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GRUNTS

An Original Screenplay

By

U.S. Jones

WGAw Registered
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FADE IN

EXT. – ESTABLISHING SHOT – A REMOTE VILLAGE IN AFGHANISTAN – DUSK

Nestled amongst barren rocky hills, the village of Duraj consists of muddy
walled houses, dirt streets, a small mosque, and an outdoor marketplace.

Super:

Afghanistan
2 Years Ago

Darkness has just begun to fall and there is little activity as we

PAN TO A RUNDOWN COMPOUND AT THE EDGE OF THE VILLAGE

which has been transformed into a small U.S. military outpost. A makeshift
sign reads: “Camp Barracuda” over which has been scribbled “Nowhere,
Afghanistan”.

AS WE PAN OVER THE COMPOUND, the faint sounds of a RADIO can be heard:

RADIO
...Six more US soldiers were killed today
in a suicide car-bombing in the capital of
Kabul. Responsibility for the attack was
claimed by the militant group Al-Khazar,
an offshoot of Al-Qaeda and a Taliban
ally. In a statement released by its
leader, a man known to Western
intelligence only as “The Ghost” -- the
group warned it would not stop until “All
America and its agents” had been
destroyed. This is Armed Forces Radio...

The Radio FADES as we SETTLE ON:

A SMALL SANDBAGGED GUARD BUNKER

that sits on the roof of a three-story building with a bird’s-eye-view over the
village. From inside the bunker, we hear the crackle of a military radio. A
VOICE speaks in a heavy southwestern drawl, Texas-style:

TEXAN VOICE (O.S.)


S-2, this is Spyglass-1, over?

SECOND VOICE (O.S)


This is S-2, over?

TEXAN VOICE (O.S)


This is Spyglass-1. 1910 hours and she's
got her first customer.

SECOND VOICE (O.S)


Affirmative, Spyglass-1, have a good one,
out.
CUT TO:
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THE GUARD BUNKER

where sticking out from an opening between sandbags is the

THICK BLACK BARREL OF AN M240G MACHINE GUN

The heaviest gun a single man can carry. Sheer, naked power with nothing to
hide.

And right now, it's pointing down towards a small apartment across the street.
From behind the machine gun, we hear the man with the Texas drawl:

TEXAS VOICE
...An Afghani whore...
(beat)
Another perfectly good Saturday night
wasted peepin' at a two-bit Afghani whore.
Hell, I can't watch this anymore...

A moment of silence.

TEXAN VOICE (CONT'D)


Wait a minute -- she's got two fellas in
there...
(beat)
Goddamn -- you gotta look at this,
partner. Are you lookin?

Sticking out from a second opening between sandbags is

THE BARREL OF A MUCH SLEEKER RIFLE

and we can see that attached to it is a HIGH-TECH UNERTL 10X SCOPE. This is an
M40A3 Sniper Rifle. Refined, silent, and extremely deadly.

From this opening we hear a new voice:

NEW VOICE
Yeah...I'm looking.

CUT TO:

INT. - SANDBAG BUNKER

Only two Marines in here -- the men behind the voices:

CPL. KYLE CALLOWAY, the machine gunner, is a burly, jovial Texan with remnants
of a boyish appeal that have lasted him into his late 20's. He stands behind
his machine gun, looking through a pair of binoculars toward the apartment
across the street.

CPL. STEVE HANNA, the sniper, stands just a few feet away, near the second
opening between the sandbags. He is a compact but well-built man in his early
30's with an edge of unpredictability in his eyes. He is looking through the
sniper scope of his rifle.

At his feet, the hot breeze flips the pages of his sniper log, exposing the
same two words entered day after day:
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"Boredom Kills"

KYLE, the machine gunner, continues to look out through his binoculars.

KYLE
Hey partner...ya think she's really a
whore? I mean, hell, maybe she's just a
sweet, friendly, warm, sociable human
bein'...
(beat)
Or maybe she's lonely inside. Depressed.

HANNA
(looking through his scope)
There's a third guy...

KYLE
Real lonely...real depressed.

KYLE'S POV FROM BINOCULARS - APARTMENT ACROSS THE STREET

A BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG AFGHANI WOMAN, scantily clad in a light flowing robe, lies
down on the bed.

AN AFGHANI MAN enters the picture, a rope in his hand. A SECOND AFGHANI MAN
enters, a blind-fold in hand.

KYLE (O.S)
Real, real depressed...

ON HANNA

watching silently through his scope.

HANNA
Kyle...

KYLE (O.S.)
What?

HANNA
...They got guns.

HANNA'S POV THROUGH HIS SNIPER SCOPE - APARTMENT

Our picture is bordered by a single round frame. At the center are cross-
hairs. And right now we are focused on:

A THIRD AFGHANI MAN

loading an AK-47 assault rifle in an adjacent bedroom of the apartment. A box


of bullets next to him.

CUT TO:

HANNA

watching silently through his scope. Matter-of-fact.


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KYLE
Hey, partner...you thinkin' what I'm
thinkin?

Hanna shifts, scans around, keeping his eyes to his scope.

KYLE
That's what I thought.

Kyle picks up the radio handset.

KYLE
S-2. This is Spyglass-1. We got trouble.

Kyle stares through his binoculars.

KYLE'S POV THROUGH BINOCULARS - APARTMENT

The Afghani Thugs tie the now struggling Woman to her bed.

The Lead Afghani Thug with the AK-47 watches her. The other two quickly search
around for money and valuables.

Over this we hear the radio:

RADIO (O.S.)
Spyglass-1, this is S-2. Repeat that?

KYLE (O.S.)
Somethin's goin on. In town. We got
locals with at least one magic stick.

RADIO (O.S.)
Can you identify?

KYLE (O.S.)
Thieves. Some kinda thieves, I think.

RADIO (O.S.)
Roger, Spyglass-1...maintain surveillance
and that's all. Local politics is for the
locals. We'll alert the police. Out.

The Lead Afghani Thug starts shouting at the Woman. She protests. The Lead
Afghani Thug slaps the Woman. Once. Twice. A third time. It’s kinda brutal.

KYLE (O.S.)
(getting a little agitated)
Ok, now that ain’t no way to treat a lady,
irrespective of her station in life.

The Lead Afghani Thug now raises his AK-47 and points it straight at the Woman.

KYLE (O.S.)
Sweet Adeline. He's gonna dust her!

Quickly, Kyle cocks his machine gun and swings it to bear. But Hanna jams his
hand in front of the barrel.
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HANNA
One loud burst of that...we both get a
court martial...

KYLE
Well, I ain't listenin' to S2! Hell, they
move slower 'n pond water!

Hanna looks back into the scope. Settles himself.

HANNA
...Who's listening?...

His finger eases to the trigger.

HANNA
...Sometimes...it takes a thief...to catch
a thief...

HANNA'S POV THROUGH SNIPER SCOPE

Our crosshairs glide onto the Lead Afghani Thug's AK-47...rising and falling
ever so slightly with a breath...

Suddenly, the Lead Thug jerks around, out of aim. A Second Thug drags in the
Woman's 4-year old son from a side room, sheer terror locked on his little
face. The Woman beckons out to her son.

The Lead Thug jams the AK-47 to the Boy's head. He's going to kill him. Our
crosshairs prowl back onto the Lead Thug.

Suddenly -- total darkness. The Third Thug has cut the lights.

ON HANNA

Pulling back from his scope. Silent. Surprised. Quickly he slides his UNERTL
10X off and reaches over to another larger

SCOPE

lying off to the side. A night-vision STARLIGHT SCOPE. In a flash, he seats


it onto his rifle and aims.

HANNA'S POV THROUGH NIGHT-VISION SNIPER SCOPE

of a dark apartment painted in oscilloscope green. Everything is fuzzy and


undefined. Is that the shadow of a man moving around in the background?

The glowing crosshairs prowl about the area where the LEAD THUG was.
More GREEN FUZZINESS and SHADOWS.

And then movement...the smallest, most imperceptible shift in the room.

CUT TO:

HANNA'S FINGER

pulling the trigger.


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THE CRACK OF A SINGLE BULLET FIRED.

CUT TO:

HANNA'S POV OF THE APARTMENT

Still green fuzziness and shadows. Silence. Has anything happened? Did he
hit?

And then suddenly, an image of a man...getting closer...coming into


sight...forming...he reaches the window...staggers a step...then falls out to
the street below, dead.

This was the Lead Afghani Thug.

KYLE

just stares at the body.

KYLE
...Sweet Adeline...

Hanna looks back at him, silent.

HANNA
...One bullet. Who's gonna know?...

THE TWO REMAINING AFGHANI THUGS

now come dashing out of the building in a panic. They scoop up the dead thief
and jump into a beat-up Mercedes. Wheels churn in the dusty road...

The Mercedes speeds by. Suddenly - FLASHES OF LIGHT from inside accompanied by
a CRACK-CRACK-CRACK in the night.

Bullets WHIZ right past KYLE, inches from his head. One ricochets, whistling
right past him again.

KYLE
(ducking)
...Goddamn...they shot at me.
(thinking)
They can't do that.

Angry, Kyle swings his machine gun to bear on the moving car.

KYLE (CONT'D)
Nobody shoots at Kyle Calloway, y'hear
that! Nobody! You're fuckin with a Texan
goddamnit! Do you even remotely
understand what that means?! I think not!

Quickly, Hanna flips the safety on Kyle's machine gun. Kyle shoots him a look.

Hanna motions to the apartment. The lights have come back on. The Boy
finishes untying his Mother. She embraces him, alive, unharmed.

Radio crackle suddenly breaks in:


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RADIO
Spyglass-1, this is S-2, over?

KYLE
(grabs receiver)
Spyglass-1 here, over?

RADIO
Roger. We heard shots. What's going on?

KYLE
Nothin'. Nothin'. Just those locals.

RADIO
Spyglass-1. This is S-2. If they
approach closer, you have permission to
fire warning shots. Scare them the hell
away.

Kyle watches the Mercedes disappear. He glances over at Hanna.

KYLE
Roger, S-2. Consider it done.

INT. - DARK, CONCRETE BARRACKS ROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT

Marines lie sleeping on half of the 20 cots that line each wall.
KYLE lies on his cot. His boots off, airing out his feet.

KYLE
Hey, partner...you awake.

HANNA is just lying on his back, the next cot over. Staring at the ceiling.
Thinking.

HANNA
Yeah...

KYLE
Ya' know...
(beat)
I ain't never been shot at before.

Hanna doesn't even shift, just continues to stare upwards, thinking.

HANNA
...Yeah...

KYLE
...I can still here that goddamn bullet
whislin' by my ear.

HANNA
...Yeah...
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KYLE
I'm mean, hell, one more inch and that
woulda been the ranch.

HANNA
...Yeah...

KYLE
Get kinda nervous just thinkin about it,
ya' know. Funny, I wasn't nervous then,
but now that I think about it...Jesus...

HANNA
...So don't think about it.

Kyle glances over and looks at Hanna, who's still staring up at the ceiling.

KYLE
Hell, Steve, sometimes you're just all
talk.

HANNA
...Yeah...

KYLE
Christ! Our first taste of combat and
you're countin' sheep...

Hanna doesn't say anything. Kyle shifts to his side.

KYLE (CONT'D)
Course I imagine it's gonna be our last,
too. Stuck out in a cold sector. We're
just a bunch a grunts all dressed up and
nowhere to go.

HANNA
...Yeah...

Kyle gives him one last frustrated look. Then turns over to try and go to
sleep.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. BARRACKS - LATER

KYLE

sleeps peacefully in his bed...SNORING AWAY. And on the cot next to him

HANNA

awake, staring at the ceiling. Silent. Thinking. He leans over to his


footlocker and pulls out a small green book and a pen flashlight. Lights a
cigarette. Starts reading.
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INT. BARRACKS ROOM - NEXT MORNING

Heat, flies and brightness. MARINES lay spread out on the cots. A CORPORAL
saunters in carrying a stack of envelopes.

CORPORAL
Mail call...

He passes cot after cot, tossing mail, reaching:

KYLE

who's still SNORING AWAY. The Corporal stops. Picks out seven or eight
letters from his pile...and as he does so, we now notice that on the wall
around Kyle are pictures of him with buddies, with girls, with numerous
relatives and members of his family.

Dropping Kyle's generous batch of mail at his feet, the Corporal moves to the
next cot and sees

HANNA

lying there on his back, awake, watching him, smoking a cigarette. For a
second, their eyes meet.

And then the Corporal quickly shifts his eyes forward to the next cot and moves
on. And as he does so, we notice that there is nothing around Hanna. Nothing
but his rifle case and the small green book.

Finishing up, the Corporal exits, and

GUNNERY SERGEANT GILES RUDDER

enters. Bright and cheery and spit and polish. A red, white, and blue, ball-
busting Government Issue NCO.

SERGEANT RUDDER
Alright, up and at 'em, Eagle platoon...on
the bounce...Your friendly neighborhood
Gunny's got a fun-filled day planned for
all his special campers...that means
everybody and anybody who ain't on guard
or patrol better plan on attending...
(looks at his watch)
...Starting with morning inspection at,
oh, let's say-- Zero-Six-Thirty?...that's
right, boys and boys, it's another event-
filled day in Camp Gitchygoomy...

He takes one last look around, a shit-eating grin of his face.

GUNNERY SERGEANT
Zero-Six-Thirty, gentlemen...

And then he turns and exits.


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AND NOW BEGINS A SERIES OF SHOTS

showing the drudgery of the daily routine. This should be accompanied with
humorous, almost sarcastic working man's music. Maybe Tennessee Ernie Ford's
"I Sold My Soul To The Company Store".

INT. - BARRACKS - MUSIC BEGINS

Hanna, Kyle and the Marines prepare for morning inspection: shining their
boots, shaving, making beds, sweeping the barracks, etc...

CUT TO:

INT. - LAVATORY/SHOWERS - MUSIC CONTINUES...

Hanna, Kyle and the same Marines scrub away at rusty urinal after rusty
urinal...

CUT TO:

INT. - BARRACKS ROOM - MUSIC CONTINUES...

Hanna, Kyle and the same Marines stand next to their cots as the Gunny passes
slowly by, inspecting...

CUT TO:

EXT. - LOADING AREA - MUSIC CONTINUES...

We're outside now, middle of the day, and the heat hovers over the ground like
a shimmering veil.

Hanna, Kyle and a few Marines have been organized into a work detail. They are
in the hellish process of unloading a convoy of Marine trucks heavily laden
with supplies...

CUT TO:

EXT. - A SAND PIT - MARINE COMPOUND - MUSIC CONTINUES...

Sweat rolls down the faces of the Marines of the work detail, who are now in
the middle of carrying out the arduous, back-breaking task of filling sandbags
under the blistering sun...

CUT TO:

INT. - WEAPONS ROOM - MUSIC CONTINUES...

A small workshop area. Each Marine cleans his unassembled weapon.

HANNA dips the bare frame of his sniper rifle into a drum of turpentine...then
scrubs it over and over with metal wire...applying a lot of effort...this is
hard work.

END MUSIC AND SERIES OF SHOTS


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EXT. - DUSTY QUAD IN COMPOUND - LATER

Our squad of Marines now stands in a U-formation, their equipment spread out in
front of them.

The Gunny Sarge passes from one to the next, inspecting weapons, binos, radios.
He reaches:

HANNA

who is standing there, matter-of-fact.

THE GUNNY

glances down at Hanna's disassembled M40 Sniper Rifle. Every part is shining
clean. Spotless.

He looks back up at Hanna...unsure...as though still trying to size up who this


soldier is? This man behind all the silence?...

Without inspecting further...he moves on, reaching:

KYLE

who stands there with his M240 Machine Gun at his feet. All in one piece.
Resting on its bipod legs.

GUNNY
(looking at M240)
You got a name for her?...

KYLE
(smiles)
Adeline...Sweet Adeline.

GUNNY
I like her already...

And then the Gunny leans down close to the edge of the barrel. Looking at the
open end.

GUNNY
Is she clean?

KYLE
(smiles)
Cleaner an' a chinese laundry.

The Gunny smiles, then sticks his finger inside the end of the barrel, twists
it around, then pulls it back out and holds it up. His finger is clean.

GUNNY
Outstanding, Calloway. Out-fucking-
standing, Calloway. Just the way I like
‘em. Like a virgin. Now show me the
rest.
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KYLE
...The rest?

GUNNY
The inside...take her apart.

This is not what Kyle wanted to hear.

KYLE
...with all due respect, gunny...ya know
what'll happen...goddamn dirt'll fly right
back in. Get her all clogged. Hell, I
think--

GUNNY
--Just...take her apart, Calloway.

Frustration burning in his eyes, Kyle begins to do just that...taking apart the
M240...21 parts in all...a military Rubic's cube...and Kyle has all the parts
mastered.

CUT TO:

EXT. SPYGLASS ONE BUNKER - NIGHT

HANNA AND KYLE are back on duty in the now familiar bunker.

KYLE
--Goddamn inspections...goddamn work
details...goddamn clean this...clean
that...Calloway do this...Calloway do
that.
(beat)
Why can’t we just fight the Taliban
already?

Hanna spots A LARGE HAND-PAINTED MURAL on a nearby wall of A TERRORIST WITH A


DISTINCTIVE RED ARABIC HEADRESS that covers his whole face except his eyes.
Painted under the image in scribbled English are the words: “Deth To Amerika”.

HANNA
Or Al-Khazar...and Ghost.

KYLE
Ya know, partner...sometimes I think I'm
in the wrong place.

Hanna scans other areas of the village, just thinking.

HANNA
...Yeah...

KYLE
Ya' know...like I was born at the wrong
time. Sometimes...I wish I was born a
hundred years ago. Out in Texas
territory. Figure it was a helluva lot
simpler back then. No book a rules
tellin' you what to do. Ya know? Nobody
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KYLE (CONT’D)
hangin' on your back. No gettin'
permission for every goddamn thing.

HANNA
...Yeah...

KYLE
Just a man...a gun...and his conscience.

Hanna doesn't say anything. He continues to look out over the village.

KYLE (CONT'D)
You just don't get that anywhere anymore.
Not here. Not even back home.

HANNA
...No...

KYLE
Hell, even back home...it's all rules now.
And numbers. School. A job. The
straight and narrow track.

HANNA
...if that...

They both just stand there. Looking out at the village.

KYLE
I mean sometimes I wonder what the hell
I'm doin here. Ya know?
(beat)
I mean what are we're doin here, partner?

Hanna just shakes his head:

HANNA
...Nothing...

KYLE
Well, how the hell come?!

Hanna shifts. Looking out at the vast, dark horizon.

HANNA
...You really wanna know?...

KYLE
Yeah, I do.

HANNA
...Because guys like you and me -- we
ain't shit.
(beat)
And we ain't never gonna get a chance to
do nothing but shit. That's just the way
it's all set up.
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Kyle turns to Hanna:

KYLE
Boy -- you sure know how to cheer people
up!

Hanna smiles.

HANNA
I am a popular motherfucker, aren't I?

And they both just stand there, thinking silently for a beat. Then:

KYLE
The way what's setup?

HANNA
What?

KYLE
You said the way it's all setup. The way
what's all setup?

HANNA
Everything...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. SPYGLASS ONE BUNKER - NIGHT - LATER

HANNA AND KYLE are still on duty.

KYLE
How much longer?...

HANNA
2 hours 40 minutes. Ten minutes less than
the last time you asked.

KYLE
...well, sorry for livin'...

Both become silent again...looking out...waiting for the time to pass.


Suddenly:

A LARGE, SILENT, BLACK SHADOW

skims over the bunker, smooth and quick, as though some form of giant manta ray
had just passed overhead. And in a blink of an eye, it's gone.

HANNA AND KYLE

look at each other a beat, silent. What was that? Both grab their binoculars
and look up, into the sky, and as they do so:

ANOTHER LARGE, SILENT BLACK SHADOW

skims over them.


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HANNA AND KYLE

both quickly turn their gaze in the direction that the shadow was moving,
searching for it with their binoculars.

KYLE
Hell, partner...I think I hear 'em. You
hear 'em?

HANNA
No...

KYLE
Me neither.

Hanna continues to search the sky. After a beat:

HANNA
...Got 'em...

Kyle looks out in the direction of Hanna’s gaze.

KYLE'S POV THROUGH BINOCULARS

Of two black oval dots, one slightly larger and behind the other, moving away.

KYLE (O.S)
What in hell are they?...

And now the dot furthest away begins to change shape...turning...revealing its
silhouette...the silhouette of some kind of sleek, advanced combat HELICOPTER.

The second dot, follows, turning...and from its silhouette...we see that it is
also an advanced combat HELICOPTER.

HANNA (O.S)
...They're heading for the airstrip.

And indeed, it seems the TWO HELICOPTERS are losing altitude in a controlled
manner.

Hanna continues to track the helicopters. Kyle gets on the radio.

KYLE
S-2, this is Spyglass-1, over?

A beat, and then the crackle of the military radio:

RADIO
This is S-2, over?

KYLE
Roger, this is Spyglass-1. We have two
unidentified helos headin' towards the
‘lz’. Cannot confirm their colors or
species.
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No answer.

KYLE (CONT'D)
S-2, this is Spyglass-1, do you copy?

More silence. Then finally the crackle of the radio:

RADIO
Spyglass-1, this is S-2. We copy.
Disregard. They're OK. They're ours,
over.

Kyle thinks a beat.

KYLE
This is Spyglass-1. Whaddya mean they're
ours? If they're ours, how come they
ain't on the ops log?
(beat)
Hell, we coulda shot at 'em for
christsakes!?

Beat. Then the crackle of the radio:

RADIO
...Roger, Spyglass-1. Somebody musta
screwed up. We got 'em listed right here.
A 1-3-4 mission. Standard as apple pie.
Do you copy, over?

Kyle and Hanna exchange an unsure look.

KYLE
Affirmative, S-2, we copy...out.
(to Hanna)
134? What's that, re-supply?

HANNA
...Yeah...

Hanna grabs the TRIPOD BINOCULARS, used for longer range, sets it up quickly,
and looks through it. After a few seconds:

HANNA (CONT'D)
...Now that's what I call a re-supply...

HANNA'S POV THROUGH THE TRIPOD BINOCULARS

of a compound at the far side of the village, dark and deserted but for the two
ADVANCED MH-53X PAVE LOW HELICOPTERS that hover ominously over it. Their
blades spinning silently in the night. And from out of them, members of

THE SUPERUNIT

are emerging. Formidable soldiers, dressed in all-black, shooting one-by-one


down ropes that dangle from each helicopter, disappearing into some inner quad
of a building. All in all, maybe 40 men. Sleek, fast-moving, fighting
machines.
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KYLE (O.S)
Lemme see.

A few scuffling sounds as Kyle takes a peak.

KYLE (O.S)
Jesus...who the hell are they?

HANNA (O.S)
...S-2 knew all about them...they gotta be
ours...

KYLE (O.S)
...whoever they are...they sure ain’t here
to clean dishes...

INT. - BARRACKS ROOM - NEXT MORNING

Hanna, Kyle, and half the men of Eagle platoon begin to rise just as

THE GUNNY

bursts in, awake and grinning and raring to go.

GUNNY
Alright, gentlemen...drop your cocks and
listen up.
(he looks down at names on a clipboard)
The following are cordially invited to
muster at the motor pool in fifteen
minutes: Bemrick, Ramirez, and...
(searches his list)
Calloway.

KYLE
Me? Why me? Always me!

GUNNY
(to Kyle)
Guess the Captain likes you, Calloway.
Because this one you will savor.

Hanna's eyes scan the Gunny's list.

GUNNY
Sorry, Hanna. Just Calloway.

Hanna and Kyle exchange a silent glance.

EXT. - MOTOR POOL - DAY

Hanna watches from the shade as:

The Gunny loads THIRTY MARINES including KYLE into A MILITARY TRUCK.
The Gunny climbs in last. The doors close. The truck starts off.
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Hanna strides around to the far side of A SECOND TRUCK just before it follows.
It's loaded with another THIRTY MARINES. He knocks on the MARINE DRIVER'S
window. The Driver sticks his head out.

Hanna eyes the name on his breast pocket.

HANNA
You Henderson.

MARINE DRIVER
That's me.

Hanna holds up a touristy POLAROID PHOTO of a rather weighty young Afghani


woman in traditional garb.

HANNA
See this woman. She's in the mess hall,
talking to the Colonel.
(beat)
Congratulations. You're a father.

MARINE DRIVER
What?!...I never seen her before!

HANNA
That's not her story.

The Marine Driver shoots Hanna a shocked look, jumps out of his seat and
hustles off in the direction of the mess hall.

Satisfied, Hanna strides into the SECOND TRUCK, taking the driver's seat. He
closes the doors and, as the driver now, accelerates the truck up after the
first one.

EXT. - ROAD – VILLAGE OF DURAJ - DAY

The TWO TRUCKS bounce and shake their way along a dusty, tarred, pockmarked
road. Hanna following the truck in front.

EXT. – DESERTED COMPOUND – EDGE OF DURAJ

The TWO TRUCKS come to a stop. ALL SIXTY MARINES begin to dismount, Hanna
blending in among them. He finds Kyle. They just look around.

KYLE
Hey, partner...

HANNA
...Yeah...I know...

And now we recognize the compound from the night before. It's the one the
members of the SuperUnit fast-roped into.

EXT. – OPEN SAND QUAD – INSIDE DESERTED COMPOUND - DAY

The SIXTY MARINES are lined up in rows, and in front of each MARINE is a large,
heavy rucksack. Full of sand. Hanna hides in the last row, behind Kyle.

The Gunny stands up at the front.


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GUNNY
...You have, therefore, all been
volunteered to face this test of will and
endurance...A test being administered for
reasons which are of no consequence to
you...
(smiles)
Unless, of course, you manage to pass it.
And only the best four will.

As the Gunny continues, we PAN SLOWLY over to the inner walls of the deserted
compound...passing window after window...

GUNNY (CONT'D) (O.S)


So, take your last drink of water...fasten
your fieldsacks...and get ready to make
the Marine Corps the proud mother that she
is...

And now we come to rest on a large, single window, covered with what appears to
be a plastic tint so we cannot see inside.

CUT TO:

INT. - ROOM INSIDE DESERTED COMPOUND - BUILDING SURROUNDING COURTYARD

A decaying office presently occupied by TWO MEN dressed in all-black field


uniforms. Ruggedly good-looking, with strong physiques and a cool, measured
composure. These are fighters. Elite Commandos...members of the SUPERUNIT.

Behind each movement, there is a sense of hidden, coiled power. And in their
speech...a calm arrogance.

COMMANDO #1
The Marine Corps...
(he laughs)
You know why they're looking for a few
good men?

COMMANDO #2
No...

COMMANDO #1
'Cause they don't have any...

He looks out through the window as the Marines load the rucksacks onto their
backs.

COMMANDO #1 (CONT'D)
Look at them...just a bunch of grunts.

Commando #2 looks out. Laughs.


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COMMANDO #2
Yeah...well, somebody's gotta haul our
garbage...

And Commando #1 laughs.

CUT TO:

EXT. – INNER QUAD - DAY

A BURNING SUN beats down on the sixty Marines, who just stand there, rucksacks
on their backs. Starting to sweat. Shifting and swaying as the cramping in
their backs begins.

This is the test. To stand there like sheep, wearing their rucksacks, in the
blinding heat.

KYLE is one of the few who seems completely comfortable. He's one of the
bigger men out here. Just standing around with nothing to do.

KYLE
Hey, partner...do I look stupid? Just
standin' here. 'Cause I sure feel stupid.

HANNA, so far okay, just scans the seemingly deserted buildings.

HANNA
...They're around...watching us
maybe...from inside.
(beat)
Something big...is going down.

Kyle glances around at the dirty windows surrounding the quad.

Suddenly -- BAM! The first Marine has fainted face-forward into the dirt -- a
helpless victim of the noon-day sun.

CUT TO:

THE QUAD - LATER

Hanna, Kyle and about 15 other sweaty Marines are all that remain.

A LARGE DRUM OF WATER

is placed in front of them now. Mocking them. They stare at it. Some lick
their lips. God, it's hot.

CUT TO:

THE QUAD - LATER

Only six Marines left. BAM! Make that five. Hanna and Kyle and three other
large, burly types. Hanna is by far the smallest. And now even he's starting
to have a hard time.

CUT TO:
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INT. - DECAYING OFFICE IN BUILDING

The Two Commandos from the SuperUnit continue to watch. The Gunny is in here
with them, paging unenthused through a magazine.

COMMANDO #1
That big one...with the stupid
grin...what's his name?

The Gunny looks up.

GUNNY
That's Calloway, machine gunner...strong
as an ox.

COMMANDO #1
...We'll take him. It's a start, anyway.

COMMANDO #2
Three to go...

The Gunny's eyes suddenly zero in on Hanna standing behind Kyle.

GUNNY
What the?!...
(beat)
Of all the puss-nuts, cockbreath, shit-
eating goatfucks!

COMMANDO #1
What?!

The Gunny silently considers Hanna through the window. After a beat, he just
shakes his head and smiles to himself.

GUNNY
...Nevermind...

CUT TO:

THE QUAD

where a battle of wills has now ensued between Hanna and a muscular, giant
blockhead of a Marine. Pound for pound much stronger than Hanna.

Kyle and the other two machine-gunners are straining but they seem okay. This
is a competition for the fourth spot.

HANNA is close to the end...in silent pain...his teeth clenched...

THE BLOCKHEAD is grunting...groaning...spitting...

HANNA's face contorts in a mixture of pain, concentration and grit


determination...

THE BLOCKHEAD in the meantime has begun to emit primordial grunts and groans
and snorts and noises of the most embarrassing nature...
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HANNA shifts...arching forward...shuts his eyes...trying to muster every last
drop of energy...his muscles trembling...

THE BLOCKHEAD is spitting like a camel now...his body looking more and more
unstable...he starts to sway..dizzy...

HANNA, his body shaking, his teeth clenched tight, his eyes almost popping out
of his head...about to lose it.

And in that split second...

THE BLOCKHEAD begins to fall...tipping right over...into

HANNA

causing them both to hit the dirt. Simultaneously. David and Goliath down.
Each just lies there breathing heavy. Now only three Marines, including Kyle,
are standing.

CUT TO:

INT. - DECAYING OFFICE

The Two Commandos and the Gunny watch through the window as the events in the
quad unfold.

Hanna and the Blockhead lie on the ground, breathing heavy. After a beat,
Hanna starts to get up...onto his knees...staggering...then standing...just
barely...but standing.

The Blockhead rolls over, looks at Hanna, then just passes out.

COMMANDO #2
The one that got up. Who is he?

GUNNY
That's Hanna. Sniper.

COMMANDO #2
...He's got a lotta grit.

GUNNY
Grit....
(beat)
And some kinda demon inside.

Beat.

COMMANDO #1
Alright...those are the four...
(turns to the Gunny)
We're gonna need their files.

INT. - MAKESHIFT OFFICE – SOMEWHERE IN DESERTED COMPOUND

Sitting alone at the desk is another man dressed in all black.

A Colonel, silver-haired, yet still in peak condition. This is the COMMANDO


LEADER. His codename is FALCON. He studies a map.
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A YOUNGER COMMANDO OFFICER

enters. Four files in hand. He is subordinate. Codename COBRA.

COBRA
We've picked our four humpers. Here are
the files.

FALCON doesn't even look up. Studies his map with a viewfinder.

FALCON (COMMANDO LEADER)


You read 'em?

COBRA
I took a look.

FALCON
Anything special?

COBRA
...just one thing. Maybe.

FALCON
Go ahead...

He opens the file. Starts scanning through it. Reading selectively.

COBRA
Corporal Steve Hanna...Surveillance and
Tactical Acquisition Platoon, 8th Marine
Regiment...a sniper, by the way...

FALCON
Good...thoroughly unrelated for our
purposes...but, hell, I like snipers...

COBRA
(continuing to read)
Born 1975, Bronx, New York. He's almost
thirty-two. And he's a corporal.

And he gives Falcon a look.

FALCON
(doesn't seem bothered)
...not all of us have the fortune to find
our paths early in life...

Beat. Cobra continues:

COBRA
Abandoned at the age of three...parents
unknown...relatives...unknown.

Falcon doesn't say anything. Continues to look through his viewfinder.


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COBRA
...not much else here...except for a high-
school equivalency test. Taken when he
was 21. The rest is sketchy.

FALCON
So what's your point?

COBRA
A background like that...it can make a
man...unstable. No matter how he appears.

FALCON
The Marines have a psychological
evaluation. I assume he passed it?

COBRA
He did...

FALCON
Then I don't see any need to worry. These
tests are scientific. Precise. We rely
on the same body of theories for our
evaluations and they've haven't failed us
yet.

COBRA
Still...you never know.

FALCON
...What about his military record?

COBRA
Clean...spotless.

FALCON
That's enough for me.
(beat)
Arrange the briefings for our four little
Marine friends and put everyone else on
condition blue.

Cobra sees there's no point in continuing. Walks silently to the door,


thinking. Then turns back to face Falcon.

COBRA
I checked him out. This Corporal Steve
Hanna. He's a loner. And in the
end...loners go their own way...

But Falcon's not really listening.

INT. - SECRET BRIEFING ROOM – DESERTED COMPOUND

A grizzled 50-year-old COMMANDO SERGEANT briefs Hanna, Kyle, and the two other
Marines. His codename is STRIKER.
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STRIKER
You have been chosen to accompany us on a
mission of the highest urgency. You,
however, will not be combatants. You will
not even be armed with anything other than
pistols which we will supply to you. Your
job, simply put, will be this -- to carry
any and all supplies needed for our
mission. We have determined that the
amount of supplies which we require can be
carried by four strong, healthy able-
bodied individuals. You are those four.
You, gentlemen, will be our sherpas on the
way to Mount Everest. Consider it an
honor. You don't know who we are...and
you won't, not for a long time...but one
day you'll read about us in the history
books.

The four Marines sit silent, taking it all in.

STRIKER (CONT'D)
I will be your squad leader and you will
follow each and everyone of my commands.
Any act which can remotely be construed as
jeopardizing this mission will be
penalized by a field court martial and
punishable by death.

KYLE
(whispering to Hanna)
...Nothin like fosterin' an air a' high
morale.

Striker looks at Kyle silently a beat, then continues:

STRIKER
For the purposes of this mission, I cannot
disclose my real name to you. However,
you may call me Sergeant Striker. You
will receive appropriate equipment,
uniforms and coded dogtags...and as of
tomorrow...you will no longer wear any
item or mark of clothing which will
identify you as an American.
(beat)
The Unit Leader will speak to you now.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. - SECRET BRIEFING ROOM - LATER

FALCON, the silver-haired commando leader, stands before them. Silent.


Imposing. A self-styled leader about to give a speech.

FALCON
I have one word for you, gentlemen -- that
word is PRECISION.
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FALCON (CONT’D)
Sun Tzu. Alexander the Great. Napoleon.
Patton. All operated under the same
rules. All relied on improvisation and
initiative to counter the fog of war.
(beat)
Well, in our battlefield, that day is
over. Technology has LIFTED the fog and
today there is only one golden rule --
Precision.
(beat)
Our plan is a precise one, gentlemen.
Your part is to carry what we tell
you...and follow the Sergeant wherever he
goes, wherever we go. It's a simple task,
so do it well. Do it with precision. We
move tomorrow.

And Falcon turns to head out the room. Kyle raises his hand, interrupting.

KYLE
Ahh...Sir?

Falcon turns, looks at Kyle.

FALCON
Corporal Calloway, right?

KYLE
Yes, sir.

FALCON
What is it?...

KYLE
Well, sir...regardin' the nature of the
mission. At what point do we get to know
what this here is all about?

Falcon just shakes his head.

FALCON
...Never...

And turns to exit.

INT. - HALLWAY – DESERTED COMPOUND

Hanna, Kyle and the two other Marines walk out of the briefing room.

MARINE #1
Sun Tzu. Alexander the Great. What the
fuck was he talkin about?

KYLE
(shakes his head)
Beats the hell outta me...
(beat)
Ya hear all that garbage, partner?
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Hanna just nods, lights a cigarette, thinking along a different track.

HANNA
Noncombatants...
(then he sniffs the air)
...it stinks...
And then tosses his cigarette and walks off.

INT. - DARK BARRACKS ROOM – DESERTED COMPOUND - NIGHT

Hanna, Kyle, and the two other Marines lie sleeping on metal cots.

KYLE
Hey...partner. What do you make a' all
this? I mean I wonder what the hell we're
settin' out to do?

Hanna holds his penlight to his green book, reading. The dim glare revealing
his face.

HANNA
...Don't know...

Kyle shifts. Shakes his head, thinking out loud:

KYLE
Maybe it’s some kind of rescue or
something.

HANNA
Maybe...

Beat.

KYLE
Hey, partner?

Johnson, the third Marine, interjects:

JOHNSON
Would you morons shut up, already, we're
tryin to sleep here.

Markus is the fourth Marine. A big, lumbering teddy bear of a man.

MARKUS
Yeah, c'mon guys...we got a big day
tomorrow!

The other three just turn and look at Markus. What a dork.

EXT. – LANDING ZONE – DESERTED COMPOUND - WEE HOURS OF THE NIGHT

SHADOWS OF MEN buzz around the faint outline of a single MH-53X PAVE LOW
HELICOPTER, its rotors spinning silently in the night.
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HANNA AND KYLE and the two other Marines stand off to the side. At their feet
-- FOUR GIANT BLACK RUCKSACKS. Packed to the hilt. Striker is checking over
the packs as Falcon walks by:

FALCON
Alright, Striker, load your men.

Striker turns to the Marines. Nods toward the helicopter.

STRIKER
Single file. After me.

KYLE
Hey, sarge, you boys ever call each other
by your real names?

STRIKER
...We don't know them.

EXT. – LANDING ZONE - LATER - STILL NIGHT

The shadows and activity are gone. The PAVE LOW sits alone on the tarmac.

And then slowly it begins to rise...into the dead of night...

EXT. - THE NIGHT SKY - LATER

The PAVE LOW flies silently over a sea of moonlit water.


At the controls, TWO PILOTS, wearing Darth Vader like helmets.

INT. - BELLY OF THE HELICOPTER - AS IT FLIES

NINE COMMANDOS of the SuperUnit and the FOUR MARINES sit facing each other on
two benches. Dressed all in black.

Each Commando carries a weapon more exotic than the next. All weapons are
black. Nothing reflects light. Nothing.

All are quiet. Each man dealing on his own terms with the mortal dangers that
lie ahead. The silence is overwhelming.

KYLE
Well, one thing's for sure -- they ain't
gonna hear us.

One of the Commandos, codename FIST, scans the four Marines. Smiles.

FIST
So...we're bringing the kids along for a
little hop and pop.

A second Commando, codename DRAGON, leans forward toward the Marines.

DRAGON
Just remember -- if bullets start flying
our way, whatever you do -- DON'T PANIC.

Kyle just looks over at Hanna. Who are these assholes? Hanna stares hard at
Fist, fire in his eyes.
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A wooden box is now passed down from one commando to the next. Each commando
slips off an identical RING from his finger and places it in the box. Like a
ritual of a secret order.

Hanna just watches, silent. The last one, Banshee, looks up at him. Smiles.
Cocky:

BANSHEE
West Point. All of us.

Hanna just stares back. A steely look.

HANNA
...West Point...

And then he slowly leans over and spits on the floor. Then looks back at the
Banshee. Smiles.

BANSHEE
That's a nasty habit you got there.

HANNA
Who said it was a habit?

EXT. - NIGHT SKY - LATER

The PAVE LOW slips in and out between more dark ridges...then finally begins to
slow down, descending into a pitch-black valley.

The door opens, and the men begin to de-helicopter onto the arid, rocky ground.

CUT TO:

EXT. THE PITCH-BLACK VALLEY - NIGHT

As the PAVE LOW takes off in the background, we make out

TWO VERTICAL LINES OF MEN

moving off into the valley at a fast walking pace. Falcon at the front,
leading the strike force. Striker and the four Marines at the rear, the giant
rucksacks resting heavily on their backs.

The men move on silently...wraiths in the night.

EXT. - A GIANT BLACK RIDGE - LATER - NIGHT

The Strikeforce moves up a ridge towards its crest. The incline is steep and
the movement is slow and arduous.

HANNA AND KYLE are at their place near the back. Climbing up through the rocks
with a hundred pounds on their backs. Straining. Sweat pouring into their
eyes. Finally, the force reaches the crest.
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PANORAMA AHEAD - OVER THE CREST

An open desert valley below. Empty except for A DESOLATE ROAD which traverses
across it. Maybe 100 yards away.

FALCON (O.S.)
This is it. Gold Point.

CUT TO:

EXT. - CREST OF THE RIDGE

BLACKENED COMMANDO HANDS lay THE FOUR GIANT RUCKSACKS on the ground. Open
them. Revealing a cornucopia of high-tech equipment:

The SuperUnit begins to set up.

KYLE
What'dya know. We're on a mission with
Buck Rogers.

Fist, nearby, hears Kyle. Smiles:

FIST
Pentagon's newest toys. Maybe in ten
years...even the Marines'll get them.
(cocky)
But I doubt it...

Hanna just looks around at the equipment. Then at the lone road below.
Realizes what they're up to:

HANNA
...Ambush...

Hanna turns. Sees Falcon, 50 feet away, opening the BLACK STEEL CASE. Hanna
raises his NIGHT VISION GOGGLES and watches him.

ON FALCON

looking into the case. Only it's not a case. It's an BATTLEFIELD COMPUTER.
Portable. Built into a steel case.

A DIGITAL COUNTDOWN begins on the corner of the screen. Falcon enters a code.
The countdown disappears. The screen suddenly fills with

A HIGH-RESOLUTION TERRAIN MAP

of the whole area. Overlaid with military symbols.

CUT TO:

EXT. - DARK VALLEY BETWEEN MOUNTAINS - NEARBY - NIGHT

A four vehicle convoy consisting of an SUV, Two White Peugots, and another SUV
speeds along a desolate stretch of road.
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HIGH ABOVE IT IN THE NIGHT SKY

A Micro UAV (Unmanned Aerial Vehicle) the size of an insect (wingspan one-inch)
flies about. A mini-INFRARED TV CAMERA in its nose prowls the terrain.

It fixes on the convoy. Begins to shadow it.

EXT. - THE CREST OF THE RIDGE - SAME TIME - NIGHT

The Commandos of the Strikeforce lie in a perfect horizontal line overlooking


the road. Spaced 15 meters apart. Wearing tiny MOTOROLA headphones with lip
mics.

Striker and the Four Marines lie off to the side. All is quiet. Ambush time.

Cobra pilots the micro-UAV from a large console that was carried in one of the
rucksacks.

ON HIS CONSOLE SCREEN

The four-vehicle convoy cruises down a dark road.

COBRA (V.O.)
(into lip mic)
Falcon. This is Cobra. The prey is in
sight.

FALCON (O.S.)
Roger, Cobra. Close and identify.

Our INFRARED INVERSE BLACK-AND-WHITE POV suddenly dives low and maneuvers
around, zooming in on the faces of the men in the Two Peugots.

We frame on a BEARDED ARAB MAN in the distinctive ARABIC HEADRESS [KEFFIYEH] OF


AL-KHAZAR sitting in the back of the second Peugot. His face is visible.

COBRA
Hornet. Tango is second jeep. Rear left.
Arm your tag.

HORNET opens a small metal box, revealing two custom-made bullets. He takes
one out. Slides a small switch on its side. A stripe on the bullet glows red.
He loads the bullet into his sniper rifle.

HORNET
Falcon. Tag armed.

FALCON now plugs a calculator-like GLOBAL POSITIONING SYSTEM (GPS) relay into
his computer.

ON THE TERRAIN MAP OF HIS COMPUTER SCREEN

A RED TRACKING DOT now appears. Illustrating the location of the SuperUnit.

Off in the distance, the faint headlights of the convoy approach.

HANNA AND KYLE lie off to the side. Just watching. Hanna sets his revolver by
his side.
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STRIKER
(to Hanna)
What in hell are you doing?...

Hanna just looks at him. Silent.

STRIKER
Put it away.

Beat.

STRIKER
Put it away.

For a beat. Hanna does nothing. Then puts it away. Doesn't look like he's
gonna take much more of this.

The convoy now closes in fast.

FALCON
Banshee, mark your spot. Initiate on
Zero-Zero. Two-Nine-Nine. Final orders.
Execute. Tag. End.

BANSHEE, the demolitions expert, peers through an ULTRA-SOUND DOPPLER DEVICE.

BANSHEE'S POV THROUGH DOPPLER DEVICE - DESOLATE ROAD

A wide, purple-tinted view. A stationary WHITE X marks a ghostly spot on the


road below.

The CONVOY enters the far edge of the screen. Approaches the WHITE X. Tiny
DIGITAL Time and Distance readouts count down.

BANSHEE (INTO MIC)


Five -- Four -- Three --

-- The convoy is right in front of the Strikeforce now. --

BANSHEE
-- Two --

-- The lead SUV is now past the halfway point. --

BANSHEE
-- One --

The lead SUV reaches the White X. TIME and DISTANCE readouts hit zero-zero.

BANSHEE'S FINGER hits a button on his transmitter.

A SMALL ELECTRO-MAGNETIC PULSE MINE

planted by the side of the road emits an instantaneous pulse.

INSIDE THE ENGINE OF THE LEAD SUV

Electricity suddenly stops flowing through the wires of the engine.


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INSIDE THE LEAD SUV

The driver quickly notices the car die. It rolls to a stop on the lone road as
the trailing vehicles in the convoy stop in line behind it. All are confused.

Everything now happens extremely fast. With a cold efficiency:

DRAGON fires a bulky rifle connected to a large battery that was carried in one
of the packs.

Instantaneously, A GREEN LASER PULSE shoots down and hits

THE DRIVER’S SIDE MIRROR

of the trailing SUV. The mirror shows an image of the Driver’s face. Inside –
the driver suddenly looks around – blinded.

LIGHTNING

now centers the image of the second Peugot inside a square viewfinder attached
to a 3-foot wide emitter device. He holds down a trigger labeled “MICROWAVES”.
A multi-colored temperature indicator quickly rises from cold colors to hot.

THE PASSENGERS INSIDE THE SECOND PEUGOT

immediately notice the car heat up intensely but don’t know why. They quickly
roll down their windows as they start to sweat.

HORNET – BACK UP ON THE RIDGE

looks through a CT SCOPE at the same Peugot, it’s windows now down.

HORNET'S POV – CT SCOPE

Three anatomical human figures – skeleton and muscle tissue -- outlined against
a blue background. You can't actually see the car. Looks kinda like a CAT
scan.

HORNET (O.S.)
(under his breath)
Tango..is...rear...left.

HORNET aims at the skeleto-muscular figure in the rear on the left. Zooms into
a precise bone. It starts to flash. He pulls the trigger.

THE BULLET - IN SLOW MOTION - MICROVIEW

flies out his rifle. Impacts the BEARDED ARAB MAN's skin. Breaks apart.
Leaving only a spinning needle. The needle rips through muscle. Hits the
bone. Passes through and out. Leaving a microscopic chip embedded inside.

ON THE BEARDED ARAB MAN IN RED AL-KHAZAR HEADRESS/KEFFIYEH

suddenly clutching his mid-section. As though he was just bitten. He sees a


small spot of blood. He starts to shout at his driver in Arabic.
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ON THE CONVOY

as the lead SUV manages to start its engine again. Another man takes the wheel
of the trailing SUV. Quickly, all four vehicles of the convoy speed off down
the road.

HIGH UP ON THE RIDGE

Falcon enters 'G'-'C' into his computer. His screen splits in two.

A ROTATING COMPUTER GRAPHIC PORTRAIT of the BEARDED ARAB MAN appears on the top
half along with the words "TARGET CONFIRMED".

THE BOTTOM HALF OF HIS SCREEN

remains a terrain map. The RED TRACKING DOT speeds along the road. Enters a
town labeled “ZHOB”. Falcon hits two keys. A HIGH-RESOLUTION BLUEPRINT of THE
TOWN. Every single building numbered.

THE RED TRACKING DOT enters the town. Moves along a few roads. Stops at a
rather large building. Number 32.

Falcon enters "32." The computer replies: "HOSPITAL." Falcon smiles.

ANGLE ON HANNA

watching all this with his night-vision goggles. He scribbles 'G'-'C' in his
green book.

Kyle, next to him, looks down at the road. Then at the men of the SuperUnit.

KYLE
Ya gotta give 'em credit, partner.
Whatever they just did...they sure know
how to do it.

HANNA
...Anyone can push a button.

EXT. – SIDE OF RIDGE – NIGHT

The Strikeforce moves down from the top of the ridge in a two-line formation.
The men march silently and at a fast clip into a dark valley.

EXT. – DARK VALLEY – NIGHT - LATER

The Strikeforce continues to the edge of A BOMBED-OUT DISTRICT SCHOOL that sits
alone on the valley floor. It consists of several small mud buildings with a
larger two-story building in the center.

EXT. - ONE HUNDRED YARDS BEFORE SCHOOL COMPLEX - NIGHT

Falcon stops. Lowers to one knee. The rest of the Strikeforce automatically
lies prone. Falcon scans ahead.

FALCON'S POV THROUGH NIGHT-VISION BINOS – DISTRICT SCHOOL

It's abandoned. Run down. Eerie.


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Falcon puts his binos away. Takes out a few folded, silvery SATELLITE PHOTOS
of the school from his breast pocket. Looks like it's on the moon.

FALCON
We've prepositioned the vehicle here.
KH-11 made a pass yesterday. Should be
nice and empty.
(into headset)
Two-Nine-Nine-Alpha. Silver Point. Cobra
and Fist. Sneak and Peek.

Pointing at the photo, he motions Cobra to check a small side building, then to
circle around the main one. Cobra and Fist take off...
CUT TO:

EXT. – BOMBED-OUT DISTRICT SCHOOL - NIGHT

Cobra and Fist approach one of the smaller mud buildings. Fist carrying one
motherfucker of a machine gun. They peer through a hole in a wall. A SHINY
BLACK VAN sits parked inside, hidden.

They turn and head to the TWO-STORY BUILDING, sweeping around to

ITS FAR SIDE

where Cobra scans all around. And as he does so WE PAN UP

TO A DIRTY SECOND-STORY WINDOW

right above him, where dark shadows hide the HARDENED FACE OF A MAN watching
Cobra silently from inside.

COBRA

down below, finishes scanning.

COBRA
(into lip mic)
Falcon. Cobra here. Just like the
picture. All clear.

He motions to Fist and they slip back around to the front as

ABOVE

The HARDENED FACE tracks them, moving from window to window.

INT. – SECOND-STORY ROOM – MAIN SCHOOL BUILDING

The hardened face belongs to AN AFGHANI MAN in modern clothing that looks like
it came straight out of K-mart with an AK-47 slung over his shoulder.

Behind him, a MOTLEY CREW of SEVEN MORE ARMED AFGHANI MEN in similar clothing
sleeps amidst the cobwebs. All around them are bricks of a white gooey paste.

Hardened Face's eyes track Cobra and Fist, leading him to discover -- the
Strikeforce lying in the distance 75 yards away.
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Hardened Face curses in Pashto. Quickly, he whirls around and hustles over to
the leader of this little gang. Wakes him.

HARDENED FACE
(subtitled)
Gul. Gul.
(Gang Leader starts to wake)
Wake up. American troops are here.
Looking around for us.

GANG LEADER
(groggy)
Americans?! Impossible?! We just got
here an hour ago?!

Gang Leader looks out the window.

GANG LEADER'S POV - OUTSIDE

The Strikeforce approaches the main school building in military formation.

GANG LEADER
(subtitled)
Wake everyone! Fast!

OUTSIDE THE MAIN SCHOOL BUILDING

The Strikeforce closes in, unaware.

Hanna and Kyle at the rear, the giant rucksacks on their back. Suddenly, Hanna
stops. His eyes tighten. He senses something.

Falcon is still in front. A second later, he stops, too. Also senses


something.

RAT-TAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-TAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GREEN MACHINE GUN TRACER-FIRE thunders from a second story window.

Falcon is almost lifted off the ground, jerking, as though being hit by a
sledge hammer. He falls on his face. Dead. All watch, stunned.

COBRA
What the?! Contact, hit the deck!

RAT-TAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-TAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

More green machine gun tracer fire. bullets everywhere. Gun FLASHES from
other windows.

Dragon, Fist, and the Third Marine are hit as they scramble for cover.

INSIDE THE SECOND STORY

All Seven Members of the Gang are awake and firing like the blazes and howling
in Pashto.
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OUTSIDE

Hanna and Kyle dive behind a small outer retainer wall. Shed their rucksacks.
Hanna peeks out.

The Afghani Gang have pinned the Commandos down along a 70 foot stretch. The
Commandos are trying to shoot back. Using their secondary weapons -- H&K MP5
Submachine Guns with Pulse Laser Sights.

Hanna pulls out his revolver. It looks pretty meager.

KYLE
What're you gonna shoot with that?!
Dinner?!

Hanna looks down at the revolver. Hey, it's all they got. Pow! Pow! Pow!

COBRA AND BANSHEE

have taken cover behind some large boulders.

COBRA
Who the fuck is up there?!

Cobra scans around. Tries to organize his team. Direct a response.

COBRA(INTO MIC)
Two-Nine-Nine! Cobra, here! Falcon is
horizontal! I am in control!

Banshee lets loose on his MP5. An Afghani Gang Member flies out to the ground,
dead.

WIZARD

the Strikeforce medic who is near Hanna and Kyle, eyes the body. A few of the
white bricks of paste have fallen around him.

WIZARD
(realizing)
...Opium.

KYLE
What?

WIZARD
Those bricks are raw opium. For heroin.
They’re drug smugglers. Afghanistan if
full of ‘em.
(looks up at windows)
They probably think we've come to arrest
them.

Hanna scans around. Bullets WHIZ by. A heavy machine gun from a slit hole
spits out doses of lead. It's the main problem.

For a moment, it arcs its fire. Bullets pour into one of the small side
buildings. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!! The BLACK VAN inside explodes!
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BACK ON COBRA AND BANSHEE

watching.

COBRA
Shit!!!! Shit!!!!

Cobra turns and glares up at the machine gun nest. Scans around.

COBRA
Dragon, do you read?!
(nothing)
Dragon, do you read?!

BANSHEE
He's out there!

And Banshee points to Dragon's lifeless body.

COBRA
Damnit!!!
(thinking)
Lightning! Do you read?!

LIGHTNING (O.S.)
Roger, Cobra! Lightning here!

COBRA
I want HE's against that main gun! Now!

LIGHTNING fires his M203 GRENADE. THUMP!!! But the main machine gun is
shooting out from just a small slit window. No place for the grenade to enter.
It bounces off. Explodes in the air.

The machine gun rages back with GREEN TRACERS.

HANNA AND KYLE

look up at the machine gun. It's right opposite them. Hanna scans the edge of
the two-story building. Spots something at its side.

He looks at Fist -- lying immobile in the open 5 feet away.

HANNA
-- I got an idea. --

KYLE
-- I like it. --

Hanna just looks at Kyle.

KYLE
Okay, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna like it!
I just wanna do somethin! –

And Hanna's gone. Slithering like a snake on all fours. Reaches Fist. Grabs
a grenade bag. Fist's machine gun. Crawls back.
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COBRA - 70 FEET AWAY

suddenly spots Red Tracer fire coming from the area of Hanna and Kyle's
position.

Firing off into darkness to the side of the two-story building. Missing
completely.

COBRA
Who the hell is aiming that?!

ON KYLE

firing Fist's Machine Gun

INTO THE DARKNESS

where we now see THREE PALM TREES. And he's firing at their bases. Cutting
them down. Handling the machine gun like a tool.

CUT TO:

THE THREE TREES

falling to the ground. Like giant matchsticks.

CUT TO:

HANNA

pulling the pin from his grenade. Tossing it towards one of the three trees.
BOOM!!! An explosion. A BURNING FIRE. FLAMES leap high in the air...covering
the slit of the machine gun nest.

CUT TO:

INSIDE THE SECOND STORY MACHINE GUN NEST

The Afghan Smuggler Leader, wielding the main machine gun, pulls back, feeling
the intense heat. All he can see is flames.

CUT TO:

HANNA

pulling the pin on a second grenade. Throws it at another fallen tree.


BOOM!!! Another FIRE. And now there's A WALL OF FLAME from the Strikeforce's
position right to one side of the main school building.

Perfect cover for a dash across.

CUT TO:

COBRA - 70 FEET AWAY

just looking at it. Burning cover. Can't believe it. Now Striker crawls up
next to him.
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COBRA
Good work, Striker.

STRIKER
Me? I thought that was you...

They just look at each other a beat.

COBRA
C'mon. That's our path across.

BACK ON HANNA AND KYLE

Hanna dashes to the enemy's side behind the wall of fire, grenade in hand.
Kyle follows. They reach

THE SIDE OF THE MAIN SCHOOL BUILDING

close to the main machine gun. Hanna spots a side window with no glass.
Throws a grenade. BOOM!!! The machine gun nest EXPLODES!!

Both now eye a nearby door.

KYLE
House-to-house. This ain't exactly our
specialty, partner.

HANNA
...It is now...

Hanna pulls the pin of his last grenade. Kicks the door open. Throws the
grenade in. BOOM! Rushes—

INSIDE

Kyle follows him in. It's an empty destroyed room. They move to a door at the
far end. Hanna gets his revolver ready.

HANNA
I go left. You go right.

KYLE
Your left or--

--and Hanna kicks the door in. Rushes in to the second room--

KYLE
--Wait a goddamn minute!

But it's too late. Hanna's inside--

THE SECOND ROOM

Everything happens in a split second now: THREE AFGHANI SMUGGLERS are just
coming down stairs -- Hanna shoots the first one -- drops him -- Kyle is
suddenly inside -- shoots at the second one -- misses wildly -- the second one
is about to shoot Kyle -- suddenly drops dead -- thank you Hanna -- Kyle shoots
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at the Third Smuggler -- misses wildly again -- the Third Smuggler shoots at
Hanna --

Hits him in the shoulder -- Hanna falls back against the wall --shooting the
Third Smuggler at the same time -- between the eyes.

Hanna clutches his bleeding shoulder. Just then:

Cobra and Striker show up. They see Hanna and Kyle here.

COBRA
You?!!!

A split second later, the remaining members of the SuperUnit appear.

CUT TO:

THE SUPERUNIT COMMANDOS

cleaning out the remaining rooms. Two at a time. Throw in a grenade. Let it
explode. One rushes in left, the other goes right. Red Pulse-laser sights.
No misses.

CUT TO:

HANNA AND KYLE

in the last room they were in. Kyle's trying to help Hanna with his wound. It
looks worse than it is.

HANNA
...The idea is to hit them.

KYLE
I'm a damn machine gunner, okay! I ain't
never had to aim before.

But Kyle feels bad. Just leans back. Eyes Hanna's wound.

KYLE
I'm sorry you're hurt. It shoulda been
me, instead.

HANNA
(shakes head)
...That would'a been worse...

Hanna spots TWO TINS OF TURKISH CIGARETTES lying in the dirt. Takes them.
Lights a cigarette. Tired.

We hear the staccato BRRRRP of submachine guns in the background. Then


silence.

CUT TO:
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THE SECOND FLOOR

All the Afghani Drug Smugglers in here are dead. Cobra surveys the white
bricks of raw opium.

COBRA
Goddamn drug smugglers. They must've
decided to hide here for the night.

STRIKER
(looks at the dead bodies)
Well, they're gonna get some sleep.
That's for sure.

COBRA
Make sure that’s all of ‘em.

The Strikeforce starts to spread out through the building searching for anyone
left alive. They don’t find anyone. But

OUTSIDE

One Afghani Smuggler, wounded but still alive, escapes past the last small mud
building on the school’s perimeter and disappears into the darkness...

INT. - FIRST FLOOR – SCHOOL BUILDING - LATER

The Strikeforce is all here. Wizard, the medic, finishes bandaging Lightning.
Inserts an I.V. into Hanna's arm, then motions him to remove his shirt.

Hanna hesitates. Does it -- revealing his shoulder wound, as well as a mosaic


of scars from upper body tattoos that have all been removed.

Everyone notices. No one says anything.

Cobra, meanwhile, scans the battlefield computer. The satellite dish is set
up. The RED TRACKING DOT still in the “HOSPITAL” in the town of ZHOB.

Striker walks up to him:

STRIKER
Falcon, Dragon, Banshee, Fist, dead.
Marines Marcus and Johnson, dead.
Lightning and Hanna wounded. Vehicle
destroyed. Ammunition levels low.
That's the "sitrep".

KYLE
Couldn't ya have thrown in some good news,
too?

Cobra just stares at the C3I computer.

COBRA
We're still tracking. That's what
counts. We'll just have to use the backup
entry sight. Copper Point.
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HANNA
...It'll be daylight soon. We gotta move.

Cobra looks over at him.

COBRA
...You giving orders now?

Hanna just tapes his I.V. BAG to his arm and walks over to the equipment pile.
Grabs one of the MP5 Submachine guns. Then sorts through bullets and grenades.
Equipping himself.

COBRA
What're you doing?!

HANNA
...Thinking ahead.

COBRA
Put it all back down. You're not a functional part of this operation.

HANNA
You got four men dead. I am now. So is
he--

--and he points to Kyle. Throws him an H&K MP5 submachine gun.

HANNA (CONT'D)
You need us.

Cobra just looks at him. Starts to laugh. Turns to Striker:

COBRA
One smart move and a couple of good shots
and he thinks he's one of us.
(turns to Hanna)
Let me tell you something, junior -- This
operation has undergone a supreme degree
of planning. The men before you have been
screened, selected and bred for this
mission! They are the most highly
trained, highly specialized, and highly
equipped in the world.
(beat)
You are not!

HANNA
Yeah...I heard it before...
(beat)
They fit all the right numbers. Got all
the right profiles.

COBRA
Damn right they do! They're the best
America has to offer.

HANNA
...that all depends...
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COBRA
Yeah! On what?!

HANNA
...On if the system works.

COBRA
And what system is that?!

Hanna takes out a Turkish cigarette. Lights it.

HANNA
...The one people use these days to judge
a man.

And they all just look at him. Silent. Even Kyle is silent. He hasn't seen
Hanna like this before. Cobra smiles. Starts to laugh:

COBRA
You're just sour, Hanna. That's it, isn't
it? I've seen your records. Took you
seven years and seven tries just to get
into the damn Marines. Just to be a damn
Marine grunt! God knows how you finally
got in but screw me if you didn't cheat to
do it.

Hanna just takes a puff from his cigarette. Looks at him.

HANNA
...It's your damn system. Not mine.

COBRA
I got a good mind to call a chopper and
fly you straight to jail for
insubordination.

HANNA
But you won't. You won't break radio
silence. If you could, you would have
already. To abort. Or to reinforce.
(glances around)
My guess is -- there's somebody around who
might be listening. Somebody bigger than
these two-bit locals.

Cobra and Striker just stare at him. Because he's right. Cobra is getting
angry. Frustrated. Looks at both Hanna and Kyle for a beat.

COBRA
Okay...
(beat)
Okay...
(beat)
You and Texas Kyle Calloway over there
want to piss with the big dogs. Fine. Go
ahead and bite off more than you can chew.
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COBRA (CONT’D)
I could use some extra cannon fodder now,
anyway.

And he comes right up to Hanna. In his face.

COBRA (CONT'D)
Just remember. You're under my command.
If you disobey orders and compromise
mission security...I will shoot you.

KYLE
(shaking his head)
...Ya sign up, ya volunteer, and that's
the appreciation ya get.

COBRA
(ignoring Kyle)
Alright, Two-Nine-Nine...get ready to
move...I want to be outta here before
daylight.

KYLE
(to Cobra)
By the way, seein' as we are now an A-1
functional part of this operation, maybe
you can fill us in on the prime objective.

COBRA
In a pig's eye.

And he walks off. Kyle turns to Hanna.

KYLE
Now that wasn't very nice.

INT. – ONE-STORY BUILDING – SCHOOL - LATER

THE BODIES OF THE DEAD AMERICANS burn in a pyre as Hanna, Kyle and the
SuperUnit Commandos watch silently. And for a moment, as we PAN:

THE FACES OF THE LIVING

their is a camaraderie that knows no distinctions...all feel the same


remorse...injustice...uncertainty.

All turn and silently start to move off. Except one -- Kyle.

He stands just staring at the burning bodies. And for the first time, fear
comes into his eyes. Fear and the grim reality of death...

CUT TO:

EXT – EDGE OF SCHOOL PERIMETER - NIGHT

The Strikeforce prepares to leave. As Hanna dons his rucksack, he cringes in


pain. His shoulder.
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KYLE
(to Cobra)
The man's been shot for cryin' out loud.

COBRA
He's tough. Aren't you, Hanna?

Hanna says nothing. Kyle shakes his head. Reaches over. Transfers a few
things from Hanna's pack...

EXT. PITCH BLACK VALLEY - NIGHT - LATER

The strike force moves on. Cobra at the lead now. Wizard and Hornet carrying
the two other rucksacks. Sweating. Hanna and Kyle with MP5's and headsets
now.

EXT. ROCKY CANYON BED - NIGHT - LATER

The strike force heads up a gradual incline...passing a cave here and there.

EXT. CAVE - SOMEWHERE HIGH UP AMONGST THE RIDGES - DAWN - LATER

The first rays of sunlight tease the dark blue horizon as the strike force now
reaches a small cave entrance. Cobra takes out his plastic covered navigation
map. Studies it. Looks around.

COBRA (OVER HEADSET)


This is it. Copper Point.

INT. FIRST CAVE - DAWN

A long, natural tunnel. Dark. We see just outlines of the men as they move
through.

EXT. SECOND CAVE - DAWN

The men filter in. Put their packs down. Look around. This is a cave. Big
and round and wide and high. At the far end is--

A WIDE OPENING

sporting the most majestic view of the new morning sky. Yes, we are high, high
up.

CUT TO:

HANNA AND KYLE

crawling up to the far opening, peering over the edge at:

THE AFGHAN TOWN OF ZHOB

Nestled way down below at the foot of this ridge. This is the largest town
we’ve seen so far, complete with mosques, bazaars, and a variety of residential
and rudimentary industrial structures. And it is bustling with Afghans. Over
this, we hear Cobra's voice through the headset:
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COBRA (O.S.)
Welcome to Zhob. And what a glorious day
it is to be an American.

Hanna and Kyle look back. He is standing behind them, further back in the
cave. Looking at them. He breaks into a smile, then turns and moves further
back into the cave.

COBRA
Lightning. Hornet. Set up the tracking
system. We'll split into watches. Two
men each.
(looks at Hanna, Kyle)
Striker -- you get to brief these two on
the town.

INT. - BIG CAVE - DAY

Cobra, Hornet, Lightning and Wizard lie spread out. Sleeping.


Meanwhile--

HANNA, KYLE, AND STRIKER

lie side-by-side near the large opening. In front of them is the battlefield
computer.

The blueprint map of Zhob is on the screen. Striker points at Building #32,
where the RED TRACKING DOT continues to blink. Then down at an identically
shaped two-story building in the town. About the size of a large store.

STRIKER
Building 32. The hospital. Over there.
You keep your watch fixed on that. And on
the tracking dot. If it moves, you wake
me. And you wake Cobra. You don't wait.
You don't think about it. You wake us.

KYLE
(pointing at town)
...What's that?

He points to a clean, white-walled building complex. It doesn't really fit in


to the rest of the town. Looks just a little bit more...western world. A blue
and yellow flag flies from one roof.

STRIKER
Buildings 56-61. UNAMA.

HANNA
...United Nations Assistance Mission in
Afghanistan...

Striker looks at Hanna, surprised he'd know that.


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STRIKER
Right. They provide various kinds of aid
and reconstruction assistance. Sent here
by the UN after the Taliban fell.
(beat)
They have a Swedish infantry company
assigned to them for security.

Kyle picks up the binoculars:

KYLE'S POV THROUGH BINOCULARS - UNAMA COMPLEX

Two guards are visible. Both with sun-bleached blond hair. Aviator
sunglasses. NATO assault rifles. Swedish uniforms with the Blue UN flag
emblem on their shirt sleeves. You wouldn't need a satellite to find these
guys...they stick right out. The binoculars PAN AROUND and find

SEVERAL NAKED SWEDES

sunbathing in an enclosed deck of the complex. Buck-naked. Rifles lying off


to the side.

KYLE (O.S.)
These must be the shock troops.

ON STRIKER

STRIKER
The main authority in this area is the
local Governor – Wazir Khan. He’s also
the local warlord. He has his own private
militia.
(beat)
So far he’s on our side against the
Taliban. But these guys can turn on a
dime.

And now Striker gets ready to crawl back into the cave.

KYLE
One more question?

Striker stops. Looks at him: "What?"

KYLE (CONT'D)
Who's the fella with the red dot?

STRIKER
You get captured. Wounded. We can't have
you talking, can we?
(starts backing up again)
That tracking dot moves. Even flickers.
You better goddamn wake us. And don't
touch the keys. Whatever you do, don't
touch the keys!
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Striker withdraws into the cave. Preparing to catch some shuteye. Hanna and
Kyle turn to look out at the village. Raising their binoculars. Beginning
their watch. Silence for a few beats, then:

KYLE
Hey, partner?

HANNA
...What?...

They continue to watch as they talk, maintaining a low tone.

KYLE
...All that stuff ol' Captain America
said. Back there. About you trying seven
times in seven years to join up. That
true?

HANNA
...Yeah...

KYLE
You never told me that.
(serious now)
You never talk much about what you did
before...bein' a Marine. Back in New York
City.

Hanna shifts uncomfortably. Silence for a few seconds.

HANNA
...I...moved around a lot...

KYLE
...Doin what?...

HANNA
...Pumping gas. Cook…worse...

Kyle just looks at him. Worse? Hanna looks away, hesitating.

HANNA (CONT'D)
...Lotta street in New York City...lotta
bad things a man can fall into...trying to
make it through...

Kyle thinks about it.

KYLE
Guess you were just...driftin', huh?

HANNA
Yeah...just drifting.

Silence. Both continue to stare straight out through their binoculars. After
a few more seconds, Kyle shifts:

KYLE
Hey, partner?
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HANNA
...Yeah?...

KYLE
You ever get the feeling that maybe he's
right?
(motioning to Cobra who is still asleep)

HANNA
...About what?...

KYLE
Well...maybe we are bitin' off more than
we can chew?

Hanna just turns and looks at Kyle.

KYLE
Now don't go givin' me that look.
(beat)
Why'd you have to give me that look. I
don't ever give you that look.

EXT. – GOVERNOR’S PALACE – AFGHAN CITY -- DAY

A relatively ornate and large complex in the capital of the province. Super:

Governor’s Palace
Provincial Capital
10 Miles Away

CUT TO:

INT. – LARGE OFFICE – PALACE – DAY

Wazir Khan, the Governor and local warlord of the province, sits behind his
desk in a well-tailored three piece suit.

The lone Afghani Drug Smuggler who survived the encounter with the Strikeforce
stands before Wazir, surrounded by several of Wazir’s Militia Men, and finishes
recounting what happened to his gang of smugglers.

DRUG SMUGGLER
I promise you they were Americans.

WARLORD WAZIR
You are sure?

DRUG SMUGGLER
Absolutely.

WARLORD WAZIR
Strange. I have an arrangement with the
Americans. I side with them against the
Taliban, they leave my opium trade alone.

One of Wazir’s Advirors speaks up.


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WAZIR ADVISOR
They have double-crossed us.

WARLORD WAZIR
Apparently. And we will do the same.
(beat)
Get me thirty men and a tracker. We will
hunt these Americans down. When it comes
to interfering with business, they must
learn their lesson.

WARLORD ADVISOR
Attacking the Americans outright could be
risky.

WARLORD WAZIR
You must understand, Haji. America is
like a giant elephant. If it fights
another elephant, it wins. But in this
area of the world, there are no
elephants...
(he smiles)
Only snakes.

INT. - BIG CAVE - DAY - LATER

Hanna and Kyle are still on watch. The others asleep.

Hanna takes out his green book. Opens it. Finds the letters ‘G-C’ scribbled
on a blank page.

HANNA
...This is it.

KYLE
What?

HANNA
...The code...

KYLE
What code?

HANNA
...You want to see who we're after.
This'll show us.

KYLE
...You sure?

HANNA
...Yeah...

KYLE
...I sure hope you're sure.

Hanna stares at the keys on the battlefield computer.


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KYLE
You don't look sure.

HANNA
You're doing wonders for my concentration.

Hanna enters ‘G’, then ‘C’. THE SCREEN GOES BLANK. Uh Oh...

Suddenly --

A PROFILE OF AN ARAB MAN

with a full beard fills the screen.

This is the man shot in the ambush. At the top are front, left, and right
computer images of him. Below that, his personal profile. It reads:

NAME: Khalil Al-Kaseem

VITAL STATISTICS: 5'9"/150/38/23-45/6/M/4

ALIASES: Sirhan Khaladi, Faisel El-Mukra, Abu Shira

ORGANIZATION: Al-Khazar

POSITION: Deputy Commander, Intelligence. Considered primary lieutenant to


"GHOST."

EDUCATION: B.S., Physics, University of Cairo. M.S. Physics, University of


Tripoli, Phd. Material Physics, London University.

PERSONAL TRAITS: First and foremost, one must consider Kaseem as an


intellectual. A strong family man whose ideals and methodology...

And that's the last line on the screen.

KYLE
Who the hell wrote this?

HANNA
...CIA desk jockey...

Hanna and Kyle scan it over more. Hanna realizes something now:

HANNA
...Primary lieutenant...
(beat)
That's why they didn't kill him.

KYLE
Why?

HANNA
He's must be leading us to the chief.
(beat)
...To Ghost...

KYLE
How do we get to the next screen?
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HANNA
...Don't know...

KYLE
Well how do we get back to the map?

HANNA
...Don't know that either.

They exchange a silent glance.

And slowly, they both turn and look back at Cobra. Asleep. No way. Then over
at Striker. Also asleep.

CUT TO:

STRIKER

awake now. Looking at the screen filled with the information on the terrorist.
Whispering in anger at Hanna and Kyle.

STRIKER
It just popped up!? Like hell it did! You
may be dumbass Marines but that doesn't
mean you have the right to act like it.

And Striker hits the "G" and "C" keys. The screen returns now to the blueprint
of the village. The RED TRACKING DOT still in Building #32.

STRIKER
I told you. Don't fuck with the keys!
This computer goes -- we abort the
mission!

KYLE
What if you enter the wrong code?

STRIKER
The mission aborts us. Period. Boom!

And he stares at the two of them. Serious as hell.

STRIKER (CONT'D)
Matter of fact -- Calloway -- hit the
sack. I'm breaking you two up.

Kyle just looks at him.

STRIKER
Now!

CUT TO:

EXT – BOMBED-OUT DISTRICT SCHOOL - SAME TIME - DAY

A shiny SUV followed by several dusty Pickup Trucks filled with Afgani Militia
Men arrive at the deserted spot.
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Two men get out of the SUV. One is Warlord Wazir who now wears a generals
uniform filled with medals. It looks like it came directly from the costume
department.

He barks a command in Pashto. His Militia Men fan throughout the school
buildings. He turns to

THE OTHER AFGHANI MAN

who got out of the SUV with him. The man is rugged and rock solid. His
movements slow and confident. He is a Tracker. The Tracker bends to the
ground. Looking around...

INT. - BIG CAVE - HIGH ABOVE ZHOB - SAME TIME - DAY

HANNA AND STRIKER on watch. Not a word spoken between them. Suddenly
something catches their attention on the battlefield computer screen:
THE RED TRACKING DOT IS MOVING.

Both look out towards the hospital with their binoculars.

HANNA'S POV THROUGH BINOCULARS - THE HOSPITAL

Several men walk out. The man they ‘shot’ in the ambush, now bandaged, among
them. They get into a white Peugot and drive off. The RED TRACKING DOT
mirrors their movement.
CUT TO:
INT. BIG CAVE - A FEW SECONDS LATER

HANNA, KYLE AND ALL FIVE COMMANDOS lie side by side at the edge of the big
opening. Looking down at the town.

THE RED TRACKING DOT

is now inside the outline of a small house on the town blueprint. A line of
text at the bottom of the screen reads:

"Building 47. Private residence. Abdul Shirzai."

Cobra is talking as he looks through the bino's:

COBRA
Is this home?...Or just a pit stop?
(beat)
We go back to shifts. If he stays here
till night. We go in.

EXT. – BOMBED-OUT DISTRICT SCHOOL - LATER - DAY

THE AFGHANI TRACKER kneels down near the patch of ground where the strikeforce
took off from. Heading toward the caves.

He feels around the dry brush and dirt. Playing with the ground. It looks
like nothing special to you and me.

AFGHANI TRACKER
Seven Men. Heavily armed. Not more than
36 hours.
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WARLORD WAZIR
Which way did they go?

And the Tracker points off in the exact direction they went...

INT. - BIG CAVE - HIGH ABOVE ZHOB - LATER - DAY

Cobra and Hornet on watch as

A LARGE YELLOW SCORPION

further back in the cave silently makes its way up Lightning's leg. Fast
asleep, he shifts, twitches, waking.

Too late! The Scorpion strikes! Lightning MOANS.

CUT TO:

KYLE

waking as Hornet rushes over to Lightning. Kyle turns to Hanna.

ANOTHER LARGE YELLOW SCORPION

is resting on Hanna's shoulder. Staring Hanna in the face.

KYLE
Christ! What a mother! Don't move,
partner! Don't move!

Hanna just stares back. Motionless. Even a little nervous now. This is as
nervous as we'll ever see him.

KYLE (CONT'D)
Lucky for you...scorpion disposal is a
skill of any first-class outdoorsman.

HANNA
...Never seen one of these before...

KYLE
They're like me. They don't like East-
Coast cities much.

HANNA
...You kill one of these before?

Kyle searches around for a stick. Finds one.

KYLE
Used to go horsebackin' through Texas and
Arizona. Slept in a hundred caves.

HANNA
...And that's where you killed them?

Kyle moves the end of the stick directly behind the Scorpion’s tail. It's up
in striking position.
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KYLE
They got a blind spot right behind their
tail. If ya' come at 'em from there, you
can get 'em.

HANNA
And that's how you killed 'em? The ones
before.

Beat.

KYLE
...Most of 'em.

Hanna just looks at Kyle. What the hell does that mean?

With that, Kyle inches the stick behind the Scorpion...slowly...as in the b.g.,
Lightning MOANS AND CONVULSES.

And then with a quick flick, the Scorpion flies off Hanna, landing a few feet
beside him.

Striker is about to smash it with the butt of his MP5, but Hanna reaches out
and stops him in mid air.

STRIKER
(at Hanna)
Are you crazy?!

The Scorpion starts to scurry away. Hanna looks around quickly. Grabs his
TURKISH CIGARETTE TIN. Empties it. Follows the Scorpion, then strikes.
Bingo. Traps the Scorpion inside.

HANNA
...Might come in handy...

CUT TO:

LIGHTNING

sweating and convulsing. Dying. Surrounded by everyone now. Kyle turns to


Wizard, the medic.

KYLE
You got antidote?

Wizard motions to a small medical ampoule.

WIZARD
...I gave him Chrotalidae...

KYLE
That's for snakes.

Wizard looks almost in daze. Kind of shocked. Doesn't respond.


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KYLE
I said that ain't no good! That's for
snakes!

Lightning is dying in front of their eyes. Unpleasantly.

WIZARD
(shaking his head)
...It was an LPS...A goddamn LPS...

KYLE
What?! What the hell is that?!

MEDIC
We weren't even supposed to be in a
fucking cave...It was a goddamn LPS!

KYLE
What the hell is an LPS!

For the first time, Cobra chimes in.

COBRA
(coldly)
...Low Probability Scenario.

The words just hang in the air for a beat. Hanna motions to Lightning, who
twists in misery:

KYLE
Godamnit! Who's the mathlete that came up
with that?!

Cobra stares back at Kyle. And now Kyle knows who -- Cobra.

KYLE
(turns to Wizard)
He's sufferin’ for cryin’ out loud. He's
dyin’! Do something!

Lightning is in his last throes. Convulsing. Kyle moves over to try and help
him. But Lightning just freezes. Dead. Eyes open. It's:

THE FACE OF DEATH

and now it's staring right back at Kyle. Freezing Kyle in his tracks.

COBRA (O.S.)
Wizard. Hornet. Bury him. We resume
shifts.

Kyle doesn't move. His gaze locked on the face of death. And once again, fear
enters his eyes. An overwhelming sense of fear...

EXT. – ROCKY DESERT VALLEY - LATER - SAME DAY

Warlord Wazir and his Thirty Militia Men, lead by their Tracker, sweep on foot
through this valley, moving ominously along the path left by the Americans.
Wazir stops. Looks through his binoculars.
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WAZIR’S POV THROUGH BINOCULARS - UP AHEAD

The beginning of the narrow canyon. And the first sight of caves.

INT. - BIG CAVE - LATER - SAME DAY

Late afternoon. Hanna and Striker on watch. Absolute silence between them.
Hanna looks like he wants to say something. Doesn't. After a beat, Striker
checks his watch.

STRIKER
Go wake our relief.

Hanna gets up. Walks over to Kyle. Lies down right next to him.

HANNA
...You awake?

KYLE
Who the hell can sleep now?

HANNA
You're up for watch. I got an idea.

Kyle just rolls his eyes. Hanna begins to whisper to him. After a few
seconds, Kyle smiles.

KYLE
That's a good idea!

HANNA
Good. 'Cause you're doing it.

KYLE
Me?! It's your idea!

HANNA
It's just talking. You're good at it.

CUT TO:

KYLE AND HORNET ON WATCH

Both silent. The Red Tracking Dot is still on the same private house.
After a beat, Kyle turns to Hornet.

KYLE
One more hour. If he stays....then
tonight -- "Ghost" is ours.

Hornet looks at Kyle. Flat-out surprised. Doesn't say anything.

KYLE
Cobra briefed us. While you were asleep.
Figured it was safer we know. So we don't
get in the way.

Hornet looks at him. Unsure.


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KYLE
Only thing I can't figure is how you're
all are so sure Ghost is gonna show.
Here. Tonight.

HORNET
...He'll show.

KYLE
Yeah, but how do you know? Nobody can
know for sure. Nobody.

Hornet says nothing. Just smiles, confident.

KYLE
I don't buy it. You boys are not that
good. Are you?

HORNET
...Don't worry about it. We've had our
glitches. But this mission is still right
on track.

KYLE
And I didn't say it wasn't. All I'm sayin
is...how do ya know he's gonna show?
Tonight? That's all.

HORNET
...He's carrying a message.

KYLE
A message?

Beat.

HORNET
...An offer. With a deadline. Al-Khazar
makes a decision on it by tonight. Or it
no longer stands.

KYLE
Well who's it from?

HORNET
...The President. Relayed through a
series of Ambassadors. Only...
(smiles)
It's a decoy...

KYLE
A decoy...That's good. That's damn good.
You give the squirrel food. Then follow
it back to the nest. Impressive.
(beat)
But how do you know they're gonna meet
here? In this town?
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HORNET
CIA knows. HUMINT. Agents in the field.

KYLE
Only they don't know where exactly. Which
house. So we track him. Pinpoint it.

HORNET
...Something like that...

KYLE
Damn...that is sharp. That is a sharp
plan.
(beat)
What then?

Hornet doesn’t answer. And then suddenly, something else catches his
attention. A Red Mercedes slowly approaches the private house. He watches it.

HORNET
...Wake Cobra.

CUT TO:

COBRA AND HORNET - 30 SECONDS LATER

watching through their binoculars as FOUR ARAB MEN IN RED AL-KHAZAR KEFFIYEHS
get out of the Red Mercedes. Move toward the private house. Three are
bodyguards for the fourth, whose headdress covers his whole face -- except his
eyes.

HORNET
The middle one?

COBRA
Maybe. Maybe not. Time to find out.
Wake up the rest.

ON HANNA

off to the side. Already awake. He's been listening all the time.

EXT. - ROCKY CANYON TRAIL LEADING TO CAVES - DUSK

The Afghani Tracker leads Warlord Wazir and his Milita Men right to the opening
of the narrow cave. As the last rays of the sun disappear, they enter it.
Once again. Night is upon us.

CUT TO:

EXT. - BOTTOM OF RIDGE - NIGHT

COBRA, STRIKER, HORNET, WIZARD, HANNA, AND KYLE lie prone in the rocks at the
base of the ridge. One hundred yards from the town. An open field separates
them from the nearest building. The town streets are empty. No lights. No
electricity, except for the UNAMA compound.
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A lone UNAMA jeep patrols the streets with a wide, high beam searchlight which
sweeps randomly around, periodically crossing the field.

COBRA
This is the danger point. Too bad about
the cars. We could've gone in by day.

HANNA
-- Gimme two minutes--

--And he's crawling off into the brush--

COBRA
--Get the hell--

But it's too late. Cobra shakes his head. Aggravated.

COBRA
That's it --

--And he raises his silenced MP5. Aiming it at Hanna's disappearing image.--

COBRA (CONT'D)
-- I'm getting rid of this risk.--

--And he aims coolly, finger on the trigger now --

-- Striker pushes the barrel away. Shaking his head silently. Staring at
Cobra. Unsure about him for the first time. Cobra looks around. All are
looking at him like that.

CUT TO:

INT. - BIG CAVE - HIGH ABOVE ZHOB - NIGHT

Warlord Wazir and his Militia Men are here. The Tracker kneels down at the
ground. A flashlight illuminating what looks like just dirt. Nothing out of
the ordinary.

TRACKER
Now there are only six. One hour ahead.
Down towards Zhob. They must be inside it
by now.

WARLORD WAZIR
Good. Then they can be easily surrounded
and cut off.
(beat)
I think the time has come to make a
gesture of reconciliation towards our
Taliban friends. We will tell them where
the Americans are as a prize.

And he waives his radio man over.

CUT TO:
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EXT. - BRUSH AROUND THE VILLAGE - NIGHT

Hanna moves alone. Closer to the UNAMA jeep now. A beam sweeps towards him.
He ducks low, pressing into the ground. It passes him. He continues on. Far
from Kyle and the others now.

He stops. Takes out his Turkish cigarettes. Lights one, concealing it. Takes
a few puffs. Throws it into the brush. Throws another unlit cigarette nearby.
Then adds some toilet paper from the small, side pocket of his pants leg.

For a few moments there is nothing. Then the bush begins to catch fire.

CUT TO:

THE UNAMA JEEP

Its beam catches sight of the fire. The jeep moves towards it.

CUT TO:

THE AMERICAN COMMANDOS

COBRA
Outstanding. Now they'll know there's
intruders.

KYLE
Nah...Steve ain't that stupid.

STRIKER
Either way. Let's move.

Cobra just looks at Striker a beat. Who's giving the orders here? Then gets
ready to move.

CUT TO:

TWO SWEDISH UN SOLDIERS

who have now moved over to the area of the fire. Spraying it with their jeep's
fire extinguisher. It quickly goes out. One of them moves over to check it
out.

CUT TO:

THE COMMANDOS

darting one by one across the dark field. No searchlight beam now.

CUT TO:

ONE OF THE UN SOLDIERS

finds the half-burned toilet paper. Picks up the cigarette. Sees the Turkish
writing. Laughs.
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UNAMA SWEDE #1
It's okay. Just somebody taking a shit.

UNAMA SWEDE #2
Animals...

CUT TO:

HANNA

darting across the field. Joining up with the rest of the group.

EXT. - TWO-STORY HOUSE AT EDGE OF ZHOB

They've made it. The first building. Hearts are beating loudly now. All
else is silent. Cobra takes off around a corner -- the rest follow, one by one
-- five seconds apart -- Striker last.

FOLLOWING HANNA - ADVANCING BUILDING CORNER TO BUILDING CORNER

Only the commando ahead of him, Hornet, is in sight up at the next corner.
Just a black outline crouching in the murky darkness of night. The men further
ahead -- out of sight. The men behind -- out of sight.

Hornet moves on -- disappearing -- Hanna darts ahead to the corner where Hornet
just was -- now sees Hornet's murky figure again up at the next corner -- then
Hornet moves on again, disappearing -- Hanna advances on again to where Hornet
just was...

This is how a covert team moves. Follow the man ahead of you. Pray to God
he's still following the man ahead of him. Trust. Teamwork.

EXT. - WOODEN DOOR - MUD TWO-STORY BUILDING - NIGHT

One by one...the commandos dart out from the darkness of a building corner and
disappear into an open wooden door. Cobra crouches off to the side of the
door. Directing them in...

CUT TO:

INT. - ROOM IN MUD BUILDING

WE FOLLOW HANNA as he enters. It's a dark living room. Decorated Afghani


style. A candle is lit at the far corner, dancing shadows off the faces of the
men now inside. It's eerie and exciting.

Also in the room, we now see an AFGHANI WOMAN. She motions them to follow.
They move through another door.

CUT TO:

INT. SECOND ROOM - DARK

The room is very dark. A trap door in the floor seems to be open.
BLACK SHAPES descend down a ladder. All is silent.
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INT. SECRET BUNKER - DARK

The room below. Like a bomb shelter. No windows. Lit with generator lamps.
HIGH-TECH SURVEILLANCE EQUIPMENT set off into one wall. All the men and the
Afghani Woman are here now. Cobra turns to them:

COBRA
Alright. We initiate verification
procedure. If it's a match. We mobilize
SECOND TEAM for extraction.

Kyle just look at Hanna. Mouths: "Second-team?" Cobra now turns to Hanna and
Kyle.

COBRA
Everything is critical now. You do
everything I tell you. Exactly. Or you
two will ruin the greatest black ops
penetration our country has ever known.

INT. - SECRET BUNKER - LATER

The Afghani Woman, obviously an American agent of some kind, sits in front of
the surveillance equipment. Large headphones on. In front of her are wires, a
console with meters and digital indicators, and several monitors. All sound
related equipment.

The primary monitor shows a bar graph of phonetic characters versus frequency
modulation. At present, there is only one bar extending across it. The bar is
labelled "Ghost." It is constant. Unchanging.

HANNA sits at the battlefield computer. Watching the RED TRACKING DOT. It's
still on the same building. He doesn't look too happy. Feeling out of it.
Only he and the female agent are here.

WE PAN UP TO THE SECOND FLOOR OF THE HOUSE

It's pitch dark. A wire leads up through a drilled hole in the floor to -- the
satellite dish. Barely visible. Pointing out the window. Toward the sky...

WE CONTINUE PANNING UP TO THE ROOF OF THE HOUSE

COBRA, WIZARD AND KYLE are here. Lying prone. Low, low profile. Scanning out
with their night-vision binos towards a far roof top.

COBRA
That's building 47. I'll watch it. You
two scan for the UNAMA patrol. And for
anything that looks unnatural.

KYLE
Roger that...

Cobra just looks at Kyle. Shakes his head.

CUT TO:
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A SERIES OF BUILDING CORNERS

As STRIKER AND HORNET, make their way towards Building #47. Black shapes
moving silently. Leapfrogging. One passing the other.

CUT TO:

INT. - SECRET BUNKER

HANNA glances over at the woman. She glances at him. He wants to say
something. Can't get it out. She turns away. Finally:

HANNA
...Verify...

The woman looks back at him.

HANNA
Cobra said we initiate verification
procedure. What are we verifying?

AFGHANI WOMAN
If you don't know...then you're not
supposed to know.

Hey -- she's talking to him. Hanna goes with it.

HANNA
I was transferred...last minute. Didn't
get a full briefing.

She just looks at him. Not quite sure.

HANNA
...What d'you think?...I got here by
accident?

She looks at him again.

AFGHANI WOMAN
...Verify "Ghost" is in that building.
(beat)
We don’t know what he looks like, but we
think we know what he sounds like. From
his younger days. Before his accident.

HANNA
Accident?

AFGHANI WOMAN
A bomb he was constructing exploded in his
face. He was strong enough to survive.

CUT TO:
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EXT. - WALL OF A TWO-STORY HOUSE - BEHIND BUILDING #47

Striker and Hornet both launch white-cords with rubber grapple hooks up toward
the roof. Both hooks catch. The commandos begin to climb the face of the
wall.

CUT TO:

EXT. - ROOF OF BUILDING - NEXT TO BUILDING #47 - NIGHT

Striker and Hornet are now on top. Looking at the back of Building #47. TWO
GUARDS sit outside, watching. In a flash, A RED LASER BEAM hits each one
square in the heart. A millisecond later, a silenced bullet enters each one.
Nice work.

Hornet now withdraws a FOOT-LONG BLACK BATON from his shoulder bag. A clamp at
each end. He begins to extend it. Like a telescope. It goes out twenty-five
feet. A pole.

CUT TO:

STRIKER AND HORNET

moving hand over hand along the pole, which has been clamped between their roof
and the roof of building #47. A beat later -- they're across.

CUT TO:

EXT. - ROOF OF BUILDING #47

Striker and Hornet lower a single, thin black wire down each side of the
building.

CUT TO:

A FINGER-THIN LISTENING MIKE

at the end of one of the wires. Placed near a window.

CUT TO:

STRIKER AND HORNET

securing the top of the wires to a small radio antenna on the roof.

STRIKER (INTO HEADSET)


Cobra. Striker here. All secure.

COBRA (O.S.)
Roger. Fall back. Delilah? Did you
copy?

CUT TO:

INT. - SECRET ROOM

The woman, codename DELILAH, has activated the sound surveillance equipment.
The voices of the Arab men inside Building #47 are faintly audible now through
a console speaker. At the same time:
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NUMEROUS BAR GRAPHS

now register on the primary monitor. Each representing one of those men.
Flickering slightly, but generally maintaining their shape.

DELILAH (INTO HEADSET)


Roger Cobra. Initiating verification.

There are seven or eight bar graphs now. But none of them line up with the one
pre-marked "Ghost." Hanna watches her as she tries adjusting a few parameter
dials. Still no match.

CUT TO:

EXT. - ROOF OF DELILAH'S HOUSE

Cobra, Wizard and Kyle are here.

COBRA (INTO HEADSET)


Delilah. This is Cobra. Estimate time
for verification

DELILAH (O.S.)
Cobra. This is Delilah. He's not there.

COBRA (INTO HEADSET)


What!!
(beat)
Try again Delilah. Execute system check.

CUT TO:

EXT. - ROOF OF BUILDING #47

Striker and Hornet are listening silently.

DELILAH (O.S.)
System check executed. I'm receiving all
possible data from the target area. The
system is fine. He's just not there.

COBRA (O.S.)
That's impossible!

KYLE (O.S.)
Chalk another one up for the CIA.

COBRA (O.S)
Get off the network Calloway!

Now Striker and Hornet begin to hear NOISES. Coming from the front of the
building. The silently move over. Look down at:

THE FRONT DOOR

below. The three bodyguards and the man whose Al-Khazar Keffiyeh covers his
whole face except his eyes exit. Get in their car. Drive away towards the
edge of the town.
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A few seconds later, the bearded lieutenant of Al-Khazar exits, accompanied by
two bodyguards. He gets in his Peugot and follows in the direction of the
Mercedes. Heading out of town.

HANNA (O.S.)
Cobra. This is Hanna. Tracking Dot is on
the move.

COBRA (O.S.)
What?!

Striker chimes in:

STRIKER (INTO HEADSET)


Cobra. This is Striker. That's
affirmative. He just exited 47.
Traveling in a white Peugot.

And now we follow the car as it moves through town.

COBRA (O.S)
Direction?

HANNA (O.S)
Out of town.

COBRA (O.S.)
That's impossible.

KYLE (O.S)
Cobra. Kyle here.

COBRA (O.S.)
I said get off the network, Calloway!

KYLE (O.S)
Cobra. We got trouble. To the rear.

Beat. We barely hear him shift and look back:

COBRA (O.S.)
Taliban?! That's impossible.

KYLE (O.S.)
Say it again why don't ya.

CUT TO:

EXT. - ROOF OF DELILAH'S HOUSE

Kyle, Wizard and Cobra are watching as:

A CONVOY OF PICKUP TRUCKS AND CARS OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES

bearing Taliban soldiers fans out around the town in all directions. Some of
the vehicles have makeshift Taliban insignia or symbols painted on them.
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COBRA (INTO HEADSET)
Jesus!
(beat)
Striker. Hornet. Fall the hell back.

CUT TO:

EXT. - THE WHOLE TOWN

The Taliban are forming a giant ring. Cutting the town off. Soldiers dismount
from the pickup trucks and cars. Fan out.

ON ROOF OF DELILAH'S HOUSE

Cobra, Wizard, and Kyle watch as they are being surrounded.

KYLE
If you got a plan for retreatin'. I
believe this is the time to pull it out.

Cobra just looks at him. Says nothing. Thinking...

KYLE
What about Second-Team? Call 'em in.
Wherever they are.

COBRA
Against a brigade of 400 men?! That's not
what we're designed for. Too risky.

Cobra continues thinking for a beat. Silent.

KYLE
Well then what the hell do we do now?

COBRA
I'm thinking, goddamnit! Just shut up!

Wizard, Kyle just look at him. What's happening to their leader?

COBRA
(thinking)
...Airstrike...
(beat)
We call in an airstrike!

Wizard, Kyle look at each other. Airstrike? What is he, nuts?!

ON ROOF OF BUILDING #47

Striker and Hornet also look at each other. Airstrike?! What's he gone,
nuts?!

IN THE SECRET BUNKER

Hanna and Delilah look at each other. Airstrike?! What's he gone, nuts?!
Hanna turns to the map of the town. Realizes something.
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HANNA (INTO HEADSET)


...I got a better idea.

KYLE (O.S.)
I'm in.

ON ROOF OF BUILDING #47

Striker and Hornet look around. They're completely outnumbered and surrounded.
Look at each other. Beat. Then:

STRIKER (INTO HEADSET)


...Okay. What you got for us, Hanna?

ON ROOF OF DELILAH'S BUILDING

Cobra listens as his command begins to dwindle away.

COBRA (INTO HEADSET)


Goddamnit! I am in command here!

IN THE SECRET BUNKER

Hanna stares at the battlefield computer monitor. The RED TRACKING DOT has
left the bounds of the town. He eyes the UNAMA building complex.

HANNA (INTO HEADSET)


...The UNAMA complex. Can you make it?

STRIKER (O.S.)
Maybe. What's your plan?

HANNA
Get in. Get a vehicle. Slip out.

Beat.

STRIKER (O.S.)
Cobra. This is Striker. Unama looks
good. Acknowledge?

COBRA (O.S.)
Goddamnit, Striker! When I say airstrike!
I mean an airstrike!

ON ROOF OF BUILDING #47.

Striker and Hornet exchange a glance. Time to decide.

STRIKER
Fuck it. I never liked him anyway...
(into headset)
Hanna. This is Striker. UNAMA looks
good. Two-Nine-Nine-Alpha. Rendezvous at
Southeast corner.
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COBRA (O.S.)
Two-Nine-Nine-Alpha! Belay that order! I
am in command here! Acknowledge!

No one acknowledges.

ON ROOF OF DELILAH'S HOUSE

COBRA
That's it! I'm gonna kill him!
(to Wizard, Kyle)
You two stay put!

And he heads inside.

CUT TO:

INT. - SECRET BUNKER

Hanna looks at the computer screen. The RED TRACKING DOT no longer shows on
the town blueprint. Hanna glances at the GLOBAL COORDINATE INDICATOR. The
relay box that plugs into the battlefield computer.

It's still showing longitude and latitude readouts. Changing continuously.


Still tracking Ghost’s Lieutenant even though we no longer see him on the
computer map.

Hanna notices the relay's small antenna. Maybe it's remote? Pulls it out of
the computer. It still works. It is remote. Puts it in his belt.

HANNA (INTO HEADSET)


Kyle. Meet me in the back. Cobra.
Wizard. You're both invited.
(to Delilah)
...You coming, sister?

Delilah gives him a strange look. Smiles. Shakes her head.

DELILAH
...I have my own way out.

Hanna nods. Looks at her an extra beat. Strange. But fuck it. No time. He
looks around. Grabs some grenades. Ammo. Exits.

And now Delilah does something very mysterious. She waits a second to see that
he's gone. Then gets on the radio. She speaks in Arabic.

DELILAH
(subtitled)
Ghost...this is Spirit. There are only
six. But they might make it.

INT. - FIRST FLOOR ROOM ABOVE SECRET ROOM

Hanna climbs up into the darkness.

BAM! -- a karate fist hits him square on -- BAM! -- another one -- it's Cobra -
- Hanna drop his MP5 -- Cobra swings around -- backward Karate kick -- Whack! -
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- Hanna takes it on the side of the face -- hits the floor -- bleeding from a
cut now.

Cobra moves toward him -- readying a kick -- Hanna rolls -- kick misses --
Hanna grabs Cobra's leg -- Cobra falls -- Hanna punches him -- fast -- one-two-
three -- then gets up -- but Cobra rolls backwards and onto his feet -- a
martial artist against a streetfighter.

They square off -- Cobra tries another swing kick -- but Hanna's lightning fast
-- ducks -- then moves in like a boxer -- Uppercut! Uppercut! Jab!
Ribbreaker! Uppercut! Punishment.

Cobra falls to the ground. Looks up at Hanna, holding his chin. Bleeding
also. Just laughs.

COBRA
Not bad. Not bad. Where d'you learn to
hit like that?

HANNA
Harvard.

And then in a flash, Cobra's on his feet. Squaring off again.

HANNA
...No time for this. Why don't you come
along? We can still make it.

COBRA
Make it? You don't understand.
(laughs)
This is it for you, Corporal.

And then Cobra swing kicks again -- connects -- Hanna reels back -- Cobra
moves in -- strikes like a Cobra -- karate fist to the gut! -- karate fist to
the face! -- karate fist to the gut! --

-- And then another swing kick -- only Hanna side-steps and lands the quickest
punch you ever saw -- Stops Cobra in his tracks cold. Cobra teeters for a
second. Then falls. Knockout.

Hanna looks around. Grabs the M203 and Grenade Bag. Glances back at Cobra,
who is still seeing stars.

HANNA
...You had your chance.

And Hanna takes off.

EXT. BACK OF DELILAH'S HOUSE

Hanna comes out. Kyle sees he's bleeding.

KYLE
...Cobra?

HANNA
...He's lost it. Where's Wizard?
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KYLE
Damn fool. The boy still believes in
authority.

Hanna and Kyle take off into the shadows between the nearby buildings.

CUT TO:

THE TALIBAN SOLDIERS

Swarming the town streets now. Patrolling.

CUT TO:

STRIKER AND HORNET

making their way through alleys. Taliban all around. Suddenly FOUR TALIBAN
SOLDIERS appear from the side. Striker and Hornet react fast. RED LASER
PULSES followed by four silenced bullets in quick succession. Four Dead
Taliban Soldiers.

They continue on...the UNAMA complex up ahead.


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HANNA AND KYLE

dart through alleys in a different part of town. Hugging the shadows of


buildings. Suddenly:

Three Taliban soldiers turn the corner up ahead. Open fire. Hanna and Kyle
dart into an alley.

THREE MORE TALIBAN SOLDIERS appear behind them. Cutting them off.

Hanna shoots a nearby door in. It opens into the first floor of a house. He
pulls Kyle--

INSIDE

It's a living room. Dark now. Hanna and Kyle head for the stairs.
Reach the second floor. Hanna looks in one room. AN AFGHANI MOTHER and TWO
KIDS cower in the corner. Kyle checks the next. HER HUSBAND is frantically
gathering his money. Sees Kyle. Offers it to him.

DOWNSTAIRS

The Six Taliban Soldiers enter. Three head for the stairs.

UPSTAIRS

Hanna and Kyle enter a third room. A few bags of spice. A coiled rope. A
ladder going up. Hanna grabs the rope.

KYLE
What's that for?

HANNA
...Don't know yet.
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Hanna turns to the ladder. Climbs up. Kyle follows. They reach

A SMALL THIRD FLOOR

Pull the ladder up after them. The Taliban Soldiers look up and see nothing.
Hanna and Kyle, safe for a moment, look around:

The third floor is only partially complete. Hanna takes the ladder. Throws it
across to a neighboring roof. Like a bridge. A thin one. Thirty feet up.
They look at it. Scary.

HANNA
Ready?

KYLE
No.

And Hanna's off. Sprinting across the ladder. Using the rungs as steps. Kyle
just shakes his head. Then takes off after him.

A Taliban Soldier exits the building below. FIRES up at Kyle as he crosses the
ladder. EHEHEHEHEH!!!!! Making him dance.

KYLE
Ahhhhhh!!!!!!

Kyle leaps the last five feet. Scared out of his mind. They reach the roof of
the nearest building. Continue on. Dashing across the rooftops, outlined
against the YELLOW LIGHT of the night FLARES.

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INT. SECOND FLOOR ROOM - DELILAH'S HOUSE

Cobra and Wizard are here now with the satellite dish and a radio. Cobra's
talking into the radio. He has a crazed look about him. His face dripping
blood:

COBRA
Zero-Alpha-Bravo! This is Two-Niner-
Niner-Alpha! I want a fireball! Repeat
fireball! Grid Fiver-Six! Sector Two-
Four! Coordinates Four-Fiver-Six-Three-
Seven-Niner! Fireball! Fire-for-Effect!
Over!

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EXT. – BAGRAM AIR FORCE BASE - AFGHANISTAN

The main US Air force base in Afghanistan. Busy throughout the night. Super:

"US Air Force Base


Bagram, Afghanistan”

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INT. COMBAT INFORMATION CENTER - BAGRAM

A radio operator is at one of the many lighted consoles. He turns to the


CAPTAIN on duty.

RADIO MAN
Sir! I got somebody down in the Southwest
grids calling in for a napalm strike!?

CAPTAIN
Napalm!? Gimme that!

And the Captain takes the mike.

CAPTAIN
Listen, you joker! Get the hell off this
operational frequency before I reach into
this mike and pull out your balls!

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INT. - SECOND FLOOR - DELILAH'S HOUSE

Cobra kicks the radio in frustration. Turns to Wizard, whose beginning to


realize he made a bad mistake.

COBRA
I go down! They go down!

And then suddenly there's a BANG! Someone has busted down the front door
below. FOOTSTEPS are heard running all over. BOOTS coming up the stairs.
Cobra, Wizard grab their MP5s.

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INT. - SECRET BUNKER - DELILAH'S HOUSE

Delilah is storing away the surveillance equipment. Suddenly, she too hears
the FOOTSTEPS. Looks around quickly. Realizes its too late. She's gonna be
caught. She takes out a knife from her belt. Turns it and holds it at
herself.

DELILAH
...For the righteousness of my cause.

And she slams the knife into her stomach.

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INT. - SECOND FLOOR ROOM - DELILAH'S HOUSE

Soldiers burst in. Cobra and Wizard FIRE. EHEHEHEHEH!!!! Fully automatic.
Kill the first Eleven soldiers who enter.

Then CLICK. CLICK.

Their magazines are empty. And in a flash, they are surrounded by more Taliban
Soldiers. Who now shoot them in the legs.
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INT. - SECRET ROOM - DELILAH'S HOUSE

Taliban Soldiers enter. After a beat, the local Taliban Commander enters. He
looks like an Afghan version of Che Guevara. A religious student in his late
30s.

And now more FOOTSTEPS are heard. More soldiers enter. Carrying Cobra and
Wizard. The local Taliban Commander smiles.

LOCAL TALIBAN COMMANDER


Good. Our first two Americans. Now, let
us find out where his friends are?

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EXT. - THE WHOLE TOWN

FLARES fly into the sky continuously, illuminating the town in a yellow glare.

CUT TO:

EXT. - THE UNAMA COMPLEX

The UNAMA soldiers have been mustered. A UNAMA jeep and ARMORED PERSONNEL
CARRIER leave the vehicle pool. UNAMA soldiers man positions.

CUT TO:

INT. - SECOND FLOOR ROOM - BUILDING ACROSS FROM UNAMA COMPLEX

Hornet and Striker have made it up here. Looking right across at the UNAMA
complex. Twenty feet away at its closest point. A UNAMA guard walks by the
near wall. They duck. He passes.

STRIKER
Hanna. This is Striker. We're at the
southeast corner of the complex. What's
your sitrep?
CUT TO:

EXT. - ROOF OF ANOTHER BUILDING ACROSS FROM UNAMA COMPLEX

Hanna and Kyle are lying prone. Looking at the UNAMA complex. About 25 feet
away at its closest point. The complex is alive. Guards every corner. Every
wall.

HANNA (INTO HEADSET)


Southeast corner was cutoff. We're at the
Northeast corner.

STRIKER (OVER HEADSET)


Roger. Send me an IR flash.

Hanna dons his night-vision goggles. Pushes a button on the side three times.
Nothing seems to happen.

STRIKER (OVER HEADSET)


Roger. I'm pulsing you back.
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HANNA'S POV THROUGH GOGGLES - AT NEXT CORNER OF UNAMA COMPLEX

A bright greenish light pulses three times from a building across from the
southeast corner of the complex. In a straight line of sight directly 100
yards from this position. That's where Striker and Hornet are.

STRIKER (OVER HEADSET)


Roger. Listen up. Hornet and I are going
in. Through the windows. We'll get a
vehicle. Pick you up. Do not change
location. End.

Kyle turns to Hanna:

KYLE
Ya' know, there's another option, partner.

HANNA
What's that?

KYLE
Give up.

HANNA
...Never...

KYLE
I mean to UNAMA. They might be able to
protect us.

Hanna looks down at the GLOBAL COORDINATE INDICATOR relay on his belt. It shows
a single constant set of latitude/longitude coordinates now:

"33.45.73W/36.48.69N"

HANNA
...We can still find "GHOST." Maybe.

KYLE
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. C'mon,
partner -- I mean you know me, I'm always
in for a little adventure. Hell, that's
why I joined up. But people are gettin'
killed here!

HANNA
And?

KYLE
And dyin' in a blaze of glory don't look
so adventurous no more.

HANNA
...Whoever said it was...
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KYLE
The point is...there ain't no guarantee
that you and me both are gonna come outta
this alive.

HANNA
...No...there ain't.

KYLE
Now why'd you have to say that?! You
supposed to say "Sure there is." Boost up
my confidence. Gimme that little extra
push.

HANNA
(flat)
Sure there is. We'll both make it out
alive.

KYLE
Yeah...but what if we don't?

HANNA
Shut Up!!!

Kyle just looks at him a second. Silent.

KYLE
...That works.

Hanna studies the UNAMA complex. A GENERATOR SHACK lies right inside the wall.
Opposite them. He also notices that one of the nearby UNAMA complex windows
is dark. No one inside. Hmmmm?

HANNA (INTO HEADSET)


Striker. This is Hanna. Wait...
(beat)
I'll take out the generator.

ON STRIKER AND HORNET - OPPOSITE SOUTHEAST CORNER OF UNAMA COMPLEX

They're in the second-story room. WHITE CORDS already secured by grapple onto
the roof of the UNAMA complex. The two about to swing across into the nearest
window. Now they hold back.

STRIKER
Roger, Hanna. Give us darkness.

BACK ON HANNA AND KYLE

lying prone on the roof. Opposite their corner of the UNAMA complex.
Hanna eyes the nearby dark window. Then turns to Kyle.

HANNA
Lasso...can you tie one?

Kyle just looks at him. Then at the window. Realizes Hanna wants to try and
swing across also.
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KYLE
C'mon! We ain't' trained for that!

HANNA
...How hard can it be?...

KYLE
Not easy!

HANNA
...You wanna count on them. Or you got
another idea?

KYLE
Yeah. Give up. To the UN. What's so bad
about that?

Hanna looks at him frustrated. Grabs the rope. Starts tying a basic loop.
He's not doing too good.

KYLE
(reluctantly)
Gimme that...

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A BONAFIDE LASSO

catches on a gun mount stub on the roof of the UNAMA complex. Constricts
around it. Nice throw, Kyle.
CUT TO:

HANNA

popping a grenade into the M203 Grenade Launcher. THUMP!! It flies through
the air. Hits the generator shack. BOOM!!! A FIREBALL of an explosion. The
whole UNAMA complex goes dark.

CUT TO:

STRIKER AND HORNET

swinging across from their building using the two white cords.

CUT TO:

HANNA AND KYLE

swinging across from their building using the same rope.

CUT TO:

STRIKER AND HORNET

crashing through a window into a room. Landing upright. In control.

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HANNA AND KYLE

crashing through their window. All out of control. Slamming into tables,
knocking over shelves, and ending sprawled across the floor.

Hanna feels his shoulder. Winces. Blood. Looks around. It's a storage room.
Kyle just lies there for a second. Shakes his head.

CUT TO:

HANNA

checking the cabinets. The first one has all types of games in it. Monopoly.
Scrabble. Solitaire. You got time to kill. Your game is here. He opens the
second one. All toilet paper. He opens the third one. Bingo. UNAMA
UNIFORMS. Complete with PATCH OF SWEDISH FLAG on the shoulder. He smirks.

HANNA
Striker. We're in. Northeast corner
room.

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INT. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY - UNAMA COMPLEX

It's dark here. No electricity now remember. Shapes move back and forth.
Confusion. Shouting. TWO BLACK SHAPES speed by, silently.

STRIKER (INTO HEADSET)


Goddamnit, Hanna! We're on our way.

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INT. STORAGE ROOM

Striker and Hornet burst in. Hanna throws them both a UNAMA uniform. Striker
just shakes his head. Who is this guy?

INT. STORAGE ROOM - A MINUTE LATER

Hanna, Striker, and Hornet have changed into their UNAMA uniforms. Kyle is
having a little trouble with his. It's too small.

The door opens. A UNAMA Soldier enters. Spots Kyle first. Freezes. Kyle,
pants still halfway down, lands him the punch of the century. The UNAMA
Soldier drops. The other three look at Kyle. Amazed at that punch.

KYLE
What?! He looked at me funny! You know --
while I'm dressin'.

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INT. VEHICLE POOL - UNAMA COMPLEX

A LONE UNAMA SOLDIER guards an APC. Another, extremely big UNAMA soldier
approaches him now. It's Kyle. He punches the guard once. Wow! Lights out.
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HANNA, STRIKER, HORNET watch from off to the side. Marveling at the punch.
Then move towards the APC. Climbing in it.

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INT. - UNAMA APC

Designed for eight. So it's pretty comfortable. Everyone looks at the


driver's seat. Beat.

STRIKER
We don't know APC's. They're for straight
infantry.
(motioning to Hornet as well)

Hanna glances at Kyle.

KYLE
Sure. Sure. Me. Always me.

Kyle climbs in to the driver's seat. Powers up the electricity. Then pushes
the start button. No keys in an APC, gentlemen. It starts.
Hanna and Striker both look at the commander's pod.

STRIKER
...Don't push it, Hanna.

Striker climbs up into it.

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EXT. - MAIN GATE OF UNAMA COMPLEX

The APC drives up. Striker, wearing an APC commander's helmet now, salutes the
two guards. He easily looks UNAMA. They wave him on.

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INT. SECRET BUNKER - DELILAH'S HOUSE

Taliban Soldiers, directed by the Taliban Commander, are beating the pulp out
of Cobra. His face swollen now. Blood everywhere. Wizard lies off in the
background. Beaten unconscious.

TALIBAN COMMANDER
Where are they?! Where are the others?!

Cobra says nothing. Taliban soldiers pound him again with a rifle butt. BAM!
BAM! Cobra remains silent. Barely hanging on. More rifle butts. BAM! BAM!
The Taliban Commander turns to one of his Sergeants.

TALIBAN COMMANDER
Continue until he talks. Then report
back.

The Taliban Commander exits out a door. The Taliban Sergeant, a real hardass,
turns back and scowls at Cobra. Cobra's at the end of his rope. Slowly now...
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COBRA
(to the Taliban Sergeant)
...Okay...okay...I'll...show...you...

And he crawls towards the battlefield computer.


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THE BATTLEFIELD COMPUTER

powered up. The digital security codes begin counting down. Cobra just lies
back now. A final smile on his face. The Taliban Sergeant sees this. Why is
he smiling? And then the Taliban Sergeant realizes why. Starts to panic...

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EXT. - TALIBAN CHECKPOINT - EDGE OF TOWN

The same exit out of town the Red Mercedes and White Peugot took earlier.

Now, the UNAMA APC pulls up. Taliban Soldiers approach Striker. Say something
to him in Pashto. He just nods. They say it again. He cracks a smile. They
charge their AK-47's. Shout at him now. Trouble.

And then BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!

The biggest, baddest, meanest explosion of the night. Striker and the Taliban
Soldiers look back. Delilah's house is a GIANT FIREBALL. Flames in the night
sky. That was the battlefield computer.

INSIDE THE APC TROOP COMPARTMENT

Hanna feels the explosion. Checks the GLOBAL COORDINATE INDICATOR relay. It
still shows the same coordinates as before:

"33.45.73W/36.48.69N"

And then a split second later, all the numbers fade out...
Quickly. He jots these last long/lat coordinates down in his green book. At
the same time, we hear:

STRIKER (O.S)
Kyle! Hit the gas!

CUT TO:

THE APC

gunning it. Taking off into the darkness surrounding the town. It gets fifty
feet before the TALIBAN SOLDIERS manage to open fire. Too late. Their bullets
ricochet off the APC's armor as it speeds away...disappearing into the night...

Hanna, Kyle, Striker, and Hornet have escaped.

EXT. - DARK VALLEY - NIGHT

The APC speeds along the road like a silent white ghost, passing through this
dark, empty valley. Further up ahead, at the farthest range of vision, the
road ascends up towards a high pass.
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KYLE (O.S.)
Where we going?

STRIKER
Straight.

KYLE (O.S.)
Could ya be a little bit more specific.

STRIKER
Straight until I think of what next.

INT. APC TROOP COMPARTMENT - AS IT MOVES

Bumpy ride. Hanna looks around. Opens a few of the interior cabin supply
containers. Some flashlights here. A few grenades. Ammunition. Candy bar
wrappers. And -- A MAP. He unfolds it.

It's a UNAMA map of the area. In Swedish, but with the alphanumeric system of
latitudes and longitudes. That's worldwide.

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HANNA'S GREEN BOOK

open to the page with the coordinates.

Hanna checks them. Then studies the map. Puts his finger on Zhob. Moves it
onto the road they're travelling on. Follows it as it continues north, through
a pass...into another large valley.

Here his finger leaves the road, following the latitudes and longitudes until
it reaches the exact spot on the map corresponding to the coordinates in his
book.

The terrain elevation lines at this spot are bunched together. Lots of them.
Shaped in concentric circles. This is a very high hill. Empty. No markings
of any kind on it. Hmmmm? Interesting.

HANNA
We go north. On this road. Through the
pass on the next ridge...

STRIKER (O.S.)
You're not in command here, Hanna.

HANNA
...You still want "Ghost"...that's where
we look.

STRIKER (O.S.)
...How do you know?

HANNA
...Trust me.

Striker looks down from the commander's pod. Sees Hanna has a map. Sees the
coordinates scribbled in Hanna's green book.
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STRIKER
...Pass them up.

Hanna just stares back at Striker a beat.

STRIKER
Now..

Hanna, thinks a beat. Passes them up anyway.

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EXT. DARK VALLEY - NIGHT

The white APC speeds along the lone road.

STRIKER (V.O.)
How'd you get these coordinates?

HANNA (V.O.)
...Satellite relay. Kept tracking till
there. Then stopped.

STRIKER (V.O.)
...What if it's just a pit-stop?

HANNA (V.O.)
...What if it's not?

Beat.

STRIKER (V.O.)
Alright. If "Ghost" is there. Then we
can use the APC radio -- call in Second
Team -- after we recon the hill.

EXT. - OPEN SQUARE - STREET LEVEL - TOWN OF ZHOB

An old Russian-made HIND ATTACK HELICOPTER lands between FOUR RED FLARES that
form the burning corners of a make-shift landing area. In the cockpit, A
RUSSIAN MERCENARY PILOT.

A TALIBAN JUNIOR OFFICER rushes out through the whirling dust toward the
Taliban Commander, who has been waiting for the helicopter.

TALIBAN JUNIOR OFFICER


I have brought the Russian Mercenary dog
as instructed. He has already been paid.

TALIBAN COMMANDER
Unfortunately, there was no choice. His
piloting skills are required.

TALIBAN JUNIOR OFFICER


The Americans have been located?
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TALIBAN COMMANDER
A UNAMA APC broke out of the checkpoint.
The Swedes say it was stolen. Their guard
hit in the face with an extremely large,
blunt weapon. Perhaps handmade.

TALIBAN JUNIOR OFFICER


The APC? Which way did it go?

TALIBAN COMMANDER
North. Along the Khalde road. We will
find them by air.

INT. - UNAMA APC - AS IT CONTINUES NORTH ALONG THE ROAD - NIGHT

Striker finishes studying the UNANA map. Glances over Hanna's green book.
Kind of intrigued now. What is this?

He starts to flip through it. It's just pages and pages of scribbled
words...with definitions. A homemade dictionary. Pages and pages. No logic in
the word order.

Suddenly, Hanna's VOICE breaks the silence:

HANNA (O.S.)
...Give it back...

Striker looks down into the interior compartment. Hanna is looking up at him.
As serious as we've ever seen him.

HANNA
...I'll take it back now...

Striker hesitates a beat. Hands it back. The two stare at each other. Hanna
speaks, breaking the tension:

HANNA
...A man's gotta educate himself.
(beat)
Understand what goes on around him...

And Striker begins to realize he has truly underestimated this man.

EXT. - THE NIGHT SKY

The old Russian Hind Attack Helicopter flies north through the night, following
the road. As it passes close, we catch sight of its missiles. Four on each
side. Dangerous and deadly.

EXT. - PASS THROUGH ROCKY RIDGE

The UNAMA APC reaches the pass. High up. Slows. Pulling off to the side of
the road at the first chance.

STRIKER (V.O.)
Alright, Hanna. Observe and report.
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Hanna gets out the APC. Climbs up a 30 foot rise which leads to the highest
point of this ridge. He gets there. Looks through his night-vision
binoculars.

HANNA'S POV - THROUGH NV-BINOCULARS - PANORAMA AHEAD

A series of small ridges and valleys. All fluorescent green. Not very clear.
Somewhere out there...looms the high hill.

CLICK.

Now everything is magnified. Seeming closer. Darker green. Still a lot of


fuzziness here. He scans around...a ridge...another ridge...the side of a
hill. He moves up to its peak. It's high. The edge of a cliff really.
There's nothing there. It's fuzzy. Or is that something? A dark structure of
some kind at the top? No? Yes? Maybe.

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THE APC

Kyle climbs out the driver's hatch.

STRIKER
Where d'you think you're going?

KYLE
Pick daisies...

STRIKER
Get back in.

Kyle ignores Striker. Jumps to the ground. Walks over to the side of the
road. Getting ready to take a leak.

CUT TO:

HANNA

up at his observation point. Still scanning the far hill. A FAINT BUZZING
NOISE slowly becomes audible. Hanna looks around...

Then realizes what it is. Quickly, darts back down towards the road.

CUT TO:

INT. - HIND ATTACK HELICOPTER - NIGHT SKY

Flying furiously through the blackness around it. Following the road below.
About to reach the pass up ahead. The white dot of the APC is just barely
discernable now.

TALIBAN COMMANDER
Ha-ha! Pilot. Go in for a closer look.

The Russian Mercenary Pilot pushes his stick forward. Powers up the missile
aiming system. It looks like any other high-tech cockpit in here, only most of
the readouts are in Cyrilic. Now he flips a switch to arm the missiles.
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EXT. - THE APC

Now even Striker hears something. Takes his APC helmet off. Really hears it
now! Instinctively looks back. Sees the Hind diving down at them. Screaming
through the wind.

STRIKER
Oh...Shit!

ON KYLE

still off to the side of the road. Taking his leak. Now he sees and hears it
too.

KYLE
Oh...Shit!

And he zips up his pants and dives to the ground...

INSIDE THE HIND ATTACK HELICOPTER

We're diving down at the road at a steep angle. An attack run.

TALIBAN COMMANDER
Fire On Target. Destroy that APC!

The pilot pushes the "FIRE" button.

WHOOOOSH! A MISSILE takes off from the helicopter's left missile pod.
Screaming down towards the APC at 7000mph. Ever been under a helicopter
missile attack? Great way to lose weight fast.

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STRIKER AND HORNET

trying to scramble out of the commander's pod. But the missile is upon them.

A DEAFENING NOISE.
A MASSIVE SHOCK WAVE.
A BLINDING LIGHT
A GIANT EXPLOSION.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!

The APC is blown apart into a thousand burning, disintegrating pieces.


Striker's body is shot through the air. A beat later, more explosions from the
weapons and the ammunition that were inside.

CUT TO:

HANNA

running. Half way down from his observation point. Watching in shock.

CUT TO:
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KYLE

prone on the ground. Caked in black dirt. He looks up. Burning debris all
around him. But he is alive.

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INT. - HELICOPTER

The Taliban Commander surveys the wreckage of the APC. A direct hit.

TALIBAN COMMANDER
Excellent. For once, Russian, you are
worth your price.
(beat)
Now let’s return to Zhob. I will send a
crew to pick up the pieces.

And the helicopter whirls around and takes off...

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EXT. THE PASS - A MINUTE LATER

Hanna bends down, checking the burned, blackened remains of Hornet. He is most
definitely dead. He then walks over to Kyle, who is kneeling beside Striker's
body. Striker's eyes are open. In shock.

KYLE
I think his back's broken. But he's
alive.

Hanna looks at Striker for a beat. He looks like a helpless baby now.

HANNA
...Can you haul him?

Kyle nods. Now Hanna looks around at the wreckage. Just about everything is
burned and destroyed. Nothing to salvage here. Then he sees in the distance -
- A chain of headlights approaching. The road crew.

CUT TO:

HANNA

collecting all their coded dogtags. Then spreading them through the wreckage.
Satisfied, he and Kyle head off.

CUT TO:

HANNA AND KYLE

moving away from the pass. Hanna with only his MP5 and Night-Vision
Binoculars. Kyle with only his MP5. Striker's body slumped over his shoulder.

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EXT. THE PASS - A FEW MINUTES LATER

The Taliban crew is now here. A Soldier shows a burned set of dogtags to his
officer. They're all coded. Just numbers on them.

SERGEANT
Here is the fourth. But there is only one
body.

OFFICER
What do you expect, idiot! It was a
missile! Lucky that we even found one.
Now c'mon, finish the clean up. Fatima
the belly dancer is at the base tonight.
I think we can still make it.

EXT. ROCKY RIDGE - NIGHT

Hanna and Kyle make their way further along the side of the ridge. Far from
the pass now. They reach another series of caves. Look at each other. Both
reluctant. But they go in, anyway.

KYLE (O.S.)
What now?

HANNA (O.S.)
Take shifts. Watch the hill. It'll be
day soon. Then we'll see what's out
there.

EXT. MOUTH OF CAVE - DAWN

It passes from darkness to daylight. From inside, we hear:

KYLE (O.S.)
...Sweet Adeline...
(beat)
Hey partner, take a look.

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INT. THE CAVE - DAY

Kyle is looking out. Hanna crawls up. Kyle hands him the binoculars.

HANNA'S POV - THE HIGH HILL

Perched on top of it, looming over the surrounding area, are

THE RUINS OF A 19TH CENTURY BRITISH FORT

It looks uninhabited. Weather-beaten. Decayed. And yet still standing as a


glorious testament to the past.

KYLE
What the hell is it?
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HANNA
...Fort. British fort.
(smirks)
Yeah......that's where I'd hide.

KYLE
British?!

HANNA
...They tried to conquer Afghanistan. And
failed.

Kyle looks at him. Beat.

KYLE
Sure -- add a few more dark clouds to the
horizon, why don't ya?

INT. CAVE - A MINUTE LATER

Hanna and Kyle kneel next to Striker, who lies motionless in the rear of the
cave. His eyes are open. Moving around now.

HANNA
...Striker.

Striker's eyes look up at Hanna with a fuzzy glare.

KYLE
...It's us. Hanna and Kyle.

STRIKER
...Where...are we?...

KYLE
Another stinkin' cave.

HANNA
(to Striker)
"Ghost." What were you gonna do to him?
What was the objective?

Striker looks at Hanna a beat. Thinking. Should he tell? Realizes he's too
tired to fight now.

STRIKER
...Dead or Alive...

Hanna looks down at Striker. Then at the British Fort looming in the distance.
Kyle watches Hanna. Nervous. What's on his mind now?

KYLE
Well, hell...it was a good try, anyway.

HANNA
...Nope...
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KYLE
Nope? Whaddya mean 'nope'? What the hell
does 'nope' mean?

HANNA
Means it's not over. C'mon. Let's go...

KYLE
Where?

HANNA
(motioning to fort)
...Up there.

KYLE
What?! What if they're still in there?

HANNA
Then we take Ghost. And bring him out.

KYLE
Bring him out?! And whose gonna bring us
out?! Not that we'll be alive!

HANNA
...Second Team.
(looking at fort)
...There's gotta be a radio in there
somewhere...

Kyle just looks at Hanna. He's serious.

KYLE
Uh-uh. No way, partner! Uh-uh! That's
crazy! That's suicide!

HANNA
...Maybe not.

KYLE
Maybe yes.

HANNA
...We can do it.

KYLE
No we can't. There could be fifty of 'em
in there. We'll just get killed.

HANNA
...We can do it.

KYLE
What the hell is it with you? Always
pushin'.

Hanna looks out at the fort:


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HANNA
...We can do it...

KYLE
Would ya stop sayin that! No we can't!
We ain't no superduper paratroopers!
Understand! No matter how much you want
to think it! We ain't! We're just
average Joes, understand! Average Joes!
And up until now...we been lucky! Let's
not push it!

Hanna looks at him silently.

Beat.

HANNA
...I'm not average.

KYLE
What?

And now Hanna gets in his face.

HANNA (CONT'D)
--Thirty two years...I been at the
bottom...the nobody...the scum on the
street...

KYLE
--Accordin to who?—

HANNA
--Everyone.
(beat)
...The system...

KYLE
Not accordin' to me.

Hanna keeps talking, as though almost to himself. Ignoring Kyle's last


comment:

HANNA
Well, I’m no scum.
(beat)
I'm as good as any man.
(beat)
And I am capable of doing something
honorable. Something...great.
(looks out to fort)
And that's what I'm gonna do.

Beat.

Kyle just looks at him.


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KYLE
So...your gonna march right over there and
take on a whole damn terrorist outfit just
to prove to everyone! -- to the system! --
that they ain't right about you!

Beat.

KYLE (CONT'D)
...Or is it that deep down inside...you
got to prove that to yourself?...

Hanna looks back at Kyle suddenly. A coldness in his eyes. The hidden truth
unveiled.

Then, he gets up. Walks over to his MP5. Checks the magazine. Not looking at
Kyle.

HANNA
What ever happened to that free spirit?
To roaming the lands? No laws...

KYLE
This ain't the Wild West, partner.

Hanna looks out at the British fort. The rocky ridge. The open valley. The
glaring sun.

HANNA
No...
(beat)
It's the Wild East. And still here you
are. Just a man. A gun. And his
conscience.

Beat.

KYLE
Maybe all that just sounded a lot better
than it really is.

HANNA
...Or maybe you're just not the man you
thought you were.

Kyle looks back at him. Their eyes lock.

KYLE
...Maybe not.

Silence.

Hanna turns his attention to his equipment. Loads his belt with his three
remaining magazines. He moves over to Striker.

HANNA
Striker...
(beat)
Second Team. How do I call them?
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STRIKER
(thinks a beat)
...67-35...That's your frequency...call
Tranquility base...tell 'em...tell 'em
Condition green...call for...Two-Niner-
Niner-Bravo...and then give 'em your
position. They'll come. Then they'll
come.

Hanna gets up. Exchanges a last look with Kyle. Kyle just looks back. He's
not coming. Hanna turns to head out the cave.

STRIKER
(still staring straight up)
Hanna!

Hanna turns around.

STRIKER
...One man...even a good one...without the
right...equipment...specialization...no
chance...it's suicide.

Hanna thinks a beat:

HANNA
...fancy equipment...special training...
(beat)
...that ain't everything.

And Hanna turns and walks out the cave. Kyle watches him disappear. A lone
silhouette heading toward the high fort.

CUT TO:

SOMEBODY'S POV THROUGH BINOS - LOOKING DOWN FROM BRITISH FORT

across a narrow desert valley to a parallel ridge. Something GLINTS in the


sun. Suddenly our view magnifies. We see Hanna, hiding on the ridge, looking
up at the fort.

Whoever's watching speaks in Arabic into a walkie-talkie.

CUT TO:

HANNA - ON THE PARALLEL RIDGE

scanning the fort. Slowly, the faint sound of a MOTOR becomes audible, as
though someone were tooling around in a buggy.

Suddenly, Hanna realizes...the motor is behind him.

And now everything happens fast. If it seems a little jerky and confused, good
-- that's battle:

HANNA

darts back down the rear face of his ridge, away from the fort.
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He reaches a horizontal slab of rock and jumps from it – only to see

WHILE IN MID-AIR

our FIRST TERRORIST SNIPER getting out of a COVERED JEEP below him on a natural
landing. Wearing the distinctive RED KEFFIYEH OF AL-KHAZAR. Taken completely
by surprise.

Hanna gets off two quick shots while still in mid-air -- killing the terrorist
-- and landing at his slumped body.

He takes the sniper's Drugonov sniper rifle. Jumps into the idling Jeep.
He drives it back up towards the crest of the ridge. It growls to a stop just
before the crest.

Orders in Arabic suddenly bellow out over the Jeep’s radio.

Hanna hops out. Crawls to the crest. Scans out toward the high hill and its
fort, looking for activity.

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THE HIGH HILL AND FORT

Empty. An eerie echoing silence.

ZOOM INTO A PATCH OF GROUND HALFWAY UP THE HIGH HILL

A PAIR OF EYES

stare out from a long, sandy-stone slit between some boulders.

CUT TO:

INT. - OPERATIONS ROOM – STONE ROOM INSIDE THE HILL

A stone room from the time of the British. Used now by Al-Khazar as an
operations room. All types of maps and charts on the wall.

THE BEARDED LIEUTENANT is here. Staring out of the slit toward the valley and
ridge below. It was his eyes that we saw. He turns to the RADIO MAN:

LIEUTENANT
(subtitled)
Something’s happened to Amil. It might be
the Americans. Activate snipers 2-3-4-and-
5!

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HANNA – ON THE OPPOSING RIDGE

still scanning the fort. Suddenly --

CRACK! A sniper's bullet WHIZZES by. Hanna ducks. CRACK! A second bullet
WHIZZES by, embedding itself in a boulder right beside him.
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He scans the area. Can't sight anybody. He quickly yanks the sniper’s bullet
out of the bolder. He grabs a straight stick and jams it into the bullet hole.

It now points right back to where the bullet came from. Toward a group of
boulders on the high hill.

Taking cover, Hanna raises his Drugonov sniper rifle in that direction. Eye to
the scope.

HANNA'S POV - THROUGH SCOPE

We scan around -- past a few rocks – some brush -- wait a second -- what was
that? A thin dark shadow. Some rocks right in front of it.

The crosshairs settle amidst the rocks.

HANNA

concentrates. Silent. His finger slowly pulls the trigger. CRACK!

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THE PATCH OF ROCKS

Out of which rolls a wounded, bleeding Al-Khazar Sniper #2.

HANNA

lowers his Drugonov. Nice shot.

Suddenly -- CRACK! CRACK! Two bullets WHIZ by. One grazes his cheek.
Drawing blood.

Hanna fast-rolls behind some more cover. Peers through the scope again:

HANNA'S POV - THROUGH SCOPE

of the sniper he just wounded. In pain. Calling out to someone above him.

We scan up -- past a few rocks -- some brush -- higher -- more rocks -- brush -
- right onto ANOTHER AL-KHAZAR SNIPER adamantly ignoring the calls of his
wounded comrade below.

Instead, his scope points right at us. Aiming. Suddenly,

BAM! A bullet flies through it and enters his eye. He falls back. Dead.

HANNA

lowers his Drugonov. Satisfied.

Suddenly - CRACK! CLANG!!!!!! A bullet RIPS through the magazine on Hanna's


Drugonov.

Hanna scuttles behind a new boulder. Checks his magazine. Jammed. Tosses
it. Checks the Drugonov. One last bullet in the chamber.

He peers back out at the high hill and fort.


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Around one area, a few rocks tumble, loosened. Hanna raises his scope to that
area.

HANNA'S POV - THROUGH SCOPE

where the Fourth Al-Khazar Sniper lies behind some brush. Further behind him
and to the side, metal GLINTS.

The scope FOCUSES in on it, finding the Fifth Al-Khazar Sniper.

HANNA

quickly pulls back. Two more snipers.

HANNA
Damn...

He gets an idea. Slides quickly down from the top of his ridge. He darts
20...30...40 feet to a new position. Crawls back up to the top. Re-aims.

HANNA'S POV - THROUGH SCOPE

The crosshairs settle on the Fourth Sniper. And now we see that by moving to
this new angle, the Fifth Sniper lies directly behind the Fourth.

Each looks out in different directions. Then -- CRACK!

Hanna's last bullet rips right through the Fourth Sniper and into the Fifth.
Both fall back dead.

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A WISP OF SMOKE

exiting Hanna's Drugonov as he lowers it. All is silent now.

Hanna waits a few seconds. Realizes there are no more snipers. He glances
down at the narrow desert valley. Time to cross.

He dashes back to the Jeep.

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THE JEEP

rambling across the narrow desert valley. Hanna inside, gunning it.
Approaching the base of the high hill and the fort. But as he does –

A SQUAD OF FIVE AL-KHAZAR TERRORISTS

scurries out from a hidden entrance halfway up the high hill and takes cover.
They spot the Jeep and open fire.

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-TAT!

THE JEEP

skids out of control and launches into the air. It crashes back down, throwing
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HANNA

from the Jeep. He rolls to a fast stop. Bullets WHIZ by him. Dirty,
scratched up, bleeding, he's pinned down.

But he quickly gets an idea. He pitches a grenade at

THE CRASHED JEEP

lying ahead of him. BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!! It explodes. Billowing BLACK ASHEN


SMOKE.

HANNA

now leaps up and runs through the black smoke screen...and dives behind the
first rock at the base of the high hill. He's made it across the valley.

THE FIVE AL-KHAZAR TERRORISTS

watch the fireball, confused. The area around the Jeep is blanketed by black
smoke.

HANNA

spots the five Al-Khazar Terrorists. Then darts from rock to rock. Making his
way up the hill. Around them. Outflanking them.

He finds a sandy path now. Moves on. Reaching:

A STONE TUNNEL ENTRANCE

which leads inside the hill. He looks in. A murky darkness.

Suddenly, PHHHHHT! A GRENADE falls next to him. From directly above.


He stares at it. He's finished.

Someone starts laughing. It's a LONE AL-KHAZAR TERRORIST standing right above
the entrance. Laughing at Hanna.

Then he stops laughing. Realizes the grenade didn't go off.

Slowly, Hanna picks it up, looks at it, then casually tosses it back to the
Terrorist, who catches it instinctively. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!

THE TERRORIST

falls to the ground. THWACK! Dead.

Hanna grabs a flashlight from the Terrorist's belt. Then uses the belt to
secure the flashlight to the barrel of his MP5. Like a light bayonet.

He turns to the stone entrance. Bleeding from his face and leg, he enters.

INT. - STONE TUNNEL - DARK

A long thin tunnel. Old. And at the moment, almost pitch black.

Hanna continues along – hears the sound of men shouting in Arabic echo up ahead
-- it sounds like -- confusion.
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He reaches a T-intersection – continues on -- then he hears something faint --


a single man talking in Arabic -- intermittently -- And in between his pauses -
- A tsk-tsk sound. A radio.

Hanna darts toward it -- reaches stone stairs going down -- stops -- The faint
noise is now drowned out by BOOTSTEPS -- getting louder -- RUNNING towards him
from behind -- he turns and looks back at

THE T-INTERSECTION

far behind him now. Lit by torchlight. Sees another squad of SEVEN AL-KHAZAR
TERRORISTS reach it from its far side and —

Turn away -- down the original tunnel leading outside. Relief.


All quiet again. He heads down the stone stairs -- comes to

A SECOND FLOOR

It's just a short tunnel -- the sound of the man talking into the radio is
louder now -- coming from further below.

Hanna moves silently towards the radio sounds -- reaching the far stairs --
looking down them:

AT THE THIRD FLOOR

where TWO TERRORISTS just turn into view -- about to head up the stairs towards
him. For an instant, they catch sight of him at the top of the stairs.

Quickly, he steps back -- looks around -- caught -- he runs back -- they follow
him -- he reaches a new passageway -- enters.

CUT TO:

INT. - WELL ROOM - DARK - LIT BY A SINGLE TORCH

Hanna enters. A wide circular well is in here. The Two Terrorists rush in.
Charge their AK-47's.

Hanna grabs the torch. Tosses it into the well. The room goes black.

Terrorist #1 shouts. Terrorist #2 opens fire! Bright flashes pierce the


darkness like giant fireflies. The thunder of gunfire. Confusion. Then
silence.

TERRORIST #2
Ahmed?

No answer. Terrorist #2 flicks his lighter. Its YELLOW GLARE reveals Hanna
standing there silent, MP5 aimed point blank. Terrorist #1 dead on the ground.

Terrorist #2 stares at Hanna, hesitating, surprised. Hanna shoots him dead.

CUT TO:

THE SHORT SECOND-FLOOR TUNNEL

Hanna moves onward –- reaches the stone stairs -- looks down:


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THE THIRD FLOOR

is also just another single tunnel -- the man talking into the radio is the
only source of sound -- Hanna darts down -- reaching the third floor --
continuing past a private sleeping quarters – empty – he darts on --

-- approaching the room with the radio.

He stops -- listens – hears only one voice -- brings his MP5 to bear -- gets
ready -- then springs inside --

THE OPERATIONS ROOM

The same one from before. THE BEARDED LIEUTENANT of the Al-Khazar is still in
here. On the radio. But not alone.

For at the far wall of the operations room is One More Terrorist. Dressed
similar to the one we saw earlier in Zhob. The one travelling in the Red
Mercedes. His head still wrapped in the red Al-Khazar Keffiyeh with only his
eyes visible.

As Hanna springs in--

Both the Lieutenant and the Other Terrorist turn to him -- caught by surprise -
- Hanna aims his MP5 at the Lieutenant -- then at the Other Terrorist.

THE OTHER TERRORIST’S EYES MEET HANNA'S

And there is a power to them. A steel glare.

The Other Terrorist very slowly raises his hands -- away from his AK-47 -- but
not to surrender -- slowly higher -- what is doing?

Now the Other Terrorist begins talking to the Lieutenant. In sign language.

Hanna motions to the Other Terrorist take his Keffiyeh off. The Other
Terrorist hesitates. Hanna aims his MP5 right at him – about to shoot.

Slowly, the Other Terrorist slips his Keffihyeh off – to reveal a completely
bald and scarred head joined to a tortured face.

HANNA
(realizing)
You’re Ghost.

Silence. Ghost says nothing.

LIEUTENANT
Don’t expect him to answer. He cannot
speak from his accident. Or did your
accursed CIA not know this already?

Hanna can’t believe it. He spots the scars across Ghost’s throat. Across his
vocal cords.

Hanna looks back at Ghost, thinking. Then motions him away from the AK-47 on
the table. Ghost backs off. And now from outside...from the valley...we hear
a steady stream of machine gun and small arms fire.
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Hanna moves over to the radio. Sets the frequency dials to 67-35. No
communications can be heard on it. Just radio fuzz.

HANNA
Tranquility base. This is...Striker. Do
you read?...

Beat. Radio fuzz.

HANNA
Tranquility base. This is Striker. Do you
read?...

The faintest voices are now heard through the radio fuzz. Barely audible. Are
those voices communicating in English? Too garbled to tell. Hanna tries some
dials. Nothing. Goes for it anyway:

HANNA
Tranquility base, this is Striker.
Condition green. Repeat. Condition
green. Accept coordinates for Two-Niner-
Niner-Bravo: "33.45.73 West -36.48.69
North", over.

The faint, garbled voices continue communicating. Who knows what they're
saying? Who knows if it's even English. Hanna tries again:

HANNA
Tranquility base--

Too late! The Lieutenant leaps at Hanna -- Hanna shoots him twice --but the
Lieutenant's momentum still carries him forward -- into Hanna -- both fall down
--

-- Hanna throws the Lieutenant's dead body off -- looks up -- into the barrel
of Ghost's AK-47 -- Ghost now stands above him -- the tables have turned.

Ghost comes close and kicks Hanna's MP5 away. Takes his knife.

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And then BAM! BAM! BAM! – he smashes Hanna with the butt of his AK-47! Hanna
reels at the impact of the blows – and then WHACK! He kicks Hanna – then
WHACK! He kicks him again! – Hanna crawls around the floor.

Ghost winds up – and with great ferocity -- SLAMS the rifle butt into Hanna one
last time!

Hanna’s lies on the floor – bloody -- almost at his end. He hears a CLICK!
Turns around to see that Ghost is now aiming the barrel of the AK-47 down
directly at him.

Ghost sees the pathetic shape Hanna is in and starts to laugh. It’s a mocking
laugh. And it's the strangest sight you ever saw. A man laughing, heartily,
and yet producing no laughter. Just an unearthly, gargling noise. It
is...eerie...and frightening.
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Hanna looks back up at Ghost. Tired. Wounded. Bleeding. Breathing heavy.
What now? Is this it? Is this the end? His hand brushes over his breast
pocket by accident. Touches his TIN CIGARETTE BOX. And a thought comes to him.

He sits back against a wall. As if defeated. And nods to Ghost.

HANNA
...Okay...Okay...you win...

He pulls out the tin cigarette box. Opens it. Grabs one of the two remaining
cigarettes from the top. Lights it with his matches. Ghost watches him.
Amused.

Hanna offers Ghost the last cigarette. An acceptance of defeat. Ghost gives
another silent laugh or two. And just stares back at Hanna.

A SMILE

forms on Ghost's face.

A THIN ONE

on Hanna's now, too.

Casually, Hanna drops the matches inside the tin. Puts the cover back on.
Throws it over.

CUT TO:

GHOST

catching it. Opens the cover. Keeping his eyes on Hanna all the time. Is
this a trick? He takes out the cigarette. Reaches into the tin to get the
matches. His eyes fixed on Hanna.

Suddenly, Ghost jumps back. Startled. He drops the tin and holds his hand up
in the air. Sprung from its tin prison, THE SCORPION crawls up his forearm.

Everything happens extremely fast now: Hanna rushes Ghost -- Ghost manages to
bring his AK-47 to bear at the last minute -- CRACK! -- a bullet pierces Hanna
in the stomach.

But Hanna reaches Ghost -- leaping for the AK-47 -- getting his hands on it --
going on sheer adrenaline now -- drawing from the darkest reaches of his soul -
- Ghost and Hanna wrestling to the ground --

Ghost easily takes the upper hand -- turning the end of the AK-47 towards
Hanna's head -- closer -- closer -- Hanna fighting it -- managing to get his
finger on the trigger -- pulling it -- holding it as thirty bullets fly right
across his face -- an inch away -- and then CLICK! -- the gun is empty.

Ghost throws it off to the side -- unsheathes a knife from his belt --Forces it
toward Hanna's already bloody chest -- closer -- closer -- closer -- the point
about to enter -- Hanna trying to stop it --grimacing -- clenching every muscle
-- straining -- this is it --this will be the final blow -- it's touching his
skin now --

AND GHOST STOPS. And a strange expression takes hold of him.


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And he begins to shake -- convulse -- getting worse and worse -- the scorpion
bite is taking effect -- Ghost knows he's starting to lose it -- musters all
his strength -- a final push on the knife -- it comes down fast -- about to
enter Hanna.

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Machine gun fire breaks out in the corridor.

THE KNIFE

flies out of Ghost's grip -- bullets rip into him -- blowing him back -- he
falls over -- dead. Hanna glances over and sees:

KYLE

standing in the doorway. Huffing and puffing. Carrying a mother of a machine


gun. A RUSSIAN DSHK 50-CALIBER. Hanging waist level from a strap.

KYLE
(smiles)
Missed me, didn't ya?

Suddenly, LOTS OF BOOTSTEPS can be heard coming close. Kyle turns, bracing for
the attack. Terrorists appear. Seven of them.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-RAT-TAT
-TAT-TAT-RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!!!!!!!!!!!!
In a fell swoop of heavy machine gun fire...Kyle cuts the seven terrorists to
pieces. The immediate threat is gone. Turns to Hanna:

KYLE
Ya know -- maybe I ain't the man I thought
I was, partner...
(beat)
But then again -- maybe I am.
(and he smiles)

HANNA
...How'd you get here?...

Kyle motions to his huge, heavy machine gun:

KYLE
With this. Angry Olga.
(looks around)
It's their stinkin HQ, ain't it?

HANNA
...Yeah...

And now Kyle notices the Hanna's bloodstains. Moves over to him.
Looks him over.

KYLE
Jesus! Ya don't look good, partner.

HANNA
...Yeah...
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KYLE
Let me carry ya...

He moves to pick Hanna up, but Hanna’s having none of it. Hanna motions to
Kyle’s huge Russian machine gun.

HANNA
Then whose gonna carry Olga?

Kyle smiles, realizing his buddy is still okay. He changes the subject:

KYLE
So what's the plan for gettin' home? You
got one, right?

HANNA
They're coming...to pick us up. Maybe.

KYLE
(excited)
Who?!

Hanna just looks at him. Kyle realizes who.

KYLE
Oh no...

CUT TO:

INT. - DUNGEON CELL BLOCK - A MINUTE LATER

Hanna and Kyle get ready to make a final dash out. Hanna -- close to his end.
Kyle, the machine gun dangling by a strap from his neck.

KYLE
What if they don't come?

HANNA
...We die.

KYLE
...They'll come.

They look at the door. About to head out.

HANNA
...No stopping. Up. Always up.

And now whoever is operating the STEADYCAM better get ready for the run of his
life. Hell, they might even establish a new category at the Oscars after this.
Ready. Go:

Kyle darts out -- followed by Hanna – running as fast as they can -- along an
empty stone tunnel -- they reach stone stairs -- Two Terrorists here -- RAT-
TAT-TAT-TAT! -- the Terrorists fall -- Kyle and Hanna sprint down another
tunnel -- BULLETS START TO FLY AT THEM –
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-- Kyle opens fire -- RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT -- BULLETS STOP FLYING BY THEM – they
reach a turn -- Hanna rolls a grenade -- BOOM! – Terrorists hiding around the
corner fall -- Kyle whips around the corner -- his machine gun roaring -- they
continue on -- more stone stairs -- fly up them -- a wider tunnel -- Terrorists
everywhere! – Kyle POURS BULLETS – they sprint on through the shouts, screams
and confusion -- the tunnel splits two ways -- they go left -- twenty feet --
dead end -- they backtrack -- reach more stone stairs -- run up them –-

-- a new tunnel -- RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! -- BULLETS FLY BY THEM


FROM BEHIND -- Terrorists are chasing them -- Hanna, on his last legs, manages
to roll a grenade back -- BOOM! -- No more chasers --- they sprint on – zig to
the left – zag to the right – Terrorists appear ahead -- Kyle sprays bullets
everywhere –-

-- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! A giant explosion -- the whole


ground shakes like an earthquake - he must've hit the ammunition storage –
Hanna and Kyle sprint through the dust and confusion -- reach a long set of
stairs up -- press on -- hoping they are close -- up, up, up the stairs –
bursting through a door --

INTO THE BURNING DAYLIGHT

right off to the side of the fort's interior quad -- they run toward the fort's
drawbridge -- across the courtyard -- suddenly -- CRACK! CRACK! -- and Kyle
falls -- two bullets through his shoulder and stomach -- CRACK! CRACK! -- Hanna
falls -- two more bullets to add to his wounds -- and now we see that up high
in one of the forecastles is AN AL-KHAZAR SNIPER -- and the terrorist sniper
now cocks his rifle again -- about to send the final shots -- when all of a
sudden:

WHOOOOSH!!! WHITE SMOKE! EVERYWHERE! AS THOUGH A GIANT CLOUD HAD ENGULFED THE
WHOLE CASTLE.

Hanna and Kyle just lie on the ground. In the middle of the quad. Dying.
Surrounded by the thick white smoke.

HANNA'S POV -- STRAIGHT UP INTO THE SMOKE

White fog. No visibility. Then suddenly A THIN RED LASER BEAM slices through.
Now a flat sheet of black metal appears in the air above...or is that the
bottom of...a helicopter...just visible through the smoke...and now more RED
LASER BEAMS...and ropes...and men dressed in all black...rapelling down the
ropes...like machines...the whole scene could be a dream.

KYLE (O.S.)
You see 'em, partner? Tell me you see
'em?

HANNA
...Yeah...I see 'em.

KYLE (O.S.)
Now tell me this ain't a dream. Even if
it is. Tell me it ain't.

HANNA
...It's not a dream.
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KYLE (O.S.)
No...I don't think so, either.

And now men of THE SUPERUNIT move like dark shadows through the fog...with
their MP5's and Pulse-laser sights...and they are everywhere...and now as we
RISE UP into the shroud of smoke...we reach the TWO PAVE LOW HELICOPTERS
hovering over the fort like insects from another planet...

WE RISE HIGHER...above the helicopters...and the smoke...and the fort...PULLING


AWAY from this scene of battle...of carnage and maelstrom...of blood and
sweat...of cowboys and heroism and the Wild East...and we--

CUT TO:

EXT. - THE PAVE LOW HELICOPTER

Flying off through the dark night.

CUT TO:

INSIDE THE HELICOPTER

A COMMANDO COLONEL, trim, silver-haired, a fighter, and possibly the highest


ranking commando we've seen so far, makes his way to the rear of the
helicopter, past the dead and recoverd body of Ghost.

A younger commando stops the Commando Colonel:

YOUNGER COMMANDO
Sir? Nighthawk Two just called in.
They've picked up Striker.

COMMANDO COLONEL
Good. Then we'll rendezvous at
Tranquility base.

YOUNGER COMMANDO
Yes, sir.

And the Commando Colonel continues on to the rear of the helicopter, which has
been turned into

A SICK BAY

Hanna and Kyle lie here. Beaten. Bloody. Just back from hell. A COMMANDO
DOCTOR is treating their wounds.

The Commando Colonel gives him an inquisitive look.

COMMANDO DOCTOR
(nods)
...They'll make it.

And now the Commando Colonel turns his attention to Hanna and Kyle. They are
conscious.
107
COMMANDO COLONEL
...From what we found down there -- looks
like you two did one helluva job. One
helluva job. Which leads me to just one
question.
(beat)
Who the hell are you guys?!

Beat.

KYLE
(smiles)
...Just a bunch a' grunts...sir.

The Commando Colonel stares at Hanna and Kyle a beat. Looking them over.

COMMANDO COLONEL
...Bullshit!
(beat)
You're 101, aren't you? You're both Unit
101? I know it exists.

Hanna just looks over at Kyle. Smirks. A pride in his eye. Then looks back
at the Commando Colonel. Just shakes his head:

HANNA
...We can't tell you.
(beat)
But maybe someday...you'll read about us
in the history books.

And Hanna and Kyle burst out into laughter. Wounded. But alive.
FREEZE FRAME on the two of them.

THE END