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CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby. II. What else should he be set for, with his staff? What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare All travellers who might find him posted there, And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare, III. If at his counsel I should turn aside Into that ominous tract which, all agree, Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly I did turn as he pointed: neither pride Nor hope rekindling at the end descried, So much as gladness that some end might be. IV. For, what with my whole world-wide wandering, What with my search drawn out thro' years, my hope Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope With that obstreperous joy success would bring, I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring My heart made, finding failure in its scope. V. As when a sick man very near to death Seems dead indeed, and feels begin and end The tears and takes the farewell of each friend, And hears one bid the other go, draw breath Freelier outside, (``since all is o'er,'' he saith, ``And the blow falIen no grieving can amend;'') VI. While some discuss if near the other graves Be room enough for this, and when a day Suits best for carrying the corpse away, With care about the banners, scarves and staves: And still the man hears all, and only craves He may not shame such tender love and stay. VII. Thus, I had so long suffered in this quest, Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writ So many times among ``The Band''---to wit, The knights who to the Dark Tower's search addressed Their steps---that just to fail as they, seemed best, And all the doubt was now---should I be fit? VIII. So, quiet as despair, I turned from him, That hateful cripple, out of his highway Into the path he pointed. All the day Had been a dreary one at best, and dim Was settling to its close, yet shot one grim Red leer to see the plain catch its estray. IX. For mark! no sooner was I fairly found Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two, Than, pausing to throw backward a last view O'er the safe road, 'twas gone; grey plain all round: Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound. I might go on; nought else remained to do. X. So, on I went. I think I never saw Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve: For flowers---as well expect a cedar grove! But cockle, spurge, according to their law Might propagate their kind, with none to awe, You'd think; a burr had been a treasure-trove. XI. No! penury, inertness and grimace, In some strange sort, were the land's portion. ``See ``Or shut your eyes,'' said nature peevishly, ``It nothing skills: I cannot help my case: ``'Tis the Last judgment's fire must cure this place, ``Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free.'' XII. If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk Above its mates, the head was chopped; the bents Were jealous else. What made those holes and rents In the dock's harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to baulk All hope of greenness?'tis a brute must walk Pashing their life out, with a brute's intents. XIII. As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair In leprosy; thin dry blades pricked the mud Which underneath looked kneaded up with blood. One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare, Stood stupefied, however he came there: Thrust out past service from the devil's stud! XIV. Alive? he might be dead for aught I know, With that red gaunt and colloped neck a-strain, And shut eyes underneath the rusty mane; Seldom went such grotesqueness with such woe; I never saw a brute I hated so; He must be wicked to deserve such pain. XV. I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart. As a man calls for wine before he fights, I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights, Ere fitly I could hope to play my part. Think first, fight afterwards---the soldier's art: One taste of the old time sets all to rights. XVI. Not it! I fancied Cuthbert's reddening face Beneath its garniture of curly gold, Dear fellow, till I almost felt him fold An arm in mine to fix me to the place, That way he used. Alas, one night's disgrace! Out went my heart's new fire and left it cold. XVII. Giles then, the soul of honour---there he stands Frank as ten years ago when knighted first. What honest man should dare (he said Search in poets and poems
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DARKNESS. SILENCE. The following words sear onto screen:
Whenever a new breed of evil emerges, a new breed of solider must fight it. -- GENERAL CLAYTON "HAWK" ABERNATHY EXT. THE BASTILLE - PARIS - NIGHT A HEAVY NIGHT MIST swirls around the imposing stone walls of the Bastille. PRISON GUARDS patrol outside with their pikes as the SCREAMS OF PRISONERS echo out the barred windows. SUPER: PARIS, 1641 INT. PRISON BLOCK - BASTILLE PRISON - NIGHT A pair of huge PRISON GUARDS walk down a row of filthy prison cells. Whimpering, starving PRISONERS appear and disappear in the flickering light of the wall torches. A large rat nibbles some stale bread in the corner, watching the guards. Finally, the two guards reach a cell whose PRISONER is not at all whimpering or starving. A huge Scotsman with a proud defiance in his eyes, a RED SQUARE MEDALLION dangling around his neck, glares through the bars. This is JAMES McCULLEN. The guards unlock his cell door, MATCHLOCK MUSKETS at the ready. McCullen stares at the muskets, unimpressed. He speaks with a thick Scottish brogue. MCCULLEN Still using matchlocks, are ya? I can get you a pair of flintlocks, you let me sneak out of here. Everyone else in this sequence speaks with a French accent. GUARD #1 (TEMPTED) Good ones? The other Guard glares at him. McCullen goes for the kill. MCCULLEN The best. From Spain. And perhaps a couple of pretty young ladies to teach you how to use them. Guard #1 is even more tempted, but his partner is a Loyalist. GUARD #2 On yer feet, you Scottish pig. 2. INT. FURNACE - BASTILLE PRISON - NIGHT Huge, sweaty, bare-chested PRISON WORKERS mould something in a furnace, a large chunk of metal in their red hot tongs. The two prison guards muscle McCullen into the room and start to fasten him to a standing rack as a PRIEST begins reciting the Lord's Prayer in Latin. The Warden steps up and reads the charges off a SCROLL OF PAPER. WARDEN James McCullen, you have been found guilty of treason for the sale of military arms to the enemies of our Lord King Louis XIII... even whilst you sold arms to our Lord himself. MCCULLEN Your King is a vile bag of filth who murders his own allies. I should've charged him double. WARDEN You tried to overthrow the Crown in conspiracy with its enemies! MCCULLEN They offered me a Chancellorship, because unlike your simpleton King, they know that is the McCullen destiny, to run the wars, the true power, not simply to supply arms. WARDEN Do you have anything else to say before the sentence is carried out? MCCULLEN Yes, I do. Clan McCullen is far bigger and more powerful than any of you could ever imagine. My sons will continue to rise along after I am gone. As will their sons. And, God willing, their sons. (SMILES) It shall not end with my death. The Warden smiles back sinisterly. WARDEN Oh, we're not going to kill you, McCullen. We're going to make an example of you. 3. The Warden gives a nod to the prison workers who remove the METALLIC OBJECT from the fire. McCullen sees what it is before we do and his face fills with fear. It's a METAL MASK being carried towards him, the hinges open with a hideous creak. McCullen begins to struggle against the rack. WARDEN (CONT'D) So that no man, woman, nor child may ever see your treacherous face again, you shall wear this mask for the term of your natural life. The mask closes around his face. The workers melt the lock. McCullen SCREAMS. AND WE PUSH IN on the RED SQUARE MEDALLION. EXT. NATO HEADQUARTERS - BRUSSELS - DAY The many flags of NATO flap outside its massive headquarters. SUPER: NATO HEADQUARTERS, BELGIUM MCCULLEN (V.0.) War used to be the exception. Now it is the new state of play, a constant, unavoidable... INT. BRIEFING CHAMBER - NATO HEADQUARTERS - DAY The RED SQUARE MEDALLION around the neck of JAMES McCULLEN, gazing over a lectern in a darkened room. Like his doomed ancestor, McCullen carries a proud defiance in his eyes. MCCULLEN Tragic as they are to fight, wars must be won. But perhaps they don't have to be as destructive as they've been in the past. A SERIES OF COMPLEX SCHEMATICS rolls continuously on a screen behind him. McCullen is briefing twenty-two NATO MILITARY COMMANDERS, many of them listening in TRANSLATION HEADPHONES. MCCULLEN (CONT'D) Nano-mites. Perfect little soldiers. Their size can be programmed as well as their intended task. Originally developed to isolate and destroy cancer cells, but at Mars Industries, and with the help of a little NATO funding... 4. A few laughs around the room. McCullen soaks it up. MCCULLEN (CONT'D) .we discovered how to program them to eliminate most anything. For instance... metal. ON SCREEN: A SOLDIER fires a shoulder-launched missile at a tank. The warhead bursts into millions of SILVER MICROSCOPIC NANO-MITES which eat away the metal like piranhas devouring a horse. Then the NANO-MITES fan out from the consumed tank and quickly head for a nearby jeep. MCCULLEN (CONT'D) Once the target has been destroyed, the launcher triggers a kill switch unique to each warhead that short- circuits the nano-mites, preventing any unwanted destruction. ON SCREEN: The Soldier hits a KILL SWITCH on the launcher and the NANO-MITES instantly "drop dead" around the nearby jeep. MCCULLEN (CONT'D) Each warhead contains seven million nano-mites and has the ability to eat anything from a single tank to an entire city. (to consummate salesman) But without innocent casualties. Which is why this has been such a priority for me and my company. The room breaks into APPLAUSE. FOCUSES ON GENERAL HAWK, a British veteran or countless battles, not buying it. HAWK Guess you'll be the first arms dealer up for the Nobel Peace Prize. Laughter in the room. McCullen smiles, being a good sport. MCCULLEN I prefer the term "armament solutions engineer" (more chuckles) Gentlemen! I'm pleased to announce that tomorrow morning your first order of nanotech warheads will ship from my factory in Kyrgyzstan. 5. INT. MARS FACTORY - NIGHT FOUR GLASS-LIKE WARHEADS, each the size of a softball, are placed into four separate compartments inside a WEAPONS CASE by a pair of LAB WORKERS. The KILL SWITCHES are secured next to each warhead. As the case is closed and locked we see the MARS Industries RED SQUARE MEDALLION LOGO on its cover. SUPER: KYRGYZSTAN, CENTRAL ASIA INT. MEN'S ROOM - MARS FACTORY - NIGHT A PAIR OF DOG TAGS drop INTO FRAME in SLOW MOTION. We see the name: "HAUSER, CONRAD R." Still not seeing his face, we watch our soldier strap into his BODY ARMOR and clip on his BATTLE HARNESS. His NAME TAG simply reads: "DUKE". He loads his into the mirror (is that a look of disdain?) and we get our first glimpse of our hero, a handsome, rugged combat veteran with a BATTLE SCAR under his right eye. The sound of RETCHING comes from the stall behind Duke. There is a flush and a strapping young Special Forces Soldier, STALWORTH, steps out. He goes to the sink next to Duke and splashes water on his face. He's pale and sweaty. DUKE The hell's wrong with you, Stalworth, you didn't eat that Chicken A La King at chow did ya? STALWORTH The mission, sir... DUKE What about it? Another day, another run. STALWORTH Never had anything to worry about before. Stalworth's shaky hand pulls a photo out and shows it to Duke: A YOUNG MOTHER with a NEWBORN in her arms. STALWORTH (CONT'D) Three weeks old. Be seeing him for the first time next leave. Duke looks at the picture, then at Stalworth. His eyes go distant thinking about his own past, then they harden again. 6. DUKE You're off the mission. STALWORTH Sir? DUKE That's what you want, right? Stalworth doesn't argue. Duke hands him back the photo. DUKE (CONT'D) If your head's with them, you're no good to me. Stalworth nods. Duke steps closer, now one mean s.o.b. DUKE (CONT'D) One thing, though: you step off this one, you're out of Special Forces. Gonna find you a nice desk and chair back at the base. You're be run of the mill. Regular. STALWORTH I... I guess I can live with that. DUKE Then you should. Stalworth nods, grabs his kit, and leaves. Duke's hard eyes watch him go, then a slight smile creases his lips ... INT. CORRIDOR - NATO HEADQUARTERS - DAY McCullen exits the briefing room into the corridor outside, shaking hands with various Military Commanders. Hawk watches with his aide, a gorgeous German Lieutenant, COURTNEY "COVER GIRL" KRIEGER. When McCullen is alone, Hawk makes his move. HAWK Mr McCullen, Clayton Aernathy, British Army. MCCULLEN (shaking hands) I know who you are General hawk. As sharp in a briefing room as your reputation is on the battlefield. 7. HAWK Not hardly ...You gave me a broad target, I couldn't resist. MCCULLEN It's an honor to meet a man of your many accomplishments. McCullen smiles, then offers Hawk to walk with him. MCCULLEN (CONT'D) What's on your mind, General? HAWK Your warheads. Securing them in transit. Forty pairs of ears in that room now know the when and where. MCCULLEN Those "ears" all have top security clearance. HAWK We both know what that's worth. MCCULLEN Look, General, delivery is my responsibility and it's not one I take lightly. I had NATO assign an elite American Special Forces unit, a fully armored convoy with air support. I assure you, my warheads will be quite safe. HAWK I've made a career of showing up where I'm needed, whether ordered to or not. And if your warheads are half as effective as you say they are.. Then my unit is needed. MCCULLEN This is no time to play catch up. The NATO team's been drilling for weeks. They're lit up and ready to roll. HAWK My unit doesn't need mission specific training. They're chosen because of their ability to handle any situation. 8. MCCULLEN Maybe next time, General... (moves to go, stops) What did you say your unit was called? HAWK I didn't. I just said they were always ready. McCullen continues on down the hall. Hawk gives Cover Girl a look, she reads it and nods. WE SMASH CUT TO: INT. HIGH-TECH DELIVERY BAY - MARS FACTORY - NIGHT A FOUR MAN SECURITY DETAIL escorts two LAB WORKERS as they enter a high-tech delivery bay and wlak past two "COUGAR" PATROL VEHICLES and a huge ARMORED "GRIZZLY TRUCK, all armed with state-of-the-art rooftop weapons. FIFTEEN SPECIAL FORCES SOLDIERS stand at attention in front of Duke. DUKE All right, listen up, the Cougars will be front and back, Grizzly in the middle carrying the package. Minimum distance at all times. Choppers will cover us overhead. The Lab Workers step up. LAB WORKER #1 Captain Hauser. Duke turns to them and start signing forms as WALLACE "RIPCORD" WEEMS takes the case while a little short on academic credentials, Rip is long on confidence, charm, and courage. These two guys are as close as brothers, for better and for worse. Rip looks at the Lab Guy with a jokey grin. RIPCORD Not gonna explode, is it? LAB WORKER (dead serious) They're not weaponized yet. And the kill switches are attached to the launchers. All the same, I'd avoid potholes if I were you. Ripcord stares, then quickly hand the case off to another soldier. Duke shoots him a look and Ripcord shrugs, what? 9. RIPCORD Why not stick it in a chopper and fly it out? If you want, I could-- DUKE --We have our orders. Okay, people! We're on the clock, let's move. RIPCORD MOUNT UP! Duke gives Rip another look. Rip throws him a cheesy grin. The team mounts up. The weapons case to Grizzly. ENGINES ignite. HEADLIGHTS beam. And the convoy rolls out. EXT. MARS FACTORY - KYRGYZSTAN - NIGHT The convoy charges out of the heavily guarded factory gates, passing a sign: "MILITARY ARMAMENTS RESEARCH SYNDICATE". Two BLACKHAWK HELICOPTERS swoop in and follow the convoy. INT. LEAD COUGAR - MARS FACTORY - NIGHT Ripcord drives the lead Cougar, Duke beside him. Two more guys in back, remotely panning a rooftop DUAL MACHINE GUN. DUKE (into radio) Mother Goose, this is Bird Dog. We have the package and are on the dot to make Ganci Air Base ar 0900. RIPCORD You know, I hate all the Mother Goose, bird Dog crap, I just wish they'd let us say, "Hey, Pete, it's Bill, see ya in a few." DUKE Not me, I joined up for the jargon. VOICE ON RADIO Roger that, Bird Dog. Mother Goose out. RIPCORD Just saying, you know, if I ran things... 10. DUKE Rip, if you ran the Army we'd stay up all night, fill our canteen with tequila, and call each other "Bro". RIPCORD But we'd be badasses, right Bro? DUKE (with a sigh) Yeah, we'd be badasses. Eyes on the road, Rip. EXT. CONVOY - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAWN The two Blackhawks sweep through the skies, silhouetted by the rising sun. Below them, the convoy is thundering down a winding road amid the magnificent Tian Shan Mountain Range. INT./EXT. REAR COUGAR - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY A RADAR DISH on the rear Cougar sweeps vigilantly. Inside, a SPECIAL FORCES SOLDIER watches the RADAR MONITOR, clear except for two steady :signatures", the Blackhawks. INT./EXT. LEAD COUGAR - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY In the lead Cougar, Duke and Ripcord keep their eyes out. RIPCORD Hey Duke, ya know how they always tell you to empty your head of distracting thoughts on these runs? DUKE Keep your eyes on the road, Rip. RIPCORD And you know how people sometimes joke that it must be easy fr me to keep my mind empty? DUKE Don't listen to 'em. you got plenty of thoughts up there. (into radio) Keep rear security tight, boys. 11. RIPCORD Well, the second I try and make myself not have thoughts, I always have 'em. Like now, know what I'm thinking about? DUKE Please don't say the Air Forces. RIPCORD The Air Forces. DUKE I thought we were done with that discussion. RIPCORD You were done with it, not me. Look, I loev flying... Duke "mouths" the following sentence as Ropcord says it: RIPCORD (CONT'D) I've been flying since I was thirteen years old. Ripcord shoots him a look. Duke just smiles. DUKE I don't think your daddy's crop duster counts as hours logged. RIPCORD Jets, man, jets. You know I always qualify when I'm on leave. DUKE Yeah, yeah, look, you want to get up in the air, we'll get you a trampoline back at the base. RIPCORD We've done ten years in the Army, I just think we should see if the grass really is greener. DUKE This continues to be the stupidest idea you've ever come up with, nd that's saying something. RIPCORD Funny. Real funny. 12. DUKE I don't wanna transfer to the Air Force, okay? RIPCORD It's always about you, isn't it? Give me one good reason? DUKE I want to be in the fight, not flying over it. RIPCORD Won't be saying that when you call in an air strike and I come screaming in to save your-- DUKE --Eyes on the road, Rip. EXT. CONVOY - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY Behind the Blackhawks and the convoy an ominous, DARK SHAPE suddenly drops INTO FRAME. ENGINE EXHAUST blurs our view of the aircraft, but we can tell that it's pursuing the convoy. INT./EXT. REAR COUGAR - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY On the rear Cougar's RADAR SCREEN, we see the two Blackhawk signatures still appearing in position.. .but nothing else. INT. LEAD COUGAR - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY They hit a pothole. Ripcord grimaces, then realizes-- RIPCORD Hey, on the training run weren't there herders around here? This puts Duke instantly on the alert. EXT. CONVOY - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY Too late. CONCUSSION CANNONS slide out of ports on both sides of the dark shape. They fire simultaneously. The SUBATOMIC BLASTS punch into the front Blackhawk, crushing it like a beer can on your forehead. It explodes and drops. 13. INT./EXT. LEAD COUGAR - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY Duke and Rip see the hall of flaming metal crash in front of them, blocking the convoy's path. Rip hits the brakes. RIPCORD Jesus Christ! Bird Down! DUKE (urgent, but utterly calm) Back up! Back up! Back up! (into radio) Mother Goose, this is Bird Dog. We are under attack. Repeat --we are under attack! EXT. CONVOY - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY The second Blackhawk pivots to see the dark shape, --it's like a giant helicopter without rotors, hovering on six JET THRUSTERS. It's a next-gen "TYPHOON" GUNSHIP. The Blackhawk hoses the Typhoon with its six-barrelled MINI- GUNS. But the rounds bounce off the Typhoon's angled armor. The CONCUSSION CANNONS fire at the second Blackhawk, catching it on the nose, crushing it into a flaming ball and sending it reeling ass-over-tail-rotor into the ground behind the rear Cougar, hemming in the convoy. The Grizzly launches two HEAT-SEEKING MISSILES off its roof- turret, but the Typhoon guns them down and fires again. The blast lands directly on top of the rear Cougar, literally flattening it as well as every tree within a hundred feet. INT./EXT. LEAD COUGAR - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY Duke sees it all in his rear view mirror, yells into RADIO: DUKE Out! Everyone get out of the vehicles! Now! INT./EXT. GRIZZLY - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY A final CONCUSSION BLAST lands between the last two vehicles now. Spinning the Grizzly. It's WINDOWS SHATTER and a thousand lethal GLASS SHARDS shoot inside, killing the drivers. The Cougar flips end over and lands in a ditch. 14. INT. LEAD COUGAR - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY Duke and Ripcord land on the upturned ceiling, beat to shit. Duke quickly checks on the two guys in back crushed to death where the blast caved in the Cougar's armor. He looks at Rip. DUKE You okay? RIPCORD (DAZED) Yeah, except for all the blood. Duke sees blood on the back of Rip's head. Then they hear a LOUD ROAR and turn to see the Typhoon hover by the Grizzly. RIPCORD (CONT'D) Who the hell is that? Duke grabs Ripcord and starts dragging him out. EXT. CONVOY - MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY A SIDE DOOR on the Typhoon hisses open to reveal six "VIPERS", menacing foot soldiers clad head to toe in black BATTLE ARMOR, and armed with fearsome PULSE RIFLES. They exit the Typhoon and spread out to kill anyone left. The decimated Special Forces troops in the Grizzly OPEN FIRE with ASSAULT RIFLES, but the bullets can't penetrate the Viers' armor. The Vipers fire back, the impact from their pulse rifles crush the soldiers' bodies, armor and all, and fling them backwards. Two Soldiers pop two FRAGMENTATION GRENADES and toss them toward the Typhoon. The Vipers shoot one grenade out of the air with their pulse rifles. It EXPLODES well out of range as the other grenade lands on the ground int he middle of the pack. Another shot from a pulse rifle punches the grenade six feet underground. A DULL WHOOMP, lifts the ground by a foot. Meanwhile, another figure emerges out of the Typhoon. Long, slender legs in high black boots, the rest if her covered in black, form-fitting BODY ARMOR. She's beautiful, exotic, and most of all, lethal. She's known in certain circles only as "THE BARONESS" but we will know her as ANA. Her DARK GLASSES glint menacingly as she strides towards the Grizzly. The two Special Forces Soldiers who threw the grenades pop up to shoot her. But she quick-draws a pair of PULSE PISTOLS. BOOM! BOOM! The shots crush both soldiers. |
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Ana flips the pistols back into her holsters as a Viper blows the back door off the Grizzly, allowing her to climb inside. She blithely steps around the corpses and removes the WEAPONS CASE. Duke now has Rip ver his shouders and is running like hell. RIPCORD Duke? DUKE Shut up. RIPCORD If I die... DUKE You're not gonna die. RIPCORD I just want you to know... you never could run worth a damn. DUKE Jesus, Rip. RIPCORD I'm just saying, it's be nice if you could move a little faster. And that's when the Cougar blows, a concussive blast. Ana turns with the weapons case in time to see Duke and Rip go ass-over-teacups down into a ditch. She touches the stem of her glasses which ZOOM IN on Duke. DOWN IN THE DITCH: Duke rolls over and looks at Rip. DUKE Stay here. RIPCORD (really messed up) Sure. DUKE I'm gettin' that package. Duke leaps up and hauls-ass down the ditch, then crouch-runs up the embankment. --And comes face to face with a Viper, who raises his pulse rifle, about to blow Duke away. A hand clamps down over the barrel. The Viper looks at Ana beside him. Duke also looks at her, a flash of shocking recognition ripples across his face. 16. Ana touches the stem of her glasses and the DARK LENSES turn clear, revealing her gorgeous eyes. DUKE (CONT'D) What the hell...? Her face softens hesitantly. ANA Hello, Duke... Then she round house kicks him with her boot across the face, knocks him out on his ass. ANA (CONT'D) You have to admit you had that coming. Ana struggles with something going on inside her head. Then her face reluctantly hardens and she takes her hand off the first Viper's gun barrel, giving Duke an apologetic look. ANA (CONT'D) Good-bye, Duke. Duke can't believe it. Ana suddenly glances up at something behind Duke. It's a "HOWLER" TRANSPORT rocketing onto the scene, its four-winged JET THRUSTERS rotating ninety degrees to slow it into a hover. Duke takes the opportunity to jump to his feet and lay out in the Viper. Ana turns and hauls- ass. A BLACK-CLAD FIGURE fast ropes down out of the Howler and lands behind a Viper and SNAPS his neck. Moving in a blur, he draws and buries a KATANA BLADE into another Viper. Then he glances at the last Viper who's lining up on him, too far away to reach with his sword. He quick-draws a GLOCK PISTOL. BAM! Right between the eye slit in his helmet. All this in the space of six breathless seconds. Duke glances at the almost mystical figure of SNAKE-EYES sheathing his sword on his back while holstering his smoking Glock. RED NINJA CLAN MARKING on his tri-cep. Bad-ass defined. Snake-Eyes leaps behind the Cougar wreck as a pulse burst just missed him. Duke immediately takes off after Ana, his eyes locked on the weapons case in her hands, PULSE BURSTS crackling past his head. He curses under his breath: DUKE Air Force.. .right. 17. A Viper lines up on Duke, but a laser-like ARROW BOLT rips through his eye-slit and ELECTROCUTES him, courtesy of SHANA "SCARLETT" O'HARA who fast-ropes down from the Howler, holding a gas-propulsion CROSSBOW PISTOL. She lines up on another Viper, but he's too quick, ducks behind the GRIZZLY. But Scarlett's CROSSBOW PISTOL viewfinder snapped an image of his FACE ARMOR. She darts behind the COUGAR WRECK with Snake- Eyes, swiftly targeting the Viper's eye-slit on her pistol's LED SCREEN. Then she fires behind her, in the complete other direction to the Viper, the arrow bolt flies away, then turns around and zeroes in on the Viper, finding him behind cover, the smart-arrow slams right through his eye-slit. Another Viper sees this and bolts toward the Typhoon, but LAMONT "HEAVY DUTY" MORRIS leans out of the landing Howler holding a dual MACHINE GUN/GRENADE LAUNCHER. Only a man this big can carry such a weapon. HEAVY DUTY Time to lay down some bass! He fires a grenade and the Viper flies back OUT OF FRAME. You blink, you miss it. BOOM! The Typhoon fires at Heavy Duty, but the Howler is just as nimble, fires its LEFT-SIDE THRUSTERS which roll it onto its side. The CONCUSSION BLASTS whip past and decimate the forest behind it. Hanging awkwardly, Heavy Duty fires a double blast of hand grenades. The Typhoon's mini-gun quickly shoots them out of the air. The Howler fires MISSILES which hit the CONCUSSION CANNONS and rip them apart. The Typhoon SHAKES. Ana races for the recovering Typhoon. Duke races after her through a hail of pulse-fire and draws his PISTOL. DUKE Ana! She whirls around, drawing the weapons case over her chest and face, using it as a shield. Duke hesitates, because of the warheads or Ana? Heavy Duty goes to shoot at her. SCARLETT The warheads! Heavy Duty reluctantly doesn't shoot, everyone watching Ana backpedal towards the waiting Typhoon. Duke charges like a bull and tackles her. Ana sprawls and the case tumbles free. Duke and Ana go eye-to-eye for a split second, then Duke goes after the case while the Joes take the opportunity to spray gunfire her way. Ana zigs, zags, and dives into the Typhoon, which is raked by the bullets. 18. Duke grabs up the case as the Typhoon launches into the sky and disappears over a rise ... SILENCE... Scarlett, Snake-eyes and Heavy Duty now approach Duke, who whirls around at them, pistol up, eyes wild. DUKE Stand down! Stand the hell down! HEAVY DUTY Lower your weapon, Sir. We're not the enemy. DUKE Pointing weapons at me doesn't make you my friend. ABEL "BREAKER" SHAZ jumps out of the Howler wearing a computerized SURVEILLANCE SUIT, a French/Tunisian ACCENT: BREAKER Please hand over the case, sir. DUKE I don't know who you are, and I sure as hell don't know who they are, and until I find out, I'm not lowering anything or handling anything over. CLICK-CLACK. They turn to see Ripcord shouldering a rifle. RIPCORD What's your unit? SCARLETT That's classified. Snake-Eyes discreetly grabs SHRUNKEN THROWING STARS from his belt, but a look from Scarlett makes him out them back. BREAKER Someone would like a word with you. Breaker sets a holo-projector on the ground in front of Duke, which projects a 3D IMAGE OF GENERAL HAWK. Duke is stunned. HAWK State you name and rank. DUKE .you first. 19. HAWK My team just saved your life. now's the part where you say "thank you". DUKE Those aren't the words that come to mind just now. We weren't told about any support for this mission, so you better tell your team to stand down. Ripcord eyes his sight. RIPCORD Happy to turn this into a turkey shoot. Someone OFF-PROJECTOR hands Hawk a file, he looks at it. HAWK You must be... Ripcord, expert marksman, weapons specialist, jet QUALIFIED-- RIPCORD (to Duke) Told ya. HAWK I'm General Clayton Abernathy. You may have heard of me, .Duke. A glint of recognition flickers across Duke's eyes, he nods. DUKE General hawk. Afghanistan, NATO Forward Command... Breaker sees his chance and gingerly steps up to Duke and starts sweeping a scanner across the case. Hawk smiles. HAWK That was my last job. (a twinkle in his eye) I'm in a whole new outfit now. Duke swivels his gun to Breaker's head. Breaker flinches. BREAKER Just need to deactivate its tracking beacon, for security. 20. HAWK Hand over the weapons case son, and let us deliver the warheads. DUKE No way. I signed for 'em. My mission, my package. I carry them, I deliver them. Breaker's scanner BEEPS. He keys a button. The BEEPING promptly stops. He throws a look at Duke. BREAKER Wasn't hard, was it? DUKE Fine. But you seem to be a little short on transportation a the moment. Team Alpha will deliver you to me. DUKE (CONT'D) And where exactly are you, General? INT. CONTROL ROOM - THE PIT - DAY Hawk stands in front of a HOLO-CAM amongst a sea of computers, Cover Girl behind him, Duke on a monitor. HAWK Come see for yourself. EXT. HOWLER - EGYPTIAN SKIES - DUSK The Howler skims over the GIANT PYRAMIDS OF GIZA, a caravan of camels below. The aircraft continues out into the golden desert, too fast for anybody to get a good look at it. INT. HOWLER -SKIES - DUSK Scarlett is cleaning Ripcord's head wound. RIPCORD Hey, you're cute. SCARLETT He's going into shock. RIPCORD What's your name, darlin'? 21. Snake-Eyes stabs Ripcord hard int he arm with a drip-needle, Rip angrily eyeballs him and stifles a scream. SCARLETT I thought all the Special Ops guys were tough. RIPCORD We are tough ... . but also sensitive. (feeling the drugs) Whoa, that's some mucho primo stuff you gave me. Rip is high now, his eyes float up to Heavy Duty who stares back at him. Rip reaches out to touch his well-cropped hair. RIPCORD (CONT'D) .and a kung-fu grip. HEAVY DUTY The name's Heavy Duty. Duke has the weapons case on his lap. DUKE What kind of outfit is this? Not regular Army based on the accents. (to Scarlett) I have you as an Aussie... (looks to Heavy Duty) And you're a Johannesburger... (then Breaker) And you: French North Africa. Algiers? BREAKER Tunisia. Where were you born? RIPCORD Are you kidding me? Duke wasn't born, he was Government-Issued! DUKE But somehow you're all in the same unit. One you can't tell me the name of right? SCARLETT We'd get tossed for telling. 22. RIPCORD Duke, Duke, don't you get it: they're super secret, they're Mission Impossible. This tape's gonna self-destruct in five-- DUKE --You're gonna go after them aren't you? The ones that hit my convoy. (SILENCE) Then whoever you are, whatever this unit is, I want in. BREAKER Not our call. Ripcord sits up, really woozy, looks at Scarlett. RIPCORD I want in too. That way we can spend some bunker time together. A SWORD suddenly slices across Rip's face, an inch away. It's Snake-Eyes, checking his blade, seemingly innocent. But the message is not lost on Ripcord. Scarlett looks at Duke. SCARLETT You two a team or something? RIPCORD We've been together forever. (off her look) But not like that. Hi, I'm Ripcord. SCARLETT Why do they call you that? Breaker laughs, reading Ripcord's file: BREAKER Because his name is Wallace Weems! INT. SECURITY ROOM - THE PIT - DAY Eight SECURITY TECHNICIANS sit around an island console in a small, windowless room. Working their keyboards and watching the HOLOGRAPHIC IMAGE of the Howler soaring across the dunes. A technician hits a LARGE SWITCH on his console. SECURITY TECHNICIAN #1 Alpha-One, this is Base. You are cleared or entry. 23. EXT. HOWLER - SKIES - DAY And a huge sand dune directly in front of Howler spirals open to reveal a CAVERNOUS HOLE. The Howler's THRUSTERS twist vertical and it drops like a helicopter into the hole. SUPER: Global Integrated Joint Operating Entity. INT. LANDING PLATFORM - THE PIT - DAY The Howler descends beneath the surface onto a dark platform as the roof spirals shut and FLOOD LIGHTS switch on. The door of the howler opens and the team steps out. Duke and Ripcord follow hesitantly with the weapons case. A VOICE calls out to them from the shadows: HAWK (O.S.) Welcome to the new Pit! Duke and Ripcord turn to see hawk and Cover girl walking out from behind the lights. HAWK (CONT'D) Duke. DUKE General. HAWK I've read a lot about you two. RIPCORD Okay, look, I didn't "steal" that Blackhawk, I was borrowing it... Duke shoots him a look. Hawk steps right up to Duke. HAWK Matter of fact, I saw that one of my subordinates tried to recruit you to our little operation a while back. DUKE I was never asked to join any Op group. HAWK Remember a tall gentleman approaching you in Thailand when you were on leave, four years ago? 24. DUKE Vaguely. HAWK Right before you tore up the bar? RIPCORD Four years? My man had some issues. Duke shoots him another look, then turns back to Hawk. DUKE This doesn't look like any Tac Op I've ever seen. Where are we? HAWK Okay, you trusted me by going with my team, so I'll trust you. There's a loud METALLIC CLANG and part of the PLATFORM begins to descend. They pass the URBAN COMBAT LEVEL where MEN and WOMEN are training with next-gen urban warfare equipment. HAWK (CONT'D) Technically, GI JOE doesn't exist. But if it did, it'd be comprised of the top men and women from the best military units all over the world. The alpha dogs... They see a pretty woman sip into a next-gen CAMO-SUIT, which reflects and refracts light, making her nearly invisible. RIPCORD Oh man, I want one of those. BREAKER The suit or the girl? RIPCORD Both. Scarlett's eyes roll. They descend into the DESERT COMBAT level, where soldiers train with desert warfare equipment. HAWK Ten nations signed on in their first year. Working together, sharing intel. Now we have twenty- three. 25. DUKE I've never seen combat gear this sleek, what's the trick? SCARLETT Liquid armor. They reach the DEEP SEA COMBAT LEVEL where dozens of men and women are testing fantastic next-gen UNDERWATER VEHICLES. HAWK (O.S.) Good news is we've been pretty successful so far. The bad news is whenever we manage to shut down one organization, another springs up in its place. RIPCORD Who could possibly fund all this? HEAVY DUTY Oprah. INT. CONTROL ROOM - THE PIT - DAY Hawk now leads the group into the Control Room where more TECHNICIANS man consoles. Duke still has the weapons case. CONTROL ROOM TECHNICIAN #1 Mr. McCullen's standing by, Sir. HAWK Patch him through, please. DUKE So who hit us out there? COVER GIRL Currently unidentified. HEAVY DUTY And how'd that bitch in leather get a jump jet like ours? SCARLETT Whoever she is, she's clearly well- financed, with access to highly classified intel and state of the art weaponry. Their capabilities are beyond anything we've ever encountered. 26. RIPCORD That's the reason we got our asses kicked. Duke betrays nothing. Hawk looks at him. HAWK We're going to need to find out everything we can about her. Knowing is half the battle. RIPCORD What's the other half? McCullen now appears next to Ripcord and walks through him. RIPCORD (CONT'D) Jesus! And we realize McCullen is here courtesy of a HOLO-PROJECTOR. A ring of cameras provides him with images of the Joes. HAWK Gentlemen, this is James McCullen, CEO of MARS Industries, the man who built these warheads. WE INTERCUT THIS SCENE WITH McCullen standing in front of a HOLO-CAM in a small room somewhere. THE HOLOGRAPHIC IMAGES of hawk, Duke, and the others around him. MCCULLEN General, most men I've encountered in this business over-promise and under-deliver. You're the opposite. Clearly, you were the security option I should have chosen. ON DUKE: Steaming behind his military demeanor. DUKE My team did everything we could out there. A lot of good men went down-- MCCULLEN --But not you. DUKE That mission was classified, sir. Clearly, somebody sold us out. |
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It was nearly even worse- I've discovered this evening that the character limit on a single post is 30000 characters. I guess I won't be posting the full novel that I'd intended to, which is a shame; I wanted to make this the longest single page in Hisstank history.
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