Peter Berg & James Vanderbilt
FADE IN ON:
THE DESERT. Sizzling dunes. Harsh. Unforgiving.
Afghanistan - Three Years Ago
We hear faint SCREAMS. A man BEGGING...
No... please... There's no way...
Sand dunes stretch to the horizon. Nowhere to run...
MAN (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Nothing... can defeat...
A SHADOW FALLS across the sand. Then a second. One looks
like a Dog's Head. The other like...
MAN (O.S.) (CONT'D)
HAND PUPPET SHADOWS. LAUGHTER from OTHER MEN. "Godzilla"
pursues "Dog Head", catches him, and begins HUMPING HIM.
MAN (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Ooooh, Gojira! You the best! Me
love you long time!
SECOND MAN (O.S.)
C'mon Jensen, you in or not?
WHIP PAN to the Puppeteer and FREEZE-FRAME ON:
Jensen. 20's, Lennon glasses, wild blonde hair, shirt
open. Bald eagle tattoo on his chest. RESUME SPEED:
And get cheated again?
WHIP PAN to and FREEZE-FRAME ON:
Pooch. Mid 30's, black and solid. Eagle tattoo on right
bicep, his NINE MONTH OLD DAUGHTER'S FACE tattooed on his
left. Currently mock offended. RESUME SPEED:
The Pooch don't cheat. The Pooch
may lie, the Pooch may steal--
--the Pooch may refer to himself
in the third person--
--but the Pooch will not cheat.
The Pooch can rest easy, I was
referring to Cougar.
WHIP PAN and FREEZE FRAME ON:
Cougar. Age unknown. Tan camo cowboy hat pulled low
over his eyes, long hair. Sniper Rock-God. He doesn't
say or move much. Ain't no rattling him. RESUME SPEED:
It's Liar's Poker, Jensen, how in
the hell is the man gonna cheat
you at Liar's Poker?
WHIP PAN as he asks the question and FREEZE FRAME ON:
Roque. 30's. Close cropped black hair. If Lance
Armstrong bred with Darth Vader. Doesn't smile much, but
he's smiling now. The four are in
EXT. HUMVEE -- DAY
Open air, the guys sit in the back. In the middle of the
desert with nothing to do but wait. Roque holds the deck.
The four take them. Lick the back, slap them to their
foreheads -- two deuces (Jensen and Roque), a three
(Pooch), and an eight (Cougar). Pitiful cards.
Got a feeling about this one, Roque.
Your mama had that feeling too.
At which point, JENSEN PULLS A KNIFE...
...and tosses it into the center of the circle. HIS BET.
Roque responds by tossing a .357 MAGNUM from his belt in.
That the one with the hollow points?
Oh, shit, I'm definitely in then.
He puts in a Desert Eagle. Jensen pulls a second, meaner
looking knife. Twirling it.
This even me up?
Exactly how many knives do you
Jensen grins and STABS IT down into the pot.
Cougar - your bet.
The Silent Man stares at the others. Two deuces and a
three. He shakes his head at them. Before he can bet...
WHIP PAN to
Clay. Mid-30's. Their leader, and you gotta be a bad-
ass to lead this crew. Tired eyes. A weariness to him
already. And hands faster than you can imagine.
EXT. HUMVEE (MOVING) -- DAY
RIPPING ACROSS THE DESERT. Pooch drives, Clay shotgun,
others in the back. Passing a COMPUTER TABLET to Jensen:
Authenticate and backtrace.
Send us out to the middle of nowhere
to "wait for instructions"...
We're good, this baby came out of
the Kandahar Spook Station,
controller's codename is Max.
He hands the tablet back.
This is an Agency gig?
We don't get to pick what needs to
(reading from tablet)
Quaeda-wannabe name of Fadhil is
running a terrorist assembly line
out around the Khyber Pass--
I'm shocked. Shocked, I say.
We find it, we paint it for a laser
targeted bomb. No muss, no fuss.
For that we had to put on a
blindfold and turn around three
You'd rather take on fifty mujas
He upshifts a gear as the Humvee drives on...
P.O.V. -- THROUGH BINOCULARS
A terrorist looking fellow talks with another. We are...
EXT. DESERT BLUFF -- AFTERNOON
Our guys, now in full on Black Ops Special Forces combat
desert fatigues, perched high above what looks like a RUN
DOWN AFGHAN PRISON. Roque with the field glasses:
I got eyes on Fadhil.
Pooch fires up the LASER DESIGNATOR and aims it at the
compound. A high pitched whine as he does...
Call me Michelangelo.
Cougar sights down the LASER SCOPE of his LONG RIFLE.
Just taking in the scenery. Jensen, into a field radio:
Dropkick, this is Pinball, confirmed
eyes on, target is designated.
EXT. AFGHAN SKY -- DAY
A DESERT HAWK ROARS THROUGH THE SKY, enroute to target.
RADIO VOICE (O.S.)
Roger, target acquired, exfil
chopper is enroute. ETA to
fireworks is eight minutes.
EXT. DESERT BLUFF -- DAY
Roger, we'll break out the earplugs.
(to the others)
So who wants to get a game? We
got eight minutes-
And then, for the first time COUGAR SPEAKS. With concern:
Clay immediately looks THROUGH HIS SCOPE --
A GROUP OF CHILD-SLAVES on the ground BY THE PRISON,
being led off a truck. The others look too. Reacting:
Call it in.
Dropkick, children are at target
site, repeat, we have eyes on
children at target site - advise.
RADIO VOICE (O.S.)
Hold the line...
STATIC. Seconds tick by...
RADIO VOICE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Acknowledged, maintain position.
Maintain position? Colonel-
Dropkick, we strongly recommend
cancellation of payload delivery-
RADIO VOICE (O.S.)
Abort order can only come from
Clay GRABS THE RADIO from Jensen:
Mission Controller is Agency,
Codename Max, repeat, Codename Max,
so get him on the horn and-
RADIO VOICE (O.S.)
Already have, Pinball, your orders
stand. Prep for exfil.
STATIC. A beat. The others stare at Clay.
Cougar takes the butt of his rifle and SMASHES THE LASER
DESIGNATOR TO BITS! Clay, into the radio:
Dropkick, this is Pinball, targeting
equipment has suffered system
failure, am calling an abort.
STATIC. Then, a DIFFERENT VOICE:
Well, that was stupid.
The voice is even. Distinctly unmilitary. Almost stoned.
Who is this? This is a secure
Very stupid, Colonel... Franklin...
Clay blinks - no one uses names on comms.
Max? There are children on site-
And you think I didn't know that?
Not the sharpest of knives in the
drawer, are you? We locked
coordinates the moment you painted;
delivery will occur on schedule.
STATIC. Clay hits the send button to respond - gets a
SQUELCH. Cursing, tossing the radio to Jensen:
Shit! Jensen, call the General at
the Firebase, get him to abort-
Can't, they're jamming us-
Then contact the plane directly-
(trying all channels)
Negative, we're screwed!
There's nothing we can do...
His face, stricken. They all are. And then:
There's something we can do.
Clay hefts his rifle.
The others stare at him. Automatically begin checking
their own weapons. Roque runs it down for them:
Five against a fortress, and we've
got maybe six minutes before an
airstrike sets the world on fire.
So, I'll drive.
EXT. AL GHOZAR FORT -- DAY
WHAM! BAD GUYS firing wildly as our guys' HUMVEE PLOWS
through the GATE!
I guess we're going with the fifty
mujas with AK's option after all!
A SERIES OF SHOTS -- We see just how good these guys are.
Cougar on his knee in the back -- snipes SINGLE SHOT KILLS --
takes out SEVEN MEN. Roque pulls to a halt in the center
of the compound -- Bad Guys, coming out of the woodwork
with AUTOMATIC WEAPONS. As the guys hop out:
Pooch and Jensen, get a truck for
the kids, the rest of us will be
out in five-
-airstrike's in four and change-
-out in four. On me!
Clay leads ZONE COVERAGE toward the building -- Roque and
Cougar run middle -- QUICK DEATH STRIKES. Images BLAST
fast and savage as these men KILL THEIR WAY INTO THE FORT.
INT. AL GHOZAR FORT - KHYBER PASS - CONTINUOUS
Roque calmly kicks in the door -- kills FIVE MEN sitting
around a table with TWO YOUNG GIRLS in the middle -- the
terrified girls run to him. The BAD GUYS have no chance --
Fast. Precise. SPECTACULAR. Our crew takes the fort.
MOVING THROUGH a tight hallway, they find the children
locked in a large empty room. They start leading them
out. One LITTLE BOY stops Clay. In PASHTUN:
Clay checks the time. 3 MINUTES TO AIRSTRIKE...
(to Roque and Cougar)
Get 'em out.
Roque and Cougar hustle the kids toward the exit while
Clay moves DOWNSTAIRS into the darker sublevels...
INT. AL GHOZAR FORT -- DARKER SUBLEVEL -- CONTINUOUS
Clay kicks in a door to find A MAN - Looming over a
SHACKLED BOY. Unbuckling his pants.
The Man pales. Realizing the American understands what
he was about to do, backing away, BEGGING IN PASHTUN:
Omar DOESN'T MOVE. Instead, he eerily raises his hand
and wordlessly POINTS TO A CELL. In the corner. And
Clay hears a MOAN emit from it. VAGUELY HUMAN.
Omar lowers his arm. Goes upstairs, dragging his bear.
Clay turns. Approaches the cell. Looks down into it...
it's clear from Clay's face that it's SOMETHING HORRIFIC.
...Max sent you...
How do you know that name?
...was IA Field Ops hunting rogue
agents... Max caught me...
He torture rasps and spits small chunks of death...
Max is rogue?
Something Horrific leans forward out of the shadows...
You're off-mission aren't you?
Clay just stares.
SOMETHING HORRIFIC (CONT'D)
What's the mission?
Max doesn't care about Fadhil...
He's cleaning up the mess. You're
his mop. I'm the mission....
Clay's just staring into the burning, crazed eyes of
SOMETHING HORRIFIC (CONT'D)
I can get you out-
Already dead... Kill ME-
BLAM! A BULLET pierces what used to be left of Something
Horrific's CHEST. Not fired by Clay...
SOMETHING HORRIFIC (CONT'D)
And he dies. Clay turns - COUGAR. Lowers his rifle.
Speaks one word.
Holds up his watch. 40 SECONDS LEFT. Speaks another:
EXT. AL GHOZAR FORT -- DAY
Clay and Cougar BURST from the fort, FIRING and RUNNING
FULL TILT towards the commandeered TRUCK LOADED WITH KIDS.
As they leap into the back, Pooch hits the gas:
Jesus, you stop for coffee in there?
As he RUNS OVER two Bad Guys trying to stop them at the
gate. The sound of a JET APPROACHING. Roque to Jensen:
What kind of blast radius we looking
Jensen, calculating on the computer tablet. Shows an
animation mock-up to Roque - huge blast radius. To Pooch:
DRIVE. MUCH. FASTER.
EXT. SKIES ABOVE AL GHOZAR FORT -- DAY
The Fort and the retreating Truck below us mere specks as
the DESERT HAWK SWOOPS IN and RELEASES ITS PAYLOAD...
A moment of silence as it falls... and then STRIKES below,
an orange FIREBALL BALLOONING OUTWARDS...
EXT. TRUCK (MOVING) -- DAY
Ripping across the dunes, FIREBALL EXPANDING behind them...
I think we're in the clear-
As the fireball ENGULFS THEM.
INT. TRUCK (MOVING) -- DAY
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIRESTORM: All Pooch can see is
FLAMES through the WINDSHIELD as they plow through the
destruction. Glances in the REAR-VIEW:
Cougar's sleeve, FULLY ABLAZE. He casually rips it off
and tosses it out the back.
THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD - The fire clears... to reveal a
30 FOOT DROP. The guys scream as they PLUNGE OVER IT...
WHOOMP! The Truck buries itself nose first in the sand.
EXT. AFGHAN DESERT -- DAY
Silence. Smoke rises from a crater that was once the
Fort. The doors of the truck creak open. Most of the
YOUNGSTERS GIGGLE. Fun ride. As the guys help them out:
Yeah, that was great, wasn't it?
My favorite part was when we were
completely on fire. What was yours?
Sounds of a BLACKHAWK CHOPPER APPROACHING...
Exfil incoming. How are we gonna
explain the kids, Colonel?
Clay doesn't seem to hear him.
(Clay looks up)
The kids. What do we tell 'em?
A beat. Clay seems to shake off his daze as the BLACKHAWK
sets down. Walking up to the chopper:
Lieutenant, you're to evac these
civvies to the Firebase immediately-
Negative, our orders are to
transport a five-man team only.
Clay's eyes dart down to the Pilot's neck. A SILVER
CRUCIFIX hangs around it. Clay, softer:
You really want to leave twenty
three kids in the desert to die?
Not enough room for them and you...
Then it's them.
The Pilot nods. Our guys begin loading the kids on...
Clay helps Omar on last. The kid looks at him. He knows
perfectly well what Clay saved him from in that basement.
Clay nods. A beat. The Pilot pulls the stick back and
the CHOPPER ASCENDS. The kids wave goodbye to our guys.
Omar, holding Clay's gaze as they rise. Only broken as
the chopper begins to recede into the distance. The last
Clay sees of him is that ratty little TEDDY BEAR...
Cute little buggers. Hope they
can make it to our court-martial.
Relax, Pooch, we're not going to
be court-martialed - if anything,
we're going to die of thirst
wandering the desert, right Colonel?
Jensen, see if you can cut into
that Blackhawk's chatter--I want
to know if he rats us out.
As Jensen tunes his radio...
So, how we getting back? Hitchhike?
Magic carpet? I say magic carpet...
Guess they hustled up some air
support after all - that's a
Pakistani MiG up there...
Jensen's tuning into the MIG's frequency. Looking nervous.
Guys... This is bad...
TURNS UP THE VOLUME:
MIG PILOT (O.S.)
Max, Cobra One. Bandit locked,
twelve o'clock low...
Their eyes go wide with understanding....
Understood, Cobra One. Kill Bandit.
Clay and Cougar have ALREADY BEGUN RUNNING towards the
receding chopper on the horizon. As the MIG SWINGS IN
BEHIND THE BLACKHAWK....
MIG PILOT (O.S.)
WOOSH... The MIG FIRES - AIR TO AIR MISSILE... WHOOMP!
The Blackhawk's tail rotor SHEARED OFF, the chopper
spinning and falling but still intact...
Pooch, the pilot, from somewhere SCREAMING:
Auto-rotate, go with it, you can
still put her down if you-
FROM THE RADIO:
MIG PILOT (O.S.)
The SECOND MISSILE from the MiG SLAMS INTO THE BLACKHAWK
proper. Burning, spinning... FALLING. Clay and Cougar,
screaming by the time they reach the wreck...
OMAR'S TEDDY BEAR, BLACKENING to a crisp. Clay tries to
dive into the flames, but COUGAR DRAGS HIM BACK. No use,
Nothing's alive inside.
INT. PAKISTAN - KARACHI SAFE HOUSE -- DAY
A safe house. A LARGE MAN stands in the shadows, watching
as Roque, Jensen, Pooch, Cougar, and Clay yell back and
forth at FENNEL - a CIA Handler:
What are you talking about "MAX?"
He set up the Operation-
There was no operation! You were
never radioed orders!
I talked to him!
You kill a friendly Afghan warlord,
probably lose us the support of
half the tribes in the region, and
your alibi is "MAX?"
Wait - are you saying you're Max?
Colonel, Max is an Agency code for
a rogue agent or operation-
What are you talking-
LARGE MAN (O.S.)
There is no specific Max.
The LARGE MAN finally steps out of the shadows. Special
Forces, like our guys. WADE. They know him.
"Max" is catch-all for exactly
what you've been accused of.
Terminology's been around since
Silence as the guys take this in.
We didn't kill those kids, Wade.
Wade studies him. Finally:
I believe you.
Stay here. We'll be back.
They watch Wade and Fennel leave. Now alone. SILENCE.
After a bit, Pooch looks down. Under a little table...
Wade left his suitcase.
It hits them all at the same time.
They BOLT for the door. LOCKED. Run to the window.
THREE FLOORS UP and it has BARS ON IT.
(nodding to the case)
I'm not good with bombs, man-
I don't care--Roque, Pooch, get
those bars off!
Roque and Pooch - SWISS ARMY KNIVES OUT. PHILLIPS HEAD
attachments, slotting them into the SCREWS that hold the
barred WINDOW FRAME in place...
Jensen POPS OPEN the briefcase. Wires and dials aplenty...
Oh, shit. Oh, shit...
First set of screws out, moving onto the second...
It's a remote detonator--enough
for them to get clear, maybe ten
I told you, I'm not good with bombs!
How are those bars coming?
Second set out, moving onto the third and final....
Third set out, ripping the frame from the window...
EXT. KARACHI SAFE HOUSE -- SAME
WIDE ON THE CITY BLOCK: As the SAFE HOUSE EXPLODES!
Debris flying far enough to shower the open air bazaar
being held two blocks East. HOLD on the smoldering ruins.
AS WE SLOWLY FADE TO...
EXT. NEW HAMPSHIRE AIRBASE -- NIGHT
A rain slicked tarmac. MARINES carrying FIVE FLAG DRAPED
COFFINS off a troop transport carrier. Our guys' FAMILIES
watching. Clay's mother. Jensen's girlfriend. Pooch's
wife and daughters. Tears in their eyes.
INT. CIA BACKROOM -- NIGHT
Somewhere secret. Our guys' PERSONNEL FOLDERS. Each
being opened. Each being stamped "DECEASED". BACK TO...
EXT. NEW HAMPSHIRE AIRBASE -- NIGHT
As the Marines SALUTE the passing coffins. POOCH'S WIFE
lowers her head, weeping. CUT TO:
BLACK SCREEN. OVER IT IN SMALL LETTERS:
EXT. SUBURBAN HOUSE -- NIGHT
A nice quiet neighborhood. White picket fences, the whole
nine. WE'RE WATCHING from outside the kitchen window of
a Cape Cod two story. POOCH'S WIFE JOLENE doing dishes.
Older. Hair cropped. Springfield, Massachusetts - NOW.
She dries her hands and heads upstairs. We catch a glimpse
of her in the upstairs hall. Then in her DAUGHTER's
bedroom. 4 YEARS OLD NOW. Mom, putting her down.
In the backyard, by the swingset, a figure watches. POOCH.
Indulging in a nightly ritual...
EXT. CITY STREETS -- NIGHT
Mexico City. CARNIVALE. Day of the Dead. Jesters and
masks. Music. A man with a cowboy hat walks among them.
COUGAR. Sees Mexican Police eyeing him. Walks a little
faster. Hat pulled low as fireworks explode above...
EXT. DESERT STRIP MALL -- NIGHT
Phoenix, Arizona. A late night internet cafe, wedged
between a donut shop and spinning studio. JENSEN sits.
Alone. Playing INTERACTIVE ON-LINE COMBAT...
EXT. HOLLYWOOD, FL - HOLLYWOOD DOG TRACK -- MORNING
Hollywood, Florida. DOGS IN FULL SPRINT. A few thousand
SPECTATORS. Not the Derby, but reasonably enthused.
IN THE CHEAP SEATS -- CLAY and ROQUE. Three years older.
But in no way bolder. They look almost... Broken.
Roque's got his feet up. Sucks lazily on a straw embedded
in what looks like a SODA POP. Clay's got BINOCULARS,
following the action on the track -- Muscle shredded
greyhounds tearing over the dirt. One crosses the FINISH
LINE. Roque checks their ticket. Yawns.
You lost again.
We lost again.
Clay's got the binoculars up, slow-checking the track.
You placed the bet.
You gave me the money.
Well, that was stupid of me, wasn't
Clay drums his fingers along the binocs as he scans. We
see on his right hand, between his thumb and index finger -
A TATTOO. A TEDDY BEAR. Looks just like Omar's...
That makes, what, three in a row?
Something glint-flashes...catches Clay's eye. He looks
across the track, towards the PARKING LOT.
You know where you're messing up?
You're putting all our money on
the dogs with the best odds.
Yeah, I've just gone crazy with
CLAY SCANS THE LOT -- A YOUNG WOMAN in tight jeans walks
towards a black pick up, carrying a PAIR OF BINOCULARS.
Never play a longshot, you're never
Clay doesn't respond. Watching her. Roque exhales.
We're at a dogtrack at 10 a.m. -
could this get any more sleazy?
Maybe if we were drinking.
Roque takes a pull on his straw.
You're not drinking?
EXT. FLORIDA -- MCDONALD'S PARKING LOT -- AFTERNOON
Clay and Roque wolf Big Macs in a 1988 Chevy Crew Cab.
FAMILIES eat outside. KIDS play like hamsters in tubes.
We'll stay two more days, try to
get some of the cash back.
Various PEOPLE walk to and from their cars. Clay and
Roque shield their faces from them instinctually.
I can't take much more of this.
We're on the run. It occasionally
I'm serious. Grinding out lunch
money on five dollar sports bets,
wincing everytime some overly Aqua-
netted cow stares at my face for
more than two seconds-
I'm at the point where I'm thinking
we ought to try to reach out to
All we did was say the word "Max"
and they blew up a building. CIA
even gets a whiff of where we're
at, they'll call in an airstrike.
(shakes his head)
Until we figure out how we can
take Max down and get clear, we
A Metro Dade POLICE CRUISER rolls into the McDonald's.
Clay watches close as it pulls into a parking spot...
Due respect, you're nobody's Colonel
Anytime you want to move along you
go right ahead-
Like the others? Least I still
talk to them. You pushed them
away. "Max this, Max that" - we
never even saw the guy, Clay-
We heard his voice. Guy with a
voice is a guy with a throat. And
if he's got a throat...
We're hiding out in the parking
lot of a goddamn McDonald's--You
actually think we're in any position
to take on some shadowy CIA super-
No, it's a stellar plan - we can
use this as our base of ops!
(gestures to the
Pooch can run the motor pool out
of the ball pit and Jensen can set
up communications by the slide!
Clay, seeing one of the COPS say something to the other...
Roque FIRES UP THE ENGINE as the COPS get out of the
cruiser. Pulling smoothly into the street...
EXT. MOTEL SIX -- AFTERNOON
Roque pulls up to their shitbeater Motel. Tension still
between them. He gets out, turning back to his friend:
I was there too. I remember. But
he won. We lost.
Maybe it's time for a new game.
With that, Roque heads to the Motel. Clay looks down at
his quarter eaten burger. He needs some real food...
INT. BUSTER'S BOOZE & BURGERS
Clay at the bar, eating a steak and drinking alone. Honky-
tonk on the juke, mix of sawdust and blood on the floor.
A YOUNG WOMAN enters - she's hot, feels familiar. Clay
eyes her as she orders a drink, dodges several GUYS.
PARTICULARLY OFFENSIVE GUY
Yabba Dabba Doo...
She catches Clay's eye. Rolls her eyes. Clay's paying
more attention to his T-Bone than the girl. She slides
up next to him. Her name's AISHA.
Clay turns back to his food. Not used to attractive women
instigating conversation. Aisha watches as Clay eats.
How's the steak?
She's still watching him. It's getting annoying.
Want a bite?
I don't eat red meat.
Slows me down.
Aisha studies Clay. If we've been paying close attention,
we might ID her as the race track binocular chick. We're
not sure if Clay does.
You got nice arms.
(turning to her)
I know you?
Relax, slugger... I like arms.
Do I not look relaxed?
Think we can change that?
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. HOLLYWOOD, FL. - GOLD COAST MOTEL - LATER
Clay and Aisha enter his motel room. Aisha checks out
the sparse accommodations.
Wow, it's everything a girl could
dream of. Got a bathroom?
No, I specifically requested the
only hotel room in the world that
doesn't have a bathroom.
You lookin' to turn a "yes" into a
Clay points to the bathroom.
INT. HOLLYWOOD, FL - GOLD COAST - BEDROOM / BATHROOM
Aisha checks herself in the mirror. A touch of lip gloss.
So what brings you to Florida?
Clay IN THE BEDROOM. Leans over - stretching his
hamstrings. Does a few subtle twists - Loosening up.
Convention for what?
Shit. Clay looks around. Weakly:
IN THE BATHROOM - Aisha studies herself in the mirror.
Stretching her arms, prepping for some physical activity...
They have whole conventions devoted
to air conditioners?
IN THE BEDROOM
You'd be surprised.
Aisha comes back out. Both now stretched and loose.
Bet I would. Where were we?
They study each other. Aisha slowly moves towards Clay.
You were about to tell me how much
you enjoy spending time at the dog
Aisha smiles, tracing her fingers down his stomach...
Saw me there did you?
Clay strokes her cheek...
Didn't see me at the McDonald's
Their lips, inches from touching...
I have a proposition for you...
WHAM! Clay DECKS HER. She REELS BACK -- LOADED GLOCK up
and out and -- Clay ducks left -- BACKHANDS HER with his
forearm -- sends her FLYING across the room -- PAUSE.
Both breathing hard. Staring at one another:
Just hear me out. I don't want to
You're not going to.
Yes, I am.
He foot-plants, spins, re-attacks and IT IS ON! INSANELY
VISCOUS: tearing the room to utter shreds. Fists
SMASHING. A FACE KICK, plaster SMASHES.
She HURLS a twenty six inch color TELEVISION at him.
This EXPLODES against a wall. Sparks give to flame as
the room starts to burn hot around these two warriors...
They continue to fight like RABID WOLVES. And they're
GRINNING. Enjoying this. THEN FREEZE --
AISHA ON TOP OF CLAY -- Each has a BUCK KNIFE up and tight
against the other's throat. Blades on skin. TIE GAME.
Neither giving. FLAMES AROUND THEM:
Room's on fire.
Noticed. What do you want?
Your life. Back.
Clay spits blood and sucks air.
You want to clarify that?
Max. I can help you.
This clearly has effect on Clay - Substantial Effect.
Clay stares up at Aisha. FLAMES ALL AROUND THEM...
EXT. HOLLYWOOD, FL STREETS -- NIGHT
Clay and Aisha walk away from the BURNING MOTEL.
How'd you find me?
It's not too tough if you know
where to look. You guys aren't
A FIRE ENGINE screams past them towards the burning hotel,
as if to illustrate her point.
How'd you know I was alive?
Counted the number of teeth found
in the safehouse debris in Karachi.
Not nearly enough for five men.
Who else knows?
That you're alive? Just me.
So what's to stop me from putting
a bullet in your head?
You want Max and I can tell you
how to get him.
Max is up to something big, isn't
he? Agency wouldn't have sent you
She gives a little smile.
Nice try, but I'm working alone
here. If I wasn't, I wouldn't
need your help. Ready for the
There is a plane.
This plane contains a truck.
This truck contains a cargo.
This cargo is very important.
Is this a riddle?
This cargo belongs to Max. You
steal the cargo, Max comes looking
for it, you grab Max.
What a brilliant plan, and oh, so
simple too. What's the cargo?
Aisha just smiles.
Right. So you want me to steal
some super secret cargo known only
to you and the bad guy, and I'm
supposed to do this because you
know the name Max and look good in
a pair of jeans? Sorry, sister.
He turns. Begins walking away. She calls out after him.
(he turns back)
You really think I look good in
Cargo's heroin. Max uses it to
fund his off the books ops. And
it comes straight from the poppy
fields of the late Jamal al-Fadhil.
(knowing full well)
Oh... does that name mean something
A beat as Clay stares at her, realizing...
He used you to kill Fadhil and
take over his operation, that's
right. What did you think you
were doing there in the first place?
Fighting for truth and justice?
Clay stares at her.
How do I know I can trust you?
Check my background. I'm an ex-
Company hitter. First job was a
junior field officer in Shanghai.
You can Google it under Shanghai
I mostly Google porn. Then?
Two Chinese and an Italian arms
dealer in Bangkok. With my hands.
Then I stopped auditioning for
you. This is a check for ten grand-
He holds up his hand.
We're not mercenaries.
Operational capital, that's all.
(holding out the check)
You've been waiting three years
for a shot at this guy. You're
not gonna get another. You want
Max, this is it.
He takes it. She hands him some papers along with it.
Intel on the shipment. You check
it out, you check me out, you decide -
are you in or not?
EXT. MEXICO - BEACH CAMPSITE - NIGHT
COUGAR chilling by a small fire. Working his way through
a bottle of tequila. His blackberry rings...
INT. VIRGINIA MOTEL - NIGHT
POOCH in a Motel 6 Laying in bed alone, watching an old
Jimmy Stewart movie. Blackberry rings...
INT. ARIZONA MOTEL - MOTEL
JENSEN's in bed with TWO GIRLS from his spin class.
TIGHT ON THE THREE BLACKBERRY MESSAGES:
NOW THERE'S SOMETHING WE CAN DO
EXT. DELHI, INDIA - MIDDAY
The city midday is UTTERLY PACKED. Overflowing. The
capital of the next great Superpower. Delhi, India.
INT. DELHI, INDIA - OFFICE TOWER
A TOP FLOOR OFFICE SUITE of a high end technology company.
Degrees on the walls. A Bollywood musical BLARES from a
TV loud enough to cover up the SOUNDS OF BEGGING...
THREE INDIAN SCIENTISTS -- A short guy, a tall guy, and a
really fat guy -- On the floor, BOUND, terrified, looking
up at a tough looking bastard standing over them --
WADE. Our burly man from the safe-house. Now he works
for the suit in the brown French club chair. The Big
Man, Master of Disaster, Trouble on a Firestick... MAX.
You know we cannot do this... We
cannot do what you ask...
Tell me - is this a moral issue or
a financial issue?
A moral issue.
Really? You object morally to
Yes. I'm sorry. Please leave...
Max takes a moment. Thinks.
Okay, here's what I'm hearing.
I'm hearing "No." I'm hearing
"Leave," and I'm hearing "I'm
sorry." Is that what I'm hearing?
Please... you must leave...
Max nods to himself. He thought so.
Right. Okay, so that is what I'm
hearing. Now, I want you to listen.
Listen carefully because I want
you to hear this. Wade?
Wade hauls him up the FAT SCIENTIST. Without hesitation,
he walks him over to the large glass window looking down
FIFTY THREE STORIES above Delhi and HURLS HIM OUT...
EXPLODING through the glass. As the poor bastard FALLS
AND SCREAMS... The other scientists scream at the sight.
Max turns to Wade, bewildered:
What the hell was that?
You gave me the nod.
A "hit him in the face" nod, not a
"throw him out the window" nod.
I thought that's what you wanted.
At most--at most that was a "break
his fingers" nod.
(slams his fist)
I mean Jesus, Wade, the man was
scientific genius. Granted his
weight signaled that he had certain
impulse control issues, but that's
no reason to throw his fat ass out
a fifty story window.
(as if to a child)
I think I speak for everyone here
when I say that your actions were
excessive and, yes, more than just
a little wasteful...
Max looks over at the cowering scientists.
...then again, it seemed to have
had the desired effect - toss Short
Round out next.
Wade starts for the Short Scientist.
SHORT SCIENTIST (CONT'D)
We have a different moral
perspective than our late colleague.
The hell you say.
I need one to test and one to use.
One to test?
Of course one to test - you think
I trust you?
We will need much money.
You will have much money.
Max and Wade are up and out...
INT. DELHI, INDIA - OFFICE TOWER CORRIDORS -- DAY
Max and Wade, striding towards the elevators. Passing
cubicles that Indian workers cower under - we realize
Max's heavily armed Henchmen had SEIZED THE ENTIRE FLOOR.
Call our people at Goliath, tell
them we'll have a special package
arriving on the 17th.
He snaps his fingers and the Henchman follow...
EXT. NEW ORLEANS - WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- NIGHT
New Orleans. A non-descript warehouse among many.
So this is what your girl came up
INT. WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT
Large and empty. Clay and Roque take a look around it.
Better than a ball pit...
You sure you're thinking clear on
(off Clay's look)
I know you. When you slip, it's
always cause of a woman.
Name one time that-
Carla wasn't the problem, Carla's
husband was the problem-
Carla's husband wasn't the one who
Okay. Yes. She shot me.
But only in the leg.
What about Emma?
Emma doesn't count, we never slept
Because she put a bomb in your
I admit, that took some of the
romance out of the relationship.
And now this chick, first time you
meet her, burns down our hotel.
Also, she kills people for a living.
These are not good signs...
I'm clear, Roque.
Roque studies Clay long and hard.
You better be. Or we're done.
INTERRUPTED as a DOOR CREAKS OPEN - Clay and Roque
immediately have their PISTOLS OUT facing down an entering
Damn. We missed you too.
COUGAR is with him. Clay and Roque lowers their weapons
and go to embrace them... Pooch BEAR-HUGS Roque. Cougar
nods to Clay.
So what's this I hear about Clay
gettin' us killed over a girl?
From the SHADOWS:
Been a long time since anyone called
me a girl.
The guys START as she emerges. All woman.
Jesus, Lady! Ten outta ten for
stealth and shit, but next time
could you just knock?
How long you been back there?
She put a bomb in your car?
She was volatile. Aisha, meet
Pooch, Roque, and Cougar.
A beat as she takes this motley bunch in.
Really? You can't hang out with
anyone just named "Phil"?
Another CREAK - Jensen enters.
Hail, hail, the gang's all here!
Colonel. Roque. Pooch. Silent
I'm gonna need a moment alone with
the boys if you don't mind, but
I'd like to reserve the right to
awkwardly hit on you later?
I'd expect no less.
The guys admire her form as she leaves. When she's gone:
What do you have on her?
Besides a pants-busting crush?
Her intel checks out. The cargo
will be arriving here in two days.
Wow, I completely trust her now.
Grew up in Afghanistan, Mom was a
local, Dad was white devil... oh,
and CIA's got a kill order out on
As does Hamas, Sien Fein, MOSAAD--
pretty much everyone with the
exception of PETA wants this chick
Last CIA email flagged with her
name says she was digging for
information about a special
(looks up at them)
A moment as this sinks in.
They want to wet her cause she's
lookin' into Max. That sounds
Could those files-
(finishing his question)
-have been planted for us to find?
(shaking his head)
CIA timestamp, digital watermark...
Someone would've had to go to a
lot of trouble, and I mean a lot,
to fool me.
Clay nods. Looks to the others.
I say we go with her. Pooch?
A beat. Pooch nodding:
Hell yeah. Cougs?
Cougar nods his assent. Only one left. ROQUE. They all
turn to him. A beat.
Jensen smacks his fist on the table, excited:
Hot damn! Back with the Colonel,
doing another bid for God and
Country turned her back on us, and
God can screw. This one's for us.
And anyone who calls me "Colonel"
better be ready to take a beating
or an order. We ain't soldiers
So what's the plan, my civilian
Sleep. We start tomorrow.
We're going bird hunting.
EXT. FIJI - BLUE ISLAND SKY - DAY
A White Bell AB-139 CHOPPER glides into frame -- FLYING
over a small series of white sanded jungle islands...
It used to be so simple. A post
LOOKING UP FROM ONE ISLAND:
HOWLER MONKEYS taunt-scream up as the chopper slow-circles
over the beautiful deserted island. Outer Fijian Islands.
MAX (V.O.) (CONT'D)
As a country we spoke with one
voice, moved with one purpose. We
had a wicked boner for doing the
right thing, and now look at us!
INT. BELL AB-139 - SAME
Max wearing a Hawaiian shirt and Raybans. ZINC on his
nose, rubbing suntan lotion on his forearms. To Wade:
90 percent of the globe is tooling
up to whack us and we're too busy
losing our nerve to notice. It's
Us versus Them and right now my
money would be on them...
CAMERA DROPPING FAST out of the chopper -- SOARING DOWN
low -- TRACKING WITH a howler monkey up a PALM TREE --
Then airborne as the monkey leaps twenty feet to another.
MAX (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Wasn't it Thomas Jefferson who
once said the tree of freedom must
be watered with etcetera, etcetera?
We need to wake people up, Wade.
We need to hit them in the face,
angry up the blood, give them their
We TRACK WITH our lead monkey up to something very un-
monkey like... Something SINISTER. A metallic, trunk-
like object. Flashing lights and transponder devices...
We need to give them a ten megaton
(ala John Lee Hooker)
Boom Boom Boom Boom...
A half-millisecond breath. Then, UTTER DESTRUCTION!
A MULTI STAGED NUCLEAR SHRED BLAST -- Trees, earth, water
are sucked in then -- HURLED OUTWARDS in a series of SHOCK
WAVES and fire balls.
TSUNAMIS ERUPT, as the chopper shudders from the blast.
When the MUSHROOM CLOUD clears...
THE ENTIRE ISLAND IS GONE.
Stunned silence in the chopper. Then Max whoops like a
10 year old who's just seen the world's best fireworks
I think it's safe to say it works!
Wade, not quite as enthused. Max notices. His face falls.
Jeez, talk about hard to impress...
INT. HANGAR -- DAY
Max and Wade, stepping off the chopper as it powers down.
Max walks towards his office. Wade, calling after him:
The Company's with you on this?
Wade raises an eyebrow.
You know the drill, they don't
like to know how the sausages get
made. What do you care?
I don't. Just want to make sure
everyone gets paid.
The money's coming from our
Afghanistan operation. And what
the Company doesn't know won't
Unless they're within the blast
Max puts his hand on Wade's shoulder. Earnestly:
We're gonna saving our country,
Wade. The United States of America
will benefit greatly from what
I was born in Quebec.
Jesus, fine - we're saving North
America, does that make you happy?
Just get it done.
Max stalks away...
EXT. WHITE SANDS MISSILE RANGE, NEW MEXICO - DAY
A US ARMY HUMVEE tears PAST CAMERA, just missing a couple
of freaked out jack rabbits blast-hopping for their lives.
On perimeter patrol at 80MPH down an endless desert road...
RADIO TRANSMISSION (V.O.)
Base One, this is Cavalier 415.
Sector eight perimeter clear,
proceeding to sector nine...
INT. BLACKED OUT COMMUNICATIONS ROOM
Jensen. Radio mic. His fingers rapid tap worn keys.
(into radio; drawls)
Roger that Cav 415, we have a report
of a civilian vehicle breakdown on
U.S. 70, sector nine, grid four.
Please assist as required.
INT. ARMY HUMVEE - CONTINUOUS
Four patrol SOLDIERS. The driver throws a hard right...
Army of one, my ass. Goddamn Triple
EXT. ROUTE 70 - NEW MEXICO - LATER
A Kenworth Heavy pulled off to the side. Pooch works on
the front right tire. Sweating buckets in the desert
bake. The Humvee approaches. TWO SOLDIERS get out.
Need a hand, buddy?
Pooch looks up from his tire.
EXT. NEW MEXICO DESERT - SAME
Fifty feet off the road. A brown blanket slowly rising...
REVEAL the long black barrel of a SNIPER RIFLE.
SCOPE POV -- Colors and graphics we've never seen before.
Cougar's got his own thing going on. More Jerry Garcia
than Tom Clancy. Soldier One's THROAT is smack dab in
the middle of it. CLOSE ON COUGAR'S TRIGGER FINGER:
Slight squeeze. Silenced weapon...
EXT. NEW MEXICO DESERT - BY THE TRUCK - SAME
Soldier One slaps at the burning sting in his neck.
AAOW! Something just bit me!
He pulls a two inch TRANQ-DART off his neck.
SOLDIER 1 (CONT'D)
(staring at the dart)
The three other soldiers see the dart and LEAP out when...
FROM BEHIND THE TRUCK -- ROQUE rises ARMS OUT. Wedged in
each hand -- TWIN JET BLACK .45 CALIBER COLT STUN PISTOLS.
BLASTING AWAY... The soldiers stagger, twist and stumble
before succumbing to the Demerol. LIGHTS OUT.
INT. BLACKED OUT COMMUNICATIONS ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The sound of HEAVY IRON RELEASING as the WALLS START TO
SEPARATE, revealing we are INSIDE THE BROKEN-DOWN TRUCK.
Make the call.
Jensen taps into the military emergency band. Takes a
breath, centers himself, then...
Base One, this is Cavalier 415!
We have been in a collision with a
civilian vehicle! Carvey's dead
an' Freeman's hurt bad! He's messed
up his neck! He can't move! Oh
god, it's horrible! We need medevac
immediate! HE'S GOT KIDS, BASE
ONE, HE'S GOT KIDS!
BASE ONE (O.S.)
Roger, Cavalier 415! We're
scrambling a chopper, hang in there!
Jensen, all smiles, looks up at Clay.
Robert De Niro who?
Pooch and Roque have the four drugged soldiers laid out
on the sand. All four are clearly breathing.
Sleeping like babies.
What about their ride?
Clay steps off the trailer with a heavy duty air hoist.
TIGHT SHOTS of the air ram attached to the undercarriage
of the Humvee. The tires start to lift off the ground...
higher... Four pairs of hands start rocking the truck...
Pooch and Jensen, on one side. Quietly:
What do you think's up with that
"don't call me Colonel" stuff?
Classic loss of identity. Clay
defined himself by his place in
the military structure.
It was his way of measuring the
good he did in the world. Without
it, he's just another loser like
the rest of us.
Pooch blinks, impressed. Then:
You know there's a website where
you can download MP3's of donkeys
farting? How cool is that?
A FINAL PUSH... and the Humvee FLIPS. FROM JENSEN'S RADIO:
BASE ONE (O.S.)
Cavalier 415 this is Medevac Delta.
Be advised, we are airborne and in-
bound to your position!
All right, everyone get into
Jensen and Roque LIE ON THE GROUND by the flipped Humvee.
Lot of work to bum a ride.
Shut up, Jensen.
You shut up, Roque. You're dead,
I'm the spinal injury - Spinal
injury can talk, dead can't.
Stop talking or I'll break your
neck for real.
Seriously, you have to get more
into your role! Dead guy! No
talking! Dead guy!
Clay leans against the truck. In the distance, the faint
outline of a massive DOUBLE ROTOR TROOP TRANSPORT CHOPPER.
Here we go...
INT. CHOPPER - NEW MEXICO SKY - SAME
Behind the pilot as he moves in on the accident scene...
Base One, this is Medevac Delta.
We have visual on Cavalier 415.
EXT. CRASH SITE - NEW MEXICO DESERT - CONTINUOUS
Clay waves the chopper in. It lands on the road. TWO
EMTs leap out and race towards the fallen soldiers. The
first EMT kneels by Jensen.
Alright buddy, we're gonna get you
patched up in no time...
Y-you ever treat anyone who'd been
Sure, in Iraq. What a mess...
Jensen pulls his COLT, presses it up into the EMT's GUT.
Means you know what's coming to
you if try to play hero. Now,
lose the radio mic, Bones.
INT. CHOPPER COCKPIT - SAME
The two pilots wait behind full reflective face shields
What are they jawing about out
there? We're burning fuel--
CLACK-CLACK. The pilots turn as TWO MACHINE GUNS jam up
on them from out of the darkness. Pooch and Cougar.
You heard of car-jacked? You've
just been chopper-jacked, my man.
You're robbing the US Army?
TRANQ-TRANQ! The Pilots slump. Pooch, to Cougar:
When he says it out loud, it does
sound kinda ridiculous...
Clay pops his head in:
Where's my wild goose?
Pooch reaches in and rips the chopper's TRANSPONDER OFF...
EXT. NEW MEXICO DESERT - LATER
THE CHOPPER, now UNDER A TARP on the back of the truck
trailer. The TRANSPONDER, strapped to a SMALL ROCKET...
We're all set here. Ready to take
a giant step for... well, for
guys who steal stuff, I guess.
Jensen FIRES THE ROCKET. The transponder takes off...
Beautiful. Let 'em chase that.
FROM THE CHOPPER'S RADIO:
BASE ONE (O.S.)
Medevac Delta, this is Base One.
What's your situation, over?
Pooch gets up behind the wheel.
Time to move.
The team gets into the big double cab. Pooch fires up
the engine and the heave rig tears out onto the highway...
AFTER THEY'RE GONE -- On one of the drugged soldiers.
Trying to sit up. He looks around. WIDE: Seven soldiers
out cold on the side of the road... Alone.
INT. NEW ORLEANS WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT
Our guys are prepping. Pooch and Clay check out maps.
Cougar, in full face mask, spray paints something big.
...no, what you want is a gas
turbine generator running a force-
fed rectifier unit, hook it up to
the fuel tank...
Aisha sits, watching in silence. Jensen approaches her.
So, you grew up in the Hindu Kush,
huh? That must've been rough.
(watching the chopper)
Got any hobbies?
Aisha, never taking her eyes off the chopper:
When I was a girl, I collected
human ears. I had over three dozen
pairs when a feral dog came into
our camp one night and took them.
The dog was good eating, though.
I'm gonna go somewhere else now.
He departs. Aisha stands, walking over to the chopper.
Are small arms gonna be a problem?
Clay and Pooch look at the new girl.
It's taken care of - we lined the
hull with half inch steel plate.
Roque steps forward.
Which brings us to our next
He PULLS a DESERT EAGLE and LEVELS IT at Aisha's skull.
What's your angle in this?
Aisha just smiles. Clay, more annoyed than worried:
I'm giving you a chance to get
even. That's all you need to know.
Roque stares at Aisha. Neither backing down.
I'm gonna shoot her, Clay.
No, you're not.
Yes, I am.
He thumbs back the hammer... A TENSE MOMENT... And then
Roque lowers the gun.
She's coming with us. And if
anything feels like a set-up, I
put a bullet in her skull.
Oh, completely. Now, if you'll
excuse me, it's time for prayers.
You know, you are a sharp one--and
don't let any of these other boys
tell you different.
With that, she turns and walks away into the shadows.
Roque lowers the weapon. A beat. To Clay:
I don't like this.
I picked up on that.
I'm with Roque, man. Agency thinks
we're dead. We show up alive and
kickin', start waving our dicks
around in public, they're gonna
make it their business to bury us.
They'll call us terrorists, all
What do you think we are now?
(to all of them)
Best case scenario, this gets us
face to face with Max-
What if it doesn't? What if we
never get face to face with him.
Are you gonna be able to live with
Clay doesn't reply. A pall, cast over the guys. Finally:
Hell, let's just say it out loud...
We do this, we're declaring war on
the Central Intelligence Agency.
Silence, as the guys take this in. Then, from the corner:
They started it.
EXT. NEW ORLEANS -- ESTABLISHING -- DAY
SWOOPING DOWN over the waterways, threading our way between
buildings, past the islands slamming into
EXT. PRIVATE AIRPORT, NEW ORLEANS
A G-550, tire chalked. A fork lift removes a large VAULT-
LIKE PACKAGE from the back of the plane -- THE CARGO.
A fifteen ton ATTACK-STABILIZED CASH TRANSPORT RIG idles,
surrounded by TWENTY ASSAULT TROOPERS, loading up. Machine
guns, frag grenades, body armor.
BY THE JET -- WADE and FENNEL, our briefcase bomb friends,
talks with a G. Gordon Liddy wrinkle muscleman.
As of this moment, the truck is
designated an extraterritorial
zone of immunity. Under no
circumstances whatsoever are you
or your men to allow the package
to leave the truck before it's
secure in the compound - to do so
would be considered an act of
treason and punishable as such.
Understood and acknowledged, sir.
As the package is loaded into the MONSTER ARMORED RIG...
Ten men ride with the package and
another ten ride chase.
Ten rock hard WARRIORS in a beefed up chase van.
EXT. PRIVATE AIRPORT -- DAY
The two truck armored convoy pulls out of the private
airport and passes a parked TOWN CAR...
INT. TOWN CAR - SAME
Clay, Roque, and Jensen watch the armored trucks pass by.
Roque has a silenced long gun out as the second truck
passes. As Roque PULLS THE TRIGGER...
EXT. PRIVATE AIRPORT - CONTINUOUS
A silenced AIR BLAST -- we TRAVEL FAST with Roque's
ordinance -- SMACKING SILENT onto the rear bumper of the
lead truck. A ballistic, putty-coated recon tracker.
INT. TOWN CAR - CONTINUOUS
Jensen's laptop GPS goes hot. Green dot indicates CONVOY.
Are we wired?
Target is westbound. Heading for
Clay fires up the Town Car and follows.
AERIAL -- LOOKING DOWN as the armored cars head towards
the city. TILT UP to reveal the CRESCENT CITY CONNECTION --
eight suspended lanes spanning the Mighty Mississippi...
EXT. CRESCENT CITY CONNECTION
HIGH ANGLE -- Looking down at the bridge traffic. Sliding
into frame, buckle-harnessed and very armed --
TWO HUNDRED FEET ABOVE GROUND. Lashed into a BRIDGE
SUPPORT. He racks the bolt of his NTW-20 ANTI MATERIAL
RIFLE - a monster of a weapon with a bulky starlight scope.
As the FIRST SWAT TRUCK reaches the center of the BRIDGE --
Cougar FIRES --
And everything begins happening very fast.
The SWAT TRUCK'S nearside front wheel EXPLODES, blown
clear off the axle mount --
The wheel spins away, bounces wild, smashes a windshield --
INT. SWAT TRUCK -- FRONT CAB -- DAY
The Driver, wrestling with the wheel...
Shit, I'm losing it!
The Truck SLEWS sideways -- PLOWS into a car! The Driver
SLAMS the truck in reverse, FLOORS IT --
EXT. CRESCENT CITY CONNECTION -- DAY
Cougar FIRES AGAIN -- the other front wheel DETONATES,
and the truck's nose SLAMS down on the asphalt GRINDING
SPARKS! Going nowhere fast...
THE CHASE VAN
Screeches to a hard stop behind. SECURITY CREW OUT --
WEAPONS RAISED -- taking up DEFENSIVE POSITIONS. Ice
Form a defensive perimeter around
They're out of their minds, there's
no way off this bridge...
EXT. TOWN CAR
Now at the entrance to the bridge. Roque smiles as he
hefts an MGL-40 GRENADE LAUNCHER. FIRING...
BY THE CONVOY
THICK TEAR GAS EXPLODES in dark blues, billowing across
traffic. SECURITY MEN CHOKE, lost in the SMOKE...
Masks on! Secure the package!
Where are they? I can't see them-
COUGAR pumps a round into the EMPTY CHASE VAN -- Armor-
glass BLASTING APART, showering the roadway -- Fennel
DIVES for cover, PANICKING -- Lifts the radio to his lips:
Code RED! We are under attack!
Need Chopper Support right now!
ROQUE fires another TEAR GAS GRENADE into the melee --
CIVILIANS running and screaming -- TOTAL PANDEMONIUM --
Acknowledged, EVAC is enroute!
As the CHASE VAN is BLOWN APART behind them! Fennel trying
to orient through smoke and gas. Then, a NEW SOUND...
DEEP RUMBLING. Thick bass vibrations...
The thick tear gas being blown aside by the thunderous
twin-rotor downwash of a CHINOOK HEAVY LIFT CHOPPER!
It bellies in low, the boarding ramp already lowering...
Wade crouch-runs to the SWAT TRUCK, HAMMERING the rear
The doors BURST OPEN and the SWAT Team CRASH-ROLLS the
precious CARGO CRATE towards the Chinook's boarding ramp --
Move! Point cover! Go, go!
INT./EXT. CHINOOK HELICOPTER -- DAY
SWAT Guys laying down point cover as their comrades hustle
the crate into the Chinook's WINDOWLESS HOLD. The ramp
RISING as Fennel dives onboard as well...
BY THE CONVOY
Wade makes a "take off" sign to the Chinook pilot who
flips him a salute as THE CHINOOK LIFTS INTO THE AIR...
The ramp closing. The team and cargo safely aboard...
EXT. CRESCENT CITY CONNECTION -- UPPER SUPERSTRUCTURE
Passing Cougar's sniper-harness, which now HANGS EMPTY.
Twisting in the wind.
As we hear the rotors fade into the distance...
EXT. CRESCENT CITY CONNECTION -- DAY
Wade slumps against the burnt out wreckage of the chase
van. Sighing in relief. SILENCE. His radio crackles:
CHOPPER PILOT (V.O.)
This is Chopper Support--we are
inbound your position, ETA five
minutes! Hang in there!
As a HORRIFIED LOOK OF REALIZATION crosses Wade's face
and he stares up into the sky...
INT. CHINOOK -- WINDOWLESS HOLD -- DAY
The SWAT Guys pull off their masks and high-five. They
think they kicked ass. Fennel, reaching for the cockpit
door handle... He can't turn it.
What the hell? It's welded shut!
The windows too! We're sealed in!
INT. CHINOOK COCKPIT -- DAY
We hear the FAINT YELLING of Fennel and the Swat Guys in
the hold. The Chinook Pilot flips up his goggles to reveal --
It's POOCH! AISHA sitting co-pilot. Both grinning as
they hear the protestations from behind them...
EXT. LOUISIANA BAYOU -- EVENING
The middle of nowhere. A small clearing. Skeeters and
crickets harmonize. Clay waits with Jensen and Roque.
THE CHINOOK crests the tree line. Hovers above...
INT. CHINOOK -- WINDOWLESS HOLD -- EVENING
Fennel and the SWAT Guys try to maintain balance and
personal dignity as they stumble and fall all over each
other... The chopper SETS DOWN. The men gather
themselves. Weapons up. Checking clips, safeties off.
We're down, okay! You go the second
the ramp lowers! Hit them hard,
three round bursts, center mass!
EXT. CHINOOK -- EVENING
Aisha clambers onto the Chinook's hull, clutching a RUBBER
HOSE. Screws the end to an inlet valve marked "FIRE
RETARDANT SYSTEM". Looks down at Clay. With a grin:
Open the valve.
TIGHT ON a 3-inch turn valve. Hard hands grab and open...
INT. CHINOOK -- WINDOWLESS HOLD -- EVENING
These guys are about to get the
surprise of their lives...
Cut off as a CLEAR LIQUID begins to rain down on them
from the SPRINKLER SYSTEM...
What the hell they trying to do,
Sir, that smell! It's- gasoline!
Their EYES GO WIDE...
HYDRAULICS WHINE. The RAMP LOWERS. The gas drenched
soldiers BURST OUT, weapons up. Squinting through the
CLAY STANDS ALONE. The men fan out around him. Multiple
rifles TRAINED AT HIS HEAD from every direction. Fennel
blinks, surprised to see him alive. Nevertheless:
Eat the ground, or they blow your
I don't think so.
First and only warning, Clay!
Clay calmly LIGHTS A CIGARETTE. TIGHT ON THE BURNING
CHERRY: The soldiers, wide eyed...
Gasoline. Muzzle flash. Think
AS THAT SINKS IN -- Fennel looks like his puppy just died.
GASOLINE DRIPS from the muzzle of his own tooled up H&K
G36 assault rifle... Clay takes a long smooth drag.
Things'll kill you.
A beat... and then the fight just goes out of the SWAT
Team. They DROP THEIR GUNS and RAISE THEIR HANDS...
Good boys. Now, let's see what
kind of cargo you got in there.
Clay, no bullshit - you open that
box and we all die.
Clay steps up to him. Near nose to nose.
I'm already dead, remember?
WHAP! Clay's fist to Fennel's jaw. Knocking him cold.
TIGHT ON FENNEL as he and the Team sit bound and gagged
in the back of the Chinook. As the ramp rises, he shoots
panicked glances to Clay. The ramp closes between them.
Clay turns back to
THE CRATE on the ground in front of our guys. Pooch and
Cougar hydro-pop the locks. OPEN TO REVEAL an interior
crate. Smaller, polished steel. A TEN DIGIT numeric
KEYPAD on top, and a LOGO STAMPED on the side - GOLIATH.
Goliath the oil company?
Clay looks to Aisha.
It must be how he moves the drugs...
Great. The super evil bad guy is
in bed with the world's largest
oil company. That's just fabulous.
Pooch hefts a tire iron. Smacking it into his palm.
You want me to go ask Fennel the
Nah, I can bypass no problem.
He jacks his laptop into the keypad. A few keystrokes
Voila! Ten million dollars of
horse, comin' up!
The second crate opens...
Revealing a THERMO-NUCLEAR WARHEAD.
Our guys stand there. COMPLETELY STUNNED. Silence.
The TIMER display BLINKS ON and begins COUNTING BACK --
59, 58, 57...
Yeah. Jensen, you're up.
Jensen blinks. Still in shock...
But I'm not good with bombs...
46, 45, 44...
Nukes. That's a nuke. Who makes
nukes? Department of Defense.
DOD Mainframe. I gotta hack the
It would really be good if you
didn't talk right now- get that
casing off for me.
Pooch, staring at the warhead warily.
What if that sets it off?
Then we die thirty seconds early -
Aisha and Pooch with drills POP THE SCREWS. Lifting the
casing off the bomb housing - looking down at the
MULITITUDE OF COLORED WIRES...
I got wires - red, blue, green,
Okay, just hold position!
25, 24, 23...
There's also pink-
He's typing like the damn wind now -- IMAGES on his laptop,
FLYING PAST as he HACKS THE D.O.D...
15, 14, 13...
Are you trying to make this more
Almost... Almost... Shit!
His screen, FROZEN.
Are you kidding me?
Yes, cause this is the time for
I told you, I'm not good at bombs!
Do you have time to reboot?
9, 8, 7...
No way. They're fucked.
Okay, someone pick a color!
Pull out all the wires.
You ever hear of a clock radio
that exploded cause you unplugged
it--pull out all the wires.
With no other options POOCH DOES. The clock, STILL GOING:
3, 2, 1...
The end of the wires FIZZLE. Then NOTHING.
Opening it without the code must
have triggered the timer...
And then Roque PULLS HIS GUN. Levelling it at Aisha:
Did you know?
I just saved our lives-
Did you know?
Of course not!
Clay TURNS SUDDENLY, stalking towards the Chinook...
Where the hell are you-
INT. CHINOOK -- WINDOWLESS HOLD -- NIGHT
The Losers stand around Fennel, who's been CRYING. Urine
stain on his pants. Sniveling, spilling his guts rapidly:
Max thinks the country's lost it's
way, gone soft in the War on Terror!
This is his solution!
Clay JAMS A GUN to his temple...
He wanted us to nuke a U.S. target,
pin it on the ragheads and boom -
freedom is on the march again!
The same people who want us to
pull back will be screaming to
turn the place into a parking lot!
What was the target?
BLAM! Clay FIRES - INCHES FROM Fennel's HEAD! Fennel
The Mall of America! Christ!
They stare down at him in disbelief...
I'm serious! It's his sense of
humor! He told us we could choose
between there and Epcot Center...
A beat as our guys take this in.
Holy shit, it's like we were framed
by Dr. No...
What about Goliath?
Yeah, what would an oil company
want with the Middle East?
The ships that service their
offshore oil rigs are exempt from
US Customs! It's how Max gets the
drugs in and out of the country-
This is conspiracy theory bullshit-
It's not! There's proof!
Max's heroin operation - Goliath
keeps accounts of the shipments!
Come on, dude, they'd be morons to
keep records of shit like this-
It's on a stand-alone hard drive!
It's their insurance policy against
Max - they know he's crazy, this
way they have something on him!
So this hard drive - it contains
evidence of what Max has been doing?
Our guys exchange looks...
Can you get us this drive?
Fennel goes even paler.
I don't know where it is! They
don't let me have access! But-
Fennel goes pale when he sees Clay MOVE TOWARD HIM:
No, wait! Please don't kill-
Clay plasters DUCT TAPE over Fennel's mouth. Stepping
outside the Chinook. The others, going with him...
EXT. LOUISIANA BAYOU -- NIGHT
The Warhead, still sitting there. Nobody speaks for a
I say we hit Goliath headquarters.
And do what - go after this non-
existent hard drive?
We find out if it exists. If it
does, we steal it and trade it for
Roque stares at him.
That's your plan?
You got a better one?
Max gives us back our lives or we
upload the data to the net, show
the American people what's being
done in their names.
Why risk our lives again when we
already have something to trade?
He gestures to the WARHEAD. Clay, shocked.
You want to give it back to him?
I want to at least discuss it before
signing up for another suicide
mission on the say-so of some flunky-
It's not happening.
Roque blinks at Clay's abruptness. Pissed.
So you want to take down Goliath
now? Then who? McDonald's?
American Airlines? Microsoft?
You don't want Max to pay?
I want my life back! This is
supposed to be us getting clear -
not saving the world!
We're not the goddamn good guys
anymore! I love you guys, but I
had a life before this shit, and I
sure as hell am not going to risk
getting it back because you came
down with a case of the Dudley
Don't raise your voice at me-
I will raise whatever the hell I
want - you got a death wish because
you got beat by a voice on a radio-
WHAP! Clay throws a STRAIGHT RIGHT to Roque's jaw! Roque,
surprised and staggered by the blow... Then he SMILES
through the blood, DRAWING A KNIFE:
I'm gonna cut your head off...
This got serious quick. Pooch steps between them.
A really dangerous beat...
Clay and Roque, full on eyefucking one another...
On Aisha - she seems to be DIGGING IT... Broken by:
I say we hit Goliath. Jensen?
She doesn't get a vote-
(staring at Roque)
Silence. Roque, ODD MAN OUT. His fingers tighten around
the handle of the knife...
Put it away...
A long beat... and Roque slides the knife back into it's
SCABBARD. Clay, staring at him:
You want your life back, you're
gonna have to steal it. We hit
them in two days.
He stalks away. Roque glowers. Heads the other direction.
Don'tcha hate it when Mom and Dad
Cougar grunts in response.
So what do we do about the nuke?
Did I just actually say that?
On Aisha. A smile forming...
I have an idea...
INT. NEW ORLEANS POLICE DEPARTMENT -- DAY
The DESK SERGEANT sips a cup of coffee. Doing the Sunday
crossword. Poorly. A quiet afternoon...
A HUB-BUB outside. Rising voices.
Holy- Sarge, come quick!
The Sergeant rises, and we follow him through the station
towards the front doors. Moving faster and more nervously
as the NOISE OUTSIDE GROWS. Finally stepping out into
EXT. NEW ORLEANS POLICE DEPARTMENT -- DAY
The street where a CROWD has gathered. Lookie-loos with
camcorders. The Sergeant pushes through them to find
FENNEL. Eyes wide with fear. DUCT TAPED TO THE WARHEAD.
A SIGN hangs around his neck that reads Death to America!
in big cheery letters and has a SMILEY FACE on it...
INT. SMOKED UP ASIAN BAR -- BACK ROOM -- DAY
The image of FENNEL tied to the bomb, broadcast on the
THAI NEWS on a black and white TV. Wade squints at it.
That's gonna be a quick trial...
Wonderful guy, salt of the earth,
he'll be missed--who took my bomb,
You're not gonna like it...
Because I've been such a fan of
how things have gone up till now?
Wade shrugs and slides some PHOTOS across the table to
him. SCREEN-GRABS from TRAFFIC CAMERAS -- CLAY, ROQUE,
and JENSEN in the towncar during the heist. A long beat...
Who the hell are these people?
Colonel Clay and his unit. You
had them killed three years ago?
I also had several African nations
overthrown three years ago, I'm a
The Jamal al-Fadhil situation?
Okay, they need to get dead. Get
me a six man fire team ready in
So what's the plan?
What's the plan? The plan is -
get me a six man fire team ready
in twelve hours.
Are we now clear on the plan or do
you want to try a third go-around?
Because what I'm going to need you
to do is get me a six man fire
team ready in twelve hours. You
get that, right?
I get it.
Wade heads for the door...
Wade turns back. Max, SMILING:
We're gonna need a new bomb.
INT. NORTH DELHI - PRIVATE HANGAR - DAY
Wade waits as FOUR INDIAN MEN climb out of LIMO. The
first we recognize as one of the scientists that Wade did
not throw out the window. The other three: INDIAN TOUGH
GUYS. The scientist got smart, brought some MUSCLE.
We appreciate you meeting us in a
single story facility.
I look at that entire incident as
your standard "getting to know"
each other business orientation.
I agree. Now that we know each
other, know, please, that if you
come near me with any more of that
Yankee Doodle tough guy bullshit,
you will be fed to my dogs.
Small smile from Wade.
Fair enough, Doc. Can we now move
past the verbal aggression and get
into some business?
You want another device. One
billion dollars is now the price.
One billion dollars cash.
Wade stares at the scientist.
That's going to be difficult.
Life the way you people want to
live it is very difficult, Mr.
Wade. You want less difficult
move to my country, study Hinduism.
Meditate. Cultivate serenity.
Much less difficult. You want to
buy atomic bombs... I'm afraid
that is a more difficult way of
And he smiles...
EXT. HIGHWAY - NORTH OF DELHI - LATER
Wade drives in a Jeep, heading back to the city.
He wants one billion in cash.
INTERCUT WITH MAX in the SMOKED UP ASIAN BAR:
That's a lot of a paper routes...
Can we swing it?
Not even close.
Won't give it to us willingly...
You get that six man team together
like I asked?
Change of plans. Kill them.
Or fire them, whichever's easier.
Honestly? Firing them.
Fine, fine, I'm not a detail guy.
What I need- wait. Did you give
them intel on Clay's people?
Aaaand we're back to killing them.
Fine, I'll kill them - what are we
Touchy, touchy. Jeez, what are
you related to them?
Actually, one of them, yes.
(he's had it)
A brother-in-law, I said I'd kill
him, what are we doing?
It's not what we're doing, it's
what Clay is going to do for us...
And that is?
Get us our billion dollars...
INT. OUTSIDE HOUSTON - BEAT TO SHIT MOTEL ROOF - NIGHT
Clay. Sitting on his bed. Shirt off. Going over
schematics - GOLIATH WORLD HEADQUARTERS. A KNOCK on Clay's
door. He gets up, checks the eye hole. Opens it. AISHA.
I was just going over the plan.
She looks at him. Sexual. Predatory.
You want to go over the plan?
She steps into the room towards him. Reaching for her:
Let's go over the plan...
EXT. HOTEL ROOM BALCONY -- NIGHT
Clay and Aisha. After. Looking out at the city.
So, what really happened to you in
Clay looks over at her. Down at the TEDDY BEAR tattoo...
And shakes his head.
That's not for you.
She traces her fingers over it...
Why do you want Max dead?
Aisha, taken aback by the suddenness of the question.
He's a bad man. Isn't that enough?
A beat. She looks at him.
When you tell me about Afghanistan?
I'll tell you about Max.
Fine. It's hot. There's lots of
sand. Your turn.
Aisha smiles at this. Shaking her head.
Why were you alone when I found
That takes Clay off guard. Looking out at the city.
The guys got sick of it.
Sick of what?
Of hearing about Max. Of hearing
me say we had to do something when
there wasn't anything to do. They
wanted to be around their families.
Jensen has a sister. Pooch has a
wife and daughters.
And he hasn't told them he is alive?
Would you? The people you loved
the most, would you put them in
that kind of danger?
Aisha, side-stepping the question:
So Roque has no one.
He's got me.
And you have...
Enough hate to get us both through
the day. He stuck with me when no
one else would. And I ain't the
easiest guy to stick with.
Aisha studies him.
If you two really fought, he would
kill you, I think.
I'm almost sure of it.
Because you care what happens to
the others. You wouldn't put them
at risk to save yourself.
And you think that's a weakness.
I know it is. Law of the jungle.
We're not in the jungle.
She looks at him.
Oh, yes we are...
INT. VAN -- MORNING
Idling. Blacked out windows. Pooch behind the wheel,
Cougar shotgun, Roque in back. Back door slides open and
Clay and Aisha enter. Together. It doesn't go unnoticed.
Well, that's just great.
That's it. Fed up, Pooch SHUTS THE ENGINE like dad in
the family truckster.
We're not going anywhere until you
two squash this shit.
Pooch, we're on a schedule here-
Pooch takes the keys out of the ignition and folds his
arms. Clay sighs. Looks over to Roque. A beat. Then:
Sorry I hit you.
A longer beat...
Sorry I threatened to cut your
Verrrry good. Now don't you two
CLAY AND ROQUE
I don't give a shit, I do.
(starts the van)
Now, let's go watch Jensen single-
handedly knock over the largest
oil company on the planet...
EXT DOWNTOWN HOUSTON -- DAY
Houston, Texas. ESTABLISHING: Skyscrapers. One large
one stands out -- The GOLIATH HEADQUARTERS TOWER.
JENSEN heads towards the building. Street bicycle, bike
shorts, messenger bag. He's disguised as a Bike Messenger.
I got jungle fever, you've got
jungle fever, we've got jungle
fever, we're in love...
INT. GOLIATH TOWER -- RECEPTION -- DAY
Jensen enters the reception area singing. Moves to the
receptionist desk. A PRETTY RECEPTIONIST answering phones.
...she's gone black-boy crazy,
I've gone white-girl hazy, ain't
no thinking maybe, we're in love...
He looks down at the Receptionist...
Yo! Package for Henderson!
The Receptionist looks up. She's on the phone, distracted:
Excuse me one moment-
I'll take that, thank you.
No can do, chica, gotta put it in
his hands. He's gotta sign.
(back on phone)
I'm sorry--could you say that again?
Babydoll, I'm on the clock here!
The Receptionist looks up at Jensen, not particularly
amused. She points towards the elevators.
Forty fifth floor.
INT. ELEVATOR -- GOLIATH TOWER -- CONTINUOUS
TIGHT ON JENSEN as the elevator doors close on him.
I got jungle fever, you've got
jungle fever, we've got jungle
fever, we're in love...
INT. ELEVATOR / HENDERSON'S OFFICE - GOLIATH TOWER
Alone, Jensen opens the messenger bag. REVEAL A SUIT.
Pre-set, ready to slide on over his bike clothes. Dials
a cell phone while he dresses super fast.
Mr. Henderson, please.
INTERCUT WITH HENDERSON'S OFFICE:
A SECRETARY sitting in the outer office.
Who's calling, please?
JENSEN - DRESSING IN THE ELEVATOR:
Richard Hertz from Internal
One moment, please...
JENSEN, PANTSLESS, as the elevator STOPS. The 25th FLOOR.
The DOORS OPEN. Two SECRETARIES about to enter the
elevator freeze at the sight of PANTSLESS JENSEN.
The ladies stare at Jensen. He calculates their gazes.
Liking the angle of the dangle?
DOORS SHUT before they can protest...
INT. HENDERSON'S OFFICE
HENDERSON, a middle aged mid-level manager reaches for
his phone as the secretary looks on from her desk.
This is Henderson.
INTERCUT WITH JENSEN IN ELEVATOR
Good afternoon, Mr. Henderson,
Richard Hertz from Internal
Security. If you'd be kind enough
to make your way down to the lobby?
Uh... Can I ask what this is about?
Jensen is just about dressed.
It's a matter of a somewhat
sensitive nature involving an
individual exposing himself to
women in the elevators--best
discussed in person. If you'd
just head on down...
EXT. HALLWAY BY ELEVATORS -- CONTINUOUS
Henderson plods into his elevator. As the DOORS CLOSE on
his elevator, the DOORS OPEN on the SECOND ELEVATOR.
JENSEN, suited and pressed, steps out. Briefcase in hand.
INT. HENDERSON'S OUTER OFFICE
Jensen enters, looking down at Henderson's secretary.
Hi, I'm Skippy from tech support.
Is Henderson around? I'm supposed
to install a firewall on his system-
Oh, you just missed him by like
two seconds. Can you come back in
like an hour or so?
Jensen checks his watch. Big sigh.
Oooooh - no can do. Upstairs
breathing down my neck. They want
security upgraded for the senior
managers all of a sudden.
Jensen, already moving into HENDERSON'S OFFICE:
Five minutes and I'll be out of
INT. HENDERSON'S OFFICE
QUICK TIGHT SHOTS OF JENSEN doing what Jensen does best:
Tearing into Henderson's computer. FROWNING...
Henderson's secretary reaching for her phone...
BACK IN HENDERSON'S OFFICE:
Jensen checking his download. Smiles at the Secretary,
then looks back to he screen. Pressing his RADIO
According to this, the drive exists,
INTERCUT WITH THE VAN: Clay shoots a look at Roque.
Is it in the building?
No, somewhere off-site. It's gotta
be a remote location, stand-alone.
I'm checking their security logs--
wherever they've detailed the most
guys is probably where it'll be...
FROM BEHIND JENSEN:
SECURITY GUARD 1 (O.S.)
Jensen turns. He's face to face with a solid looking
SECURITY OFFICER. He tries a smile:
SECURITY GUARD 1 (CONT'D)
Show me some ID. Real easy.
Jensen stands up, holding his briefcase.
Whoa! Take it easy. You're the-
WHAM! Jensen SMASHES his metal briefcase across the
security guard's face! The guard is unconscious before
he hits the ground. Keying his RADIO EARPIECE:
Get me out of here, Clay...
There's a fire exit thirty yards
north of your position.
Jensen, heading for it...
BIG SECURITY 1 (O.S.)
Freeze like a statue, pretty boy!
Jensen slow turns to find THREE GUNS trained straight at
him. Major security. These guys look extremely competent.
I'm warning you, man, I'm a lethal
Jensen turns on the big fellah.
It was this secret government
project. They did stuff to me.
Spooky stuff. Anal stuff. Turned
me into a dangerous Telekinetic.
(wiggles index fingers)
As the old saying goes - you don't
start none... there won't be none.
Big Security moves in on Jensen with a pair of handcuffs.
BIG SECURITY 1
Telekinetic your way out of this...
Jensen RAISES HIS RIGHT HAND at the guard. Fingers cocked
like a gun aimed at the guard's Kevlar covered vest.
The guard is HIT HARD, BLASTED BACKWARDS off his feet!
Screaming in pain, he goes down. Jensen spins, aims his
left fingers at the SECOND GUARD...
...and the second guard is blown backwards too, KEVLAR
VEST SMOKING. Moaning:
BIG SECURITY 2
You broke my ribs...
Jensen - Fingers levelled at the THIRD GUARD...
Please- d-don't shoot...
TIGHT ON JENSEN: Full Dirty Harry.
Face down, or I'll make your hearts
stop beating with my mind.
They comply. Jensen looks down at them. Smiles. Then
slowly turns looking out the FLOOR TO CEILING GLASS
WINDOWS. Makes the "OK" sign out the window.
TIGHT ON THE CIRCLE OF JENSEN'S OK FINGER SIGN:
Three tight bullet holes in the glass. SMASH ZOOM out
the window, 500 yards to a neighboring office tower...
INT. NEIGHBORING OFFICE BUILDING - HOUSTON - SAME
Rifle, still smoking. Hat low, the ever vigilant COUGAR.
INT. HANGAR OFFICE -- DAY
Max, on the phone. SPEAKING JAPANESE. Wade pokes his
head in. Hands him a note -- GOLIATH JUST GOT HIT.
Max cups his hand over the receiver, as the voice on the
other end prattles on. To Wade:
By your boys?
They're not "my boys". I don't
like this. I say we grab Clay and
kill the rest.
If you can find them-
There's something in his voice. Max looks at him.
Intrigued. Holds up a finger - let me finish up here.
(into phone; JAPANESE)
(hangs up; to Wade)
Why, Mr. Wade... methinks you
have a secret.
Okay. Put a fire team together.
You're sure? You're not going to
call me in two hours and have me
(off Max's look)
I'm on it...
INT. WAREHOUSE -- DAY
The team gathers around as Jensen downloads the Goliath
security specs off his computer.
Everything on Goliath - security,
personnel history, the works.
Aisha's brow furrows at this. Only we notice.
Where's the drive being kept?
Jensen spins the laptop around to show them GRAPHICS OF
Port of New York, baby. Total
stand alone facility, and they're
spending 30K a day on onsite
security - you don't drop that
kinda green to just guard oil.
What are we up against?
Let me check, I--oh, shit...
What's "oh, shit"?
Jensen looks up at them. Softly:
They've hired Par-Sec.
A beat. This clearly means something bad to all of them.
Paradigm Security Services. Ex-
Basically guys like Cougar but
without the warm and cuddly side.
Cougar just glowers.
Goliath must have brought them in
after we hit their truck...
Silence as they ponder the significance of a Par Sec
Our drive is being guarded by
military trained, trigger repressed,
blood thirsty, stone cold killers...
Am I the only one who's thinking
maybe we just chill out and go to
Comb that drive for every last
scrap of info. We're on a plane
for New York tomorrow...
INT. BEAT TO SHIT MOTEL ROOM - LATE NIGHT
Clay's room again. Knock at the door again. Aisha again.
She covers his mouth with hers...
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Jensen and Pooch sitting at a table. Both with laptops.
Jensen tapping his keys. Roque enters, carrying a coffee.
Stops short, seeing the others. Surprised.
Thought you guys'd be back at the
Me neither. Grabbed a coffee from
the machine - you want one?
He slides into a chair.
You won't believe how detailed
these files are. Every Goliath
executive they've ever insured,
their policies, their payouts-
What's the biggest payout?
Gotta be wrongful death...
Pretty much what we're gonna be
What are you doing up?
Jensen hacked a satellite for me
The hell you need a satellite for?
Pooch shows him the screen of his computer - RECORDED
VIDEO from earlier in the day. An OVERHEAD VIEW of a
Playground - POOCH'S DAUGHTERS PLAYING. They both watch
for a bit. The only sound, Jensen's typing. Then:
When we first went over in 2001,
Jolene and my oldest Tina wanted
to do the yellow ribbon thing,
right? Only problem was there was
no yellow ribbon to be found - all
the stores had been cleaned out.
No doubt. And Tina's four at the
time, and what she can't understand
is why the ribbon's gotta be yellow.
So Jolene sings her the song, right?
To show her where the idea comes
from. And when she's all done,
Tina, four years old, looks my
wife dead in her eye and says
"that's the dumbest song I ever
So my wife and my four year old
ended up tying a frilly purple
ribbon round the old oak tree in
our yard to bring Daddy home...
Thought that counts, right?
Jolene dated a guy last summer.
Didn't turn into anything and I
sure as hell can't blame her, but
that man was in my house, Roque.
I know you're not a hundred percent
on this op, but if it can get me
back to them...
I hear you, man.
A moment between them. Broken by:
Okay, biggest payout on a Goliath
exec ever - 14 million and it was
wrongful death - Vice President of
Operations in Afghanistan, three
years ago, paid to his daughter...
HE TRAILS OFF IN SHOCK. Looking to Pooch and Roque:
We're going to need to drive fast...
INT. BEAT TO SHIT MOTEL ROOM - LATE NIGHT
Clay and Aisha, in bed. After. She traces her fingers
along his Teddy Bear tattoo. Clay looks down at her.
She gives him a smile. Mixing just the right amount of
sensitivity and curiosity...
You really want to know about
INT. VAN (MOVING) -- NIGHT
As Pooch TEARS through the Texas streets:
You think she's gonna kill him?
POOCH AND ROQUE
(various versions of)
Uh-uh. No way.
Yeah, I think so too...
INT. BEAT TO SHIT MOTEL ROOM - LATE NIGHT
And this man you found in the
basement - he was your true target?
Max's true target. Yeah.
And you spoke with him?
He knew we were off mission. He
knew Max wanted him dead...
Did he beg?
The man in the basement. Did he
beg for his life?
He begged to die--why are you asking
Aisha smiles, trying to recover but --
WHAM! The door SPLINTERS INWARDS and --
Roque and Pooch behind him, GUNS DRAWN. Aisha's hand
dips into her purse and comes up with a GUN faster than
you can spit -- MEXICAN STAND-OFF TIME:
She's his daughter, Clay! The guy
in the basement's daughter and
she's got a gun and it's pointed...
(realizing; not happy)
...at my dick! Her gun is pointed
at my dick!
Would you rather I pointed it at
I know it makes no sense, but
Aisha ADJUSTS, pointing it at his head. As she does, the
bedsheet falls away from her UPPER BODY.
We don't see the goods, but our guys in the doorway do.
Aisha watches them. CLOSE ON THEIR EYES. Nobody moves.
Nobody breathes. And then...
Jensen's eyes FLICK DOWNWARD. Just for a millisecond but
Aisha pulls the trigger.
BOOM! Jensen, falls back screaming, HIT IN THE SHOULDER --
Aisha, moving and firing, running for the bathroom nude --
The guys UNLOADING AT HER -- she dives through the doorway --
HOLES PUNCHED IN THE WALL behind Clay's head as she RETURNS
FIRE through the drywall -- Clay, diving to the floor
below the crossfire -- Aisha kicks the BATHROOM DOOR SHUT --
And suddenly EVERYONE'S RELOADING.
Silence as clips are slapped into weapons until...
TAPS HIS EAR. They stop. Listening... CHOPPERS.
Shit, she's got back-up!
Clay pulls on his pants and they run for the door...
EXT. MOTEL -- SECOND FLOOR -- NIGHT
...smack into COUGAR who points into the sky -- TWO HEAVILY
ARMED COBRAS, searchlights on, headed for the motel. And
again with that one important word:
The FIRST COBRA OPENS UP with it's AUTOMATIC CANNON. The
BULLETS CHEWING UP the far side of the CHEAP TWO STORY
MOTEL! Our guys VAULT the railing, sprinting to the van...
INT. VAN -- NIGHT
POOCH, sliding behind the wheel as the others pile in...
Go, go, go!
Pooch hits the gas before his door is even shut. As they
PEEL OUT of the PARKING LOT -- The STRAFING hits the GAS
MAIN -- WHOOMP! Half the motel SWALLOWED in a FIREBALL...
Think that got her?
She ain't that lucky. Jensen,
My dick remains unshot!
Roque, looking out the back window:
Here they come...
Sure enough, the COBRAS are now tracking the VAN.
Spotlights, swinging towards them...
The asphalt behind them ERUPTS. CANNON-FIRE blowing HUGE
CHUNKS OF ROAD into the sky! SCREAMING over the SOUND:
Somebody shoot something!
Cougar HEFTS HIS RIFLE. Setting up shop in the back.
Sighting the choppers through his scope. Jensen, excited,
and a little delirious from blood loss:
I think Cougar's got a plan! Coug,
do you have a plan?
(to the others)
He's got a plan!
(trying to steer)
Stop yelling at the sniper!
THROUGH THE SCOPE -- Cougar sights the TAIL ROTOR of the
chopper on the left... Smiles, PRESSES THE TRIGGER...
And we see how one bullet can bring down two helicopters.
The bullet strikes the tail rotor DEAD CENTER -- it SHORTS
and spins off -- sending the chopper itself into a spin --
COLLIDING with it's TWIN CHOPPER on the right -- they
both twist and hink up -- their ROTORS SLICING INTO EACH
OTHER -- both FINALLY CAREENING ONTO THE FREEWAY BEHIND
Our guys. Driving away from the carnage of two exploding
Cobra Helicopters splattered across the road...
EXT. LEAR JET 550 (FLYING) -- DAY
Coming in for LANDING...
INT. LEAR JET 550 -- DAY
As it taxis towards a HANGAR. Max straightens his suit.
Wade on the phone, frowning. Bad news. He flips the
phone shut. To Max:
They got away.
(off Wade's look)
We know exactly where they're going,
Wade. Port of New York, for their
big final awesome stand against
the forces of evil where they die.
He claps Wade and the shoulder and heads down the steps...
INT. HANGAR -- DAY
...where the TWO INDIAN SCIENTISTS wait. The Indian THUG
CREW has been beefed-up to about TEN BIZARRE LOOKING,
BLACK SUITED TOUGH GUYS.
Do you have the money?
Jesus, always with the money! So
impersonal! How are you? How
have you been?
I recently attended the funeral of
my best friend who you had thrown
out a window. How have you been?
Can't complain. I'm thinking of
getting satellite radio in my car...
I think you're a freak. Too much
Ronald McDonald. Too much fantasy
Max smiles and spreads his arms...
Hey, I'm all about the bombs, baby.
We have your ordinance. You have
twenty four hours to get the money.
Max looks over to Wade.
Time to go make a withdrawal...
As he turns back to the plane...
New change of plan. You stay.
I've got to go get your money.
He'll get your money. You stay
A PAUSE as Max contemplates this little twist.
God, are you short.
Twenty three hours, fifty nine
Max looks at Wade.
Get it done.
Wade heads for the jet. Max watches him go. As Wade
boards the jet Max takes a big sigh. For the first time,
looks like a guy who might not be quite as sure of things
as he would like. Max Looks back to the Short Scientist.
How much do you weigh? Seriously.
I do not think you are funny.
Where the hell is my bomb?
The Short Scientist points to a large flatbed pick-up. A
HEAVY TARPED BOMB LIKE PACKAGE strapped to the back.
You do not get it till I get the
For a guy who's all about
transcending materialism, you talk
about money so much!
If you keep talking, Pop-Amm will
cut your mouth out of your face.
INT. MEDICAL SUPPLY STORE -- NIGHT
After business hours. A WINDOW SMASHES. Roque climbs
inside. Goes to the front and unlocks it for the others,
who carry a BLEEDING JENSEN in. They lay him on a table.
She burned us, Clay.
The whole op is compromised-
Hey, fallen comrade here! Blood
flowing out of his body...
Precious, precious blood...
Cougar nods. Gathers gauze, needle, thread, and a WOODEN
DOWEL. Comes over as Jensen looks at the last one.
What's that for?
Cougar SHOVES IT BETWEEN JENSEN'S TEETH as an answer...
So we split up again. Right?
Clay doesn't respond...
Goddammit, Clay, whatever she knows,
Max knows! It's over!
His words echo through the room.
JENSEN SCREAMS through the dowel as Cougar sews him up...
This is how low they've sunk. Clay finally looks up.
Okay. We split up. Some of us
should go international. I'll do
that if nobody else wants to-
So we just run again?
Clay turns to him.
There's nothing else we can do...
There's something we can do.
Three years is enough. If there's
a drive at that port that we can
use to get clear-
What part of "he knows we're coming
for it" do you not get? They're
gonna be waiting for us. Par-Sec
is gonna waiting for us...
So figure out a way around them;
you're good at that shit, Clay!
He turns, addressing all of them:
We run now, we're gonna be running
forever. This is our one chance
to get our lives back...
To steal them back. And I'm
prepared to do anything to any one
to make that happen.
He looks Clay dead in the eye.
Never play a longshot, you're never
A long beat. Clay, not breaking his look with Roque:
Pooch, what's the minimum time to
scout the patrols, get an accurate
head count on-site at the Port?
48 hours, but Aisha knows that-
So we hit them in twelve.
Roque smiles. Pooch blinks.
Twelve hours from now? You mean--
you want us to go in blind?
Last thing they'll expect...
Yeah, cause it's dumb.
Jensen's already got the layout,
and Cougar can spot on site. Right?
Cougar nods. He's in.
Yeah, cause gettin' shot is
awesome, I'm totally up for doing
He gives a weak thumbs-up. In. All that's left is
Pooch, struggling with the decision...
Last time we went in blind on an
op, we lost everything...
A beat. Pooch looks up.
So let's go get it back.
EXT. NEW YORK HARBOR -- DAWN
ESTABLISHING. The harbor is enormous. A small TWIN
HURRICANE BOAT cuts through the morning waves. Half mile
from the Goliath docks. At the controls, Clay and Roque.
THROUGH CLAY'S BINOCULARS:
GOLIATH EMPLOYEES going about their business, preparing
for a tanker docking. All seems normal until we look a
bit closer: FOUR-MAN Par Sec security patrols. Bomb
sniffing DOGS. Two Cobra ATTACK CHOPPERS.
A GOLIATH TANKER approaches from behind. Roque looks
back at the tanker. Not answering - he seems to have
something on his mind.
Clay drops the twin throttles and spins the speed boat
towards the APPROACHING TANKER. Several TUGS and SECURITY
LAUNCHES are maneuvering around it...
INT. SECURITY LAUNCH - NEW YORK HARBOR
Clay and Roque approach one of the launches from behind.
Climbing aboard. They take the two SECURITY MEN from
behind with TASERS, then strip off their outer gear,
revealing PAR-SEC UNIFORMS.
We're in. Status.
EXT. GOLIATH TERMINAL - PERIMETER STREET
A block off the front gate. A blacked out Chevy van.
Pooch sits behind the wheel. Ready for exfiltration.
The Pooch is good.
Cougar, squelch if you're in
EXT. GOLIATH TERMINAL - SHORELINE
A drainage pipe with a thick security cage covering it.
We PUSH IN HARD, reveal a small opening cut in the cage
it -- THROUGH the opening -- FIRE 70 FEET into the pipe --
through a second opening -- down another long pipe and
SLAM UP HARD ON COUGAR. Crouched BELOW the terminal.
Looking up through a grilled man hole at Par-sec Guards.
EXT. NEW YORK HARBOR
Clay and Roque dock their Launch and hop out. Blending
in perfectly with the Par-Sec Guards.
Jensen, we're coming. You ready?
INT. GOLIATH SHIPPING ROOM - SAME
A huge shipping room with hundreds of crates. We push in
on a LARGE WOODEN CRATE. The side of the crate STARTS TO
FLEX... and SPLINTERS as Jensen breaks out of his box!
And the crowd goes wild...
INT. / EXT. GOLIATH - SHIPPING ROOM DOOR
Clay and Roque approach. Knock. From the inside, Jensen
leaning up against the door.
What's the password?
Open the door before we kill you.
Jensen opens the door. Clay and Roque quickly move in.
Drive should be in the Computer
Room, two skylights over.
Roque and I will set the charges
here but we won't detonate until
you have the drive.
You can't settle for stealing the
drive, you gotta blow up Goliath's
What can I say, I hold a grudge.
Jensen nods. Knows how important his job is. Heading
for a ladder. Clay and Roque begin to set CHARGES
throughout the room...
Be ready to move the second Cougar
hits the fire alarm...
EXT. GOLIATH TERMINAL - DAY
Cougar avoiding security. SCALING A LARGE OIL TANK, taking
up a sniper position on top of it...
ACROSS THE TERMINAL
Jensen hopping rooftop to rooftop...
Cougar in full sniper fire position. His sights dead on:
A MASTER FIRE ALARM -- 300 yards down. His RADIO CRACKLES:
Guys, we got a problem...
EXT. GOLIATH TERMINAL - PERIMETER STREET
Pooch in the van, seeing through BINOCULARS...
And he is. Being given a TOUR by PAR-SEC GUARDS...
INT. GOLIATH SHIPPING ROOM
Are you kidding me?
No. I say we roll.
EXT. GOLIATH ROOFTOPS
Jensen, by a MIRRORED SKYLIGHT (so you can't see down
into the room). Attaching a HARNESS to his waist...
I'm above the computer room, maybe
thirty seconds from the drive...
INT. GOLIATH SHIPPING ROOM
Clay, listening through the radio:
Wade's headed your way - last chance
to get the duck out of Fodge...
Something's not right. Something...
FROM OFF CAMERA:
Roque, standing in front of a HUGE CARGO CONTAINER.
I think you should see this.
Roque's got the doors of the container opened that he's
looking in. Clay approaches...
Jensen, finally ready to hit the computer room, GENUFLECTS
once for luck...
INT. GOLIATH SHIPPING ROOM
Clay and Roque staring...
You think... Aisha?
THE CONTAINER -- Top to bottom, completely loaded with
fresh minted stack BUNDLES OF CASH. More physical money
than we have ever seen. By a lot. Ever. Then:
No. Not Aisha.
Clay turns to him as -- WHAM! -- a CROWBAR SMASHES DOWN
on his head! Roque, gripping it, looking down at Clay...
You know, for a revenge driven
conspiracy nut, you're pretty
Jensen, leaping through the SKYLIGHT... SMASHING DOWN
through the GLASS...
INT. "COMPUTER ROOM"
...And landing in an EMPTY ROOM.
No computers. No stand-alone drives. No nothing. Except
for PAR-SEC GUARDS with weapons trained at his head...
INT. CHEVY VAN - GOLIATH TERMINAL
Pooch sitting in the van, into the radio:
Jensen, you get it? Jensen?
Does not see the FIVE PAR-SEC SOLDIERS moving in on his
car, long guns up and out...
EXT. GOLIATH OIL TANK - SAME
Cougar flexed and aimed. Scope locked in on the fire
alarm... CLICK! Safety off on a gun pressed to his
temple. Fuck. He LAYS DOWN THE GUN and puts his hands
behind his head. Furious at himself for GETTING CAUGHT...
INT. GOLIATH SHIPPING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
From the shadows, WADE ENTERS. Clay looks up at him.
Hello, Clay. Been awhile.
Head wounds bleed bad. The crowbar caused a mother of a
gusher on Clay. He wipes blood from his eyes. Manages:
After the truck. I got tired of
waiting for you to save us, so I
up and saved myself. Reached out
like I said and cut a deal - I set
this up, I go free.
He begins walking around Clay as he talks.
You gave me no choice. It was
always gonna end like this, Clay.
Us captured or dead. It was always
a dead end. You made sure of it.
Not bullshit. You were gonna keep
planning missions and ways to hit
Max until it got us all killed.
Yes, Clay. Yes. Only difference
with this situation is at least I
get to walk away.
We all could have walked... used
Don't you get it yet? There is no
drive. There never was...
Wade BEGINS LAUGHING. Clay looks like he's been slapped.
Fennel made it up to save himself.
When I told Wade, he planted the
info at Goliath to lead you here.
Clay stares at him.
You really thought there was a
happy ending coming? Pooch was
gonna get his family back, we were
gonna get to be soldiers again?
(leans down; softly)
We lost the moment we went off
mission. This is just the logical
conclusion of that playing out.
You didn't want to hear it.
You just wanted your revenge.
Your face-to-face with the big bad
wolf. I'm sorry, buddy, but it's
the way of the world...
Roque straightens back up, shaking his head:
Guys like us don't beat guys like
In the corner, Wade nods at this. Behind him, A LARGE
SEMI pulls up to the CASH CONTAINER. Over the following,
a hydraulic lift hoists the cash container onto the truck:
Kill me now... Maybe you live
Oh, we're not gonna kill you.
Someone's gotta get away with the
cash. Your crew? I'm definitely
wasting them. But you?
He nods to the HYDRO-WINCH slowly lowering the CASH
CONTAINER onto the flat bed, with a smile...
You're about to steal a billion
dollars from the Central
Clay stares at daggers at both of them.
It's for our replacement nuke.
When a billion goes missing, people
tend to ask who took it.
Max really does love to frame you...
Several Par-Sec Guards arrive. Wade points to Clay:
Take him away. Drop him in Newark.
I'll see you at Turner Airfield.
The Guards handcuff Clay and drag him to his feet. Pushing
him towards the door. As he hustled past Roque:
They stop. Roque looks at his old friend.
I'm sorry it had to end this way.
Clay stares back at him.
You're going to die very badly.
The guards hustle Clay out the door...
EXT. GOLIATH TERMINAL - DAY
PAR-SEC GUARDS lead the Pooch, Jensen, and Cougar towards
the far end of the terminal. Each, bound. Cougar looks
up to see a separate set of Guards leading CLAY the
opposite way. Their eyes connect - both knowing:
(answering the question)
Cougar lowers his head, sadly. Clay's pushed into A TRUCK.
The Guards take Pooch, Jensen, and Cougar BEHIND A
WAREHOUSE. Looking at each other. Knowing, this is the
end of the line. The Lead Guard RACKS HIS MACHINE GUN.
On your knees.
Pooch SPITS AT HIM. The Lead Guard calmly SHOOTS HIM in
Pooch SCREAMS. Falls. The Par-Sec boys force Cougar and
Jensen down too, CLUBBING THEM with their rifles. Pooch
looks up at his assailant. Gasps through the pain:
Get on with it...
The Lead Guard smiles. Looks to Cougar, who's shredding
his skin to the bone trying to claw out of the cuffs...
That's a nice hat.
He steps forward to take it, but Cougar is too quick for
the man, MOVING HIS HEAD AWAY. He reaches for Cougar
again. Again, Cougar evades. The guards laugh at their
colleague, who continues trying to grab Cougar's hat.
The Lead Guard has had enough of Cougar's antics.
Levelling the rifle at his head...
LEAD GUARD (CONT'D)
Don't really care of there's a
hole in it. One wash, good as...
What are you smiling at?
Cougar's nods past him...
As the Guards turn to see ON TOP OF AN OIL TANK...
As she rises up to standing, A SLANT-K 600 ROCKET HIP
BLASTER locked and loaded. Looking like an Old Testament
style Goddess of Vengeance and Destruction. A moment of
FROZEN SHOCK on the rest of Wade's Hit Crew...
And she pulls the trigger. A HIGH PITCHED WHISTLE as
THE ROCKET STREAKS across the Terminal! Headed straight
for an ENORMOUS FUEL TANK...
KA-BOOM! The explosion ROCKS THE ENTIRE TERMINAL...
INT. TRUCK (MOVING)
The Truck Clay is prisoner in is BLOWN INTO THE AIR by
the SHOCKWAVE... SMASHING down onto it's side, skidding...
EXT. BY THE WAREHOUSE
Cougar and Jensen DESTROY the remaining Par-Secs with
legs. Grabbing cuff keys and freeing themselves.
Shouldn't have gone after the hat...
WHAM! Cougar kicks the Guard in the face, knocking him
cold. Aisha rappels off the Oil Tower in the distance.
VARIOUS PAR-SEC TEAMS fire at her! Cougar scoops up two
rifles and tosses one to Jensen - they give her covering
fire as she comes! As he shoots, to the wounded Pooch:
Can you stand?
I've been shot in both legs, what
kind of dumbass question is that?
Oh, so we're Mr. Grumpy now? You're
not the only one who's been shot
recently, you know!
He empties a full clip into a Par-Sec team and reloads...
AISHA -- Pinned down forty yards away. Almost out of
AMMO. Par-Sec Team, almost on top of her when
A FIGURE emerges from an OVERTURNED TRUCK. GUN in each
hand, BLAZING. The Par-Secs cut down one by one. The
figure lowers his guns. Desert Eagles. Walks up to her.
Underneath the blood, oil, and grime, it's
CLAY. They stare at each other...
Then, incredibly, Aisha RAISES HER WEAPON AT HIM.
Did you kill my father?
Jensen comes running up, interrupting:
Kind of in the middle of something
Did you kill him?
There was no drive, Clay-
(eyes on Aisha)
There was no drive and Roque's
gone and Par-Sec's regrouping and
Pooch could bleed out-
Aisha's had enough, thumbing the hammer back:
Did you kill him?
Clay, about to respond when:
They turn to see our LONG TALL SNIPER standing above them.
He asked us. It was mercy. But
you're his family, so I understand.
And then, incredibly, Cougar lays his rifle at her feet.
But only me.
Clay and Jensen blink, shocked. Aisha stares at Cougar,
equally surprised. She levels her pistol AT HIS HEAD...
Silence. We CUT WIDE to see...
A GUNSHOT. Muzzle flash from Aisha's gun. COUGAR FALLS...
In close again. Aisha stands over Cougar's body.
The others, stunned... And then Cougar rises. Face
BLOODY. Cheek ripped open, from where the bullet creased
his flesh. She FIRES AGAIN - BLAM!
Identical scar on his other cheek. Blood runs down his
face. He doesn't move to wipe it away.
Wear it. Remember him.
Cougar nods. Leans down, picks up his rifle. Debt paid.
Okay, excellent, very tribal--We
need to go.
As if on cue, BULLETS kick up DUST around them! A new
Par-Sec team, incoming. Clay, Jensen, Aisha, and Cougar
hightail it back to where Pooch lies.
Can you stand?
This is stupid question day, isn't
it? It's stupid question day and
someone forgot to tell me...
Clay slings Pooch over his shoulders fireman carry style.
Looks across the Terminal to where Pooch's van is parked.
PUSH IN on Clay's face for:
And they do. Sprinting across the open space IN SLO-MO,
Cougar and Aisha WASTING EVERYTHING THAT MOVES. A full
on ballet of fully automatic mayhem...
They make it to the van! Piling in! Cougar behind the
wheel GUNS THE ENGINE and they PEEL OUT...
INT. VAN (MOVING) -- NIGHT
Pulling on to the HIGHWAY. Silence sets in. The high of
the firefight, over. Just pain and loss now.
Five people, some terribly wounded, with nowhere to go.
Just the rocking of the van as it heads down the road.
They won. We lost. Way it goes.
Way it always goes.
Clay looks at him.
Guess we should just head home.
Oh, wait, that's right. We don't
Clay doesn't respond. Aisha studies him. Nods. Knows
what has to be done. They all do. From behind the wheel:
Where to, Colonel?
Clay looks up at the use of rank...
EXT. PRIVATE AIRSTRIP -- NIGHT
Wade pulls up in a Corvette. Gets out and walks over as
Roque finishes supervising Par-Sec guards finish loading
the CASH onto a HUGE TRANSPORT PLANE.
Your friends jack-rabbitted. Should
we be worried?
Clay doesn't take risks. It's why
I'm here and he's not.
Can I ask you something? Why'd
you stick with those losers for so
Roque considers. Then:
They were good guys.
Wade half smiles at this. Shaking his head.
No such thing. I'll go call Max.
He begins walking towards HANGAR...
CRACK! As the FENCE by the AIRSTRIP is SMASHED INWARDS
by the Van! Headed straight for him! Clay, WAVING:
BY THE PLANE
Roque turns to the Pilot:
Declan, start the plane...
BY THE HANGAR
WADE raises his UZI and FIRES - Taking out the Van's front
tires! THE VAN Flips! Smashing end over end, finally
coming to a rest on it's side! Climbing out, groaning:
Next time, remind me - car crash
first, then get shot...
Sounds less painful that way...
Clay looks across the tarmac to see the plane begin to
Taxi. ROQUE stands in they back - loading ramp still
down. FLIPS CLAY A SALUTE...
Cougar and I are going after that
plane. The rest of you, get Wade.
Me and legless Pooch are on it!
Where the hell is she going?
Aisha is heading off to the fenceline... Clay and Cougar
run for Wade's CORVETTE. Cougar slides behind the wheel
and starts her up, PEELING OUT after the plane...
You call me legless Pooch again,
you're gonna be Headless Jensen.
What, it's a cool name! It makes
you sound like a pirate!
(off his look)
Fine, let's go kill Wade...
ON THE RUNWAY
Cougar guns the engine, catching up to the TAXIING
TRANSPORT PLANE. Clay leans out the window, shooting at
Huddled in the plane's CARGO HOLD, RETURNING FIRE. The
PILOT, yelling to him.
We don't have enough runway to
take off - we're going to have to
turn around and come back to get
up to speed!
Fine, just get us in the air!
He fires ANOTHER BURST from his weapon at the Vette!
CLICK - his WEAPON DRY.
IN THE CORVETTE -- SIMULTANEOUSLY, Clay, WEAPON DRY.
He stares through the windshield to look at Roque.
Get me closer...
INT. HANGAR -- NIGHT
Jensen enters, carrying a MACHINE GUN.
(a'la the Warriors)
Come out and plaaaayyy-
The ROAR of an engine -- Jensen DIVES out of the way as
Wade WHIPS PAST on a MOTORCYCLE! Heading for the runway!
Hey, Wade's coming at you! I...
He trails off. Looking at THE LEAR JET that Wade arrived
in. Sitting in the Hangar's Corner. Keys the radio...
I think I just found our way out
EXT. AIRSTRIP -- DAY
The Corvette, pulling behind the still lowered REAR RAMP
of the TRANSPORT PLANE! Clay, onto the CORVETTE'S HOOD...
Roque, rising to meet him. Waiting for him...
Clay JUMPS! Landing on the ramp!
IN THE CARGO HOLD - Roque smiles. Pulls a WICKED LOOKING
KNIFE. The two men stand there. Sizing one another up...
Gotta admit, I always wondered how
this would play out.
Aisha thinks you kill me.
It's a distinct possibility...
They begin circling one another. Clay, still weaponless.
You don't have a knife?
Don't need one.
Bit of as longshot for you...
No. It's not.
Roque LUNGES AT HIM...
But Clay does have a knife. He PULLS IT and SLAMS IT
into Roque's belly! Roque, stunned! Staggers back...
For most men, that would be the end of the fight. But
not these two. Roque gives Clay a bloody grin.
Now I really am gonna cut your
He LUNGES AGAIN! And now it is FULLY ON...
The blades whip up and down - almost too fast to see
Roque gets Clay with a left cross, then buries his knife
in Clay's shoulder. Clay twists free, slashes at Roque.
Ten seconds in, the men separate again. Breathing hard...
Clay sees Roque doesn't have his knife. Looks - realizing
it's still embedded in his own shoulder. Pulls it out,
TOSSES IT BACK TO ROQUE. They stand there, both panting...
Then RUN AT EACH OTHER full tilt!
Here's how it ends. And pay attention, IT HAPPENS FAST:
Clay goes low -- coming up to grab Roque's knife hand,
which is arcing DOWNWARDS TOWARDS CLAY'S THROAT -- Clay
manages to HALT THE HAND, blade inches from his Adam's
apple -- and there's a moment where Roque could overpower
him and actually cut his head off... But Clay THROWS HIS
WEIGHT FORWARD and BREAKS ROQUE'S RIGHT ARM!
And for the first time, Roque SCREAMS.
Which seems to make Clay happy.
So he BREAKS ROQUE'S LEFT ARM too.
Roque falls to his knees, BROKEN, BLOODY, AND BEATEN...
TO REVEAL -- The PILOT. Leaning out of the cockpit, DESERT
EAGLE levelled at Clay.
The Pilot PULLS THE TRIGGER. The bullet slams into Clay's
abdomen and BLOWS HIM off his feet backwards -- FLYING
OUT OF THE PLANE -- And landing on hood of
Clay SMASHES DOWN ON the windshield -- Cougar pumps the
brakes and spins the wheel -- desperately trying to keep
Clay from rolling off the hood...
TURNING AROUND at the end of the runway. Beginning it's
final run to get up to speed...
Now driving TOWARDS IT on a chicken-like collision course
when WHOOSH! WADE FLIES PAST ON HIS MOTORCYCLE! Clay
turns to Cougar through the spiderwebbed windshield:
Cougar passes Clay his SNIPER RIFLE and FLOORS IT...
VISUALIZE THIS --
AT ONE END OF THE RUNWAY, the plane starting to take off.
AT THE OPPOSITE END, Wade's motorcycle heading full speed
at the approaching plane. Cougar and Clay, chasing Wade.
And then AISHA steps out INTO THE MIDDLE of the runway.
The ROCKET LAUNCHER clutched in her hands.
She takes a knee. Aims at the plane, which is almost at
lift speed. ROQUE sees her from the cockpit.
She locks eyes with him and GRINS -- FIRING into the
LANDING GEAR of the plane AS...
PULLS EVEN WITH WADE. Instead of shooting, Clay THROWS
Cougar's RIFLE BETWEEN THE SPOKES of Wade's FRONT TIRE,
causing the bike to
CATAPULT WADE OFF and FORWARD...
...THROUGH THE AIR and into the RIGHT NUMBER TWO JET ENGINE
of the now flying cargo plane. The ENGINE EXPLODES.
Aisha, somehow safe on the ground, looking up at the
escaping plane. Clay looking up. All of them watching...
...as Roque dies very badly.
WHOOMP! The big plane EXPLODES in a MONSTER FIREBALL--VA
DOOOM! Burning gas and iron and cash. FIRE RULES.
ON THE GROUND
Our guys. Bloody, eyes bitterly triumphant. Clay stares
at the sight before him. Only one word for it.
Jensen approaches, supporting Pooch.
Not to rain on everyone's we killed
all the bad guys parade, but we
should probably get gone - legless
Pooch has a Learjet all gassed up
for us in the Hangar.
(off Pooch's look)
It's a cool name-
From the smashed up bike Wade was driving, WADE'S CELL
PHONE RINGS. Clay gets off the hood of the Vette and
Cougar and Aisha help him hobble over. Answering it:
INT. NORTH INDIA -- HANGAR -- DAY
MAX and the INDIANS. INTERCUT with Clay:
TIGHT ON CLAY realizing who he's talking to.
Not by a longshot. You're not
having a real great day, Max.
Who is this?
Just a voice on the phone.
Working on the engines.
A beat as it hits Max.
In the distance, SIRENS.
Colonel, yes. Well done.
I understand you've always wanted
to meet face to face. I'm sure
that could be arranged...
A beat. Then:
I don't think the guys you're about
to stiff for a billion dollars are
going to allow that to happen.
(looks to the others)
We win. You lose. Goodbye.
He snaps the phone shut and tosses it into the fire.
Turns to the others.
Ready when you are.
Pooch, Jensen, and Cougar start for the Hangar. Clay
looks to Aisha. A moment between them.
I wanted to find and punish those
responsible for my father's death.
Max, his men, everyone.
That why you slept with me?
That and the cardio.
A beat. She nods.
Good cause there's no way I could
She helps him up and we begin to PULL UP AND BACK as they
head for the Hangar. Together.
INT. NORTH INDIA -- HANGAR -- DAY
Max lowers the phone. Looking stunned. The Short
Scientist has run out of patience.
Time is up, Stretch.
Max looks at the Short Scientist.
Stretch. That's a good one.
But he doesn't look like he's very amused.
Because you are so much taller
Yeah, no, I get it...
Momentary pause. The Short Scientist looks at Max. Slowly
gets up, LEAVES MAX alone in the room with the ten Indians.
Max takes a deep breath, looks up at the DEATH SQUAD.
You gentlemen consider yourselves
to be soldiers or businessmen?
We think it's the end. But then we hear
WIND. Blowing through trees. Crickets. The soft sound
of evening television. Somewhere suburban...
FADE IN ON:
EXT. SUBURBAN HOUSE -- NIGHT
A nice quiet neighborhood. Outside the kitchen window
Pooch's wife JOLENE, doing dishes in the sink again.
A RUSTLING. Jolene looks up this time. She obviously
heard it. She puts down the dishes and goes to the door.
Opens it and looks out to see...
Nothing. Not even by the swingset.
She sighs. About to head back inside when she spies
A GLINT OF LIGHT. By the oak tree in the front. She
steps outside. Walks down until she sees what it is.
Her breath hitches in her chest.
A frilly purple ribbon is tied around the old oak tree.
And now there are tears in Jolene's eyes. Because she
knows what it means.
Her husband is alive. And he will make it home.