Three Kings Page #5

TROY:

(screaming the song)

And I'm proud I to be an American,

where at least I know I'm free.

And I won't forget the men who

died, who gave that right to me.

And I'd gladly stand up; next to

you and defend her still today.

Cause there ain't no doubt I love

this land, God bless the U S A --

Soldiers scream and go nuts.

Beer is sputtered from soldiers' mouths.

"I Can't Do Nothing For Ya Man" by Public Enemy blasts.

WALTER WOGOMAN, 19, quiet, tall, Southern operates two

parallel boom boxes like a DJ.

A Soldier rapidly peels down one Bruce Lee poster on top of

another, like a flip-book animating Bruce Lee. Vig wearing

a bandage across his nose from the fight on the berm does a

series of cheerleader-like karate arm movements.

Soldiers whip brightly painted toy footballs at Troy. He

whips the balls back, is tackled over a table, crashes.

Soldiers -- Vig, Walter, others -- scream viscerally as the

music blasts. Two soldiers fire their fingers like pistols

at Troy on the floor screaming like a fierce animal.

TROY:

Rahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Vig screams into Troy's face at point blank range.

VIG:

Rahhhhhhhhh.

TROY:

Rahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

CAPTAIN VAN METER

Goddamn it, where the f*** did

this beer come from we gotta take

more Iraqis prisoner tomorrow.

EXT. IRAQI DESERT - DAY

WIDE SHOT - HUNDREDS OF IRAQIS walking in the desert, hands

raised above their heads.

TRANSLATOR (MEGAPHONE)

Hasnala shi aluno quibaan --

CAPTAIN VAN METER

We will not hurt you. Lay down

your weapons, get on the ground --

TWO IRAQIS with bad face wounds get medical help.

FIVE IRAQIS:

on their knees, plead for mercy in Arabic as they disrobe.

They grab and kiss Troy Barlow's hand, as he holds his M-16

on the begging Iraqis.

TROY:

It's cool, no one's gonna hurt

you --

Vig whips out his big Thunder 5 pistol and points it in their

faces.

VIG:

Did you rape and torture anybody

in Kuwait, Abdul?

The Iraqis wail for mercy. Troy pushes Vig's pistol away.

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