got
        for you. Besides, I got a medical
        call out here.

                 IND MARINE 1
        And what would you have that we
        would be interested in?

Don reaches into the box and takes out a hentai doujin.

The two look at each other.

                 IND MARINE 1
        How do we know you're not an
        undercover? We had one guy-

                 DON
        Your one guy was fucking stupid and
        didn't have a man on the inside and
        with the sufficient rank to get
        away with it. Do business with me
        and my associates will continue
        their supply. Don't and you can
        keep doing No Fap for the rest of
        your deployment. Tell your guys if
        they get seriously wounded they get
        half off whatever I might have in
        stock and 10 percent off special
        orders.

They ponder this for a moment.

                 IND MARINE 2
        Spread your arms out.

Don sets the box down and spreads his arms out.

The second Marine searches him.

The first Marine opens the box and looks through it.

                 IND MARINE 1
        You said you did special orders
        right?

                 DON
        We have that ability, yes.

                 IND MARINE 1
        So not just anime porn.

The Marine takes a picture of Don, Jackie, and Ash out of
Don's jacket pocket. He looks at it.

                 IND MARINE 1
        Wife?

                 DON
        Yup.

                 IND MARINE 1
        She single?

                 DON
        Not yet.

He puts the picture back.

                 IND MARINE 1
        You're good.

The three walk into


INT. BARRACKS - DAY

Don holds the box in his hand.

Marines fight each other, some wrestle on the ground.

Don walks past all this, then dodges a can of beer.

                 IND MARINE 3
        POG!

He continues to walk, then stops.

Both Marines stop at a door marked, "CAPTAIN FOSTER".

One knocks on the door.

                 FOSTER (O.S.)
        Get the fuck in here.

The group enters


FOSTER'S OFFICE

                 FOSTER
        What the fuck's he here for? What,
        the Army wasn't gay enough for you?

Don takes out a doujin.

                 DON
        I have a business proposition for
        you, one that might help increase
        morale around here.

                 FOSTER
        I'm listening.


EXT. BARRACKS - DAY

Don smiles as he walks out of the Marine barracks. He holds a
stack of money.


INT. ARMY BARRACKS - DAY

Parks, James, and Don count their money.


INT. MILITARY OFFICE - DAY

                 PARKS
        That's crazy, man.

                 LARSON
        I know, right?

James stands outside the door.

                 PARKS
        Stay here, alright? I'll go get
        someone.

Larson sits there as Parks steps out to


INT. HALLWAY - DAY

James stands there with a wiffle ball bat covered in ice.

Parks steps out with a grin and smokes a cigarette as James
enters the room, bat behind him.