1 EXT. BAGRAM AIR BASE, AFGHANISTAN 1 EXT. BAGRAM AIR BASE, AFGHANISTAN 1
Through massive sun flare, a BLACKHAWK Chopper coming in
fast. Landing hard on Bagram Air Base.
It’s something most of us have
known all of our lives. What we all
wanted. It’s in our blood.
A team of medical personal and Navy officers descend on the
chopper. An assortment of high-ranking GENERALS and
COMMANDING OFFICERS there to meet the chopper. Tight shots.
A bloody hand dangles. A tear filled eyeball, sliced feet.
There’s a storm inside of us. I’ve
heard many team guys speak of this.
A burning. A river. A drive.
2 INT. OPERATING ROOM 2
Clothes cut. Blood soaked Dog Tags cut. “Luttrell” in UA
boxer shorts, IVs and fresh blood bags. Multiple Gunshots.
Chunk of an ear missing. Heartbeat monitor. Weak pulse.
An unrelenting desire to push
yourself harder and further than
anyone could think possible.
Chunks of bullet and shrapnel filling metal bowl. Tears
streaming down cheeks, a hand scrawled map on a left thigh,
focused eyes of surgeons. Admirals’ pace in the hallway.
Pushing ourselves into those dark
cold corners where the bad things
live. Where the bad things fight.
Heart monitor weak. Getting weaker. Compound fracture left
shin. Bloody feet rinsed clean. Water flushing out bullet
holes. Loose cracked tooth pulled out. Heart monitor getting
Surgical pack working franticly to save Luttrell.
Tight on HEART MONITOR: FLATLINE
We wanted that fight at the highest
volume. The loud fight. The
loudest, coldest, hottest, most
unpleasant of the unpleasant
Pushing in on the flatline. Alarm screaming. Tight on
Luttrell’s eyes starting to glaze over. Dying.
“FIVE DAYS EARLIER”
EXT. HIGH ABOVE NORTHERN AFGHANISTAN - HINDU KUSH 3
Rugged and punishing. Endless and infinite. Steep stone
mountains. Bottomless valleys. Cold and dry.
As we fly across this stunning land, from the bottom of the
A SPECIAL FORCE AIR INSERT TEAM.
FOUR HELICOPTERS. Two MH-47s transport. Two security Apaches.
IN THE CHOPPER:
TIGHT ON MARCUS LUTTRELL. Healthy and very clear eyed.
12 SEALs fully dressed for combat. Sitting side by side.
Clearly ready for war.
3B INT. MH-47 INSERT CHOPPER 3B
Seen from above. Cruising at 150 over the shoulder of a .50cal
TF-160 aviator door gunner.
INT. CHOPPER - SUNSET 4
Riding low and fast. Inside: Two Night Stalker Pilots, Two
Airmen, and 12 SEALs.
EXT. HINDU KUSH - DUSK 5
The Choppers tearing across the Afghan mountains.
6 INT. THE CHOPPER - DUSK 6
Luttrell checks his map against his wrist strapped GPS.
Whistles quietly to himself.
I don’t see anything but steep. I
could be wrong. Hope I’m wrong. If
it’s anything but steep I’m not
Just put your feet where I put my
feet. All day long. You’re gonna
SHANE PATTON plugged into an iPod. SLIPKNOT pounding into his
head. He quietly sings along.
Kristensen leans over to Axelson, the navigator, adjusts hisupper right strap on his front pack.
I’m real interested in the pitch.
If it ain’t fucking glorious, comeback, try another route. Don’twaste your time trying to crosssomething that’s gonna knock theshit out of us.
Kristensen moves over to MIKE MURPHY.
She does not need a Arabic horse.
How do you know about that?
I know everything Murphy.