BLACK MALE NURSE
past the Mercenary Army to -
Gimme somethin' for the bleedin'
pain. C'mon, mate, help me.
Can't. He's too weak. His skin is yellow and covered
six. Why can't we bring it down?
His eyes roll back, and he begins convulsing. Before
Raswani can even reach into his bag for medecine, the
Mercenary is dead.
In their eyes, hope.
lieutenant whom we'll know as McCLINTOCK. Through his
visor, we can just make out his pock-marked, angular
face. The shorter, pear-shaped man is a CAPTAIN. We
can't see his features, only the reflection of horn-
Have you brought the medicines?
Why the hell didn't you bring
Thirty deaths yesterday, eighteen
the day before, the disease is
killing our men faster than enemy
like the pulp of an orange. His voice is a whisper:
Take me home, Captain... Get me
outta this shithole. Please, I
wanna see my girl.
We'll get you home, soldier.
First, I need a tissue sample.
Promise me you'll get me home.
Promise me, Goddamit!
A long uneasy beat.
We'll get you home.
TWO SPACE-SUITED U.S. ARMY FIGURES
Not just supplies, but doctors
and nurses. And suits like yours
to protect us. This disease
spreads too fast.
ascending above the camp.
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