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THE DAY BEFORE



MIDNIGHT





Director's Draft





by





Patrick Read Johnson





Based on the novel by Stephen Hunter



and screenplays



by



Raynold Gideon

Bruce Evans

&

John Bishop

EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN MISSILE BASE - ALASKA - PRE-DAWN



We're looking STRAIGHT UP-- At snowflakes and stars...

From the distance WE HEAR something SHUFFLING closer-- A young

winter-clad Air Force SENTRY walks INTO FRAME, looking down at

us. He checks his watch. Looks skyward. Keeps trudging along,

rhythmically, through the snow. Stops again, checking his

watch. Looks up to see-- A tiny point of light floating slowly

across the sky. A star with purpose. A satellite. He smiles

up at it.



SENTRY

Cheese.



AERIAL EST. SHOT - STRAIGHT DOWN ON THE MISSILE BASE



On the bald summit of a small mountain-- A three hundred yard

perimeter fence surrounding FIVE MASSIVE SILO DOORS, GUARD

SHACK, ELEVATOR HOUSE, BARRACKS and RADIO TOWER. The sentry a

tiny figure next to the giant message he has tromped out in the

field of snow between the silos...



PEACE ON EARTH





THE SENTRY



looks down again, smiling wistfully. Heads off on his rounds.



INT. MISSILE BASE ELEVATOR HOUSE - PRE-DAWN



Sparsely decorated. But cheered by tinsel, garland, and a

glowing Christmas tree. Three young Air Force officers, JACOBS,

RUSSO, and McKENZIE, lounging around the T.V.



Over by the Microwave, PETERSON struggles with a blistering bag

of popcorn. A PHONE RINGS and he notices his watch. Quickly pours

half the bag into a bowl and heads past TWO IMMENSE TITANIUM

ELEVATOR DOORS into a bulletproof lexan-encased ACCESS CONTROL

STATION. Locks the heavy door behind him. Grabs the phone.



PETERSON

Mambo access.



INT. BASE LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER. 300 FEET BENEATH THE SURFACE



Two U.S. Air Force officers (HAPGOOD & ROMANO) sit at control

consoles. Hapgood is amusing himself by replacing LETTERED

BUTTONS on his control panel with buttons from a spare box.

Spelling something out... Romano's on the phone--



ROMANO

This is Oscar-One-Niner. Any sign of our

relief?

(eyes his partner)

We'd really like to go home now.



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - PRE-DAWN



Peterson, phone in hand, punches the key-pad of an

impenetrable-looking WALL-SAFE--



PETERSON

No, but it's coming down pretty hard out

there.



The safe CLUNKS open-- Peterson retrieves a RED BINDER...



PETERSON

I'll speed 'em through for ya.

(sets the binder on the counter)

Right. Bye.



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Romano hangs up. Sighs.



ROMANO

I've got twenty-five hours to find a Super

Mario Brothers 3 cartridge. Got any ideas?



Hapgood's concentrating on his buttons-- Indicates the missiles

on the VIDEO SCREENS above his head--



HAPGOOD

Give 'em one of these instead. Hours of fun

for the whole family.



EXT. MISSILE BASE - PERIMETER GUARD SHACK - PRE-DAWN



100 yards from the Elevator house. TWO AIR POLICE OFFICERS share

coffee from a thermos. LIGHTS sweep across them as AN AIR FORCE

PICKUP TRUCK rounds the bend in the access road beyond. It's

Q-beam searchlight glares right in the men's eyes as the truck,

bearing two officers in hooded parkas, pulls up to the shack--



OFFICER 1

(shielding eyes)

Jesus--



The hooded DRIVER grabs the searchlight handle--



DRIVER

Sorry!



He tilts the light up and away. Right at-- THE SURVEILLANCE

CAMERA--



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - PRE-DAWN



Peterson's screen flares to white--



PETERSON

Asshole.



EXT. MISSILE BASE PERIMETER, THE SENTRY - PRE-DAWN



watches the truck sit there, blocking his view of the shack for

a moment. As it rolls on-- The Sentry brings up his radio.



SENTRY

They stop at McDonald's?

(no answer)

Hello?

(nothing. He whacks his radio)

Hello, gate?... Shit.



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - PRE-DAWN



Peterson, behind the bulletproof Lexan, routinely places his

right hand on the ALARM PLUNGER, as he watches the hooded

officers hustle inside, stamping their feet. Trade waves with

their pals by the T.V.



As the second officer in unzips his parka, the first reaches

into his jacket, tosses a security passport in the Access

Control receiving slot. Peterson opens it-- and it

EXPLODES!!--blowing him across the chamber! The two officers

drop and spin, emptying their pistols into Jacobs, Russo, and

MacKenzie, killing them right through the furniture! Then--

BOOM!!--



EXT. MISSILE BASE - PRE-DAWN



EXPLOSIONS erupt all around the perimeter, blowing chain-link

fence skyward--THE SENTRY spins around to see-- COMMANDOS

dressed in white camouflage rise like an army of ghosts from

the snow on all sides. The Sentry dives, unslings his weapon,

belly crawls madly across the snow. Unaware as a dot of red

laser light appears on his forehead, following his every move.

He scrambles behind one of the concrete silo covers. Looks over

the top to see--



THE BARRACKS under siege. Tracer fire splintering the

structure. SCREAMS and sporadic RETURN FIRE from within cut

short as a commando lobs a satchel-charge inside and the

building DETONATES in a huge EXPLOSION! The sentry drops,

clawing for his walkie-talkie-- The red laser dot leaps to his

foot-- THUP! A silenced rifle shot blows through his boot! He

screams, dropping the radio--



EXT. BASE COMMUNICATIONS TOWER TRANSMITTER SHACK - PRE-DAWN



A pair of Commandos kick open the door. Rush INSIDE-- Take

cable-cutters to a massive red trunk of wires-- CLUNCH!! SPARKS

FLY--



THE WOUNDED SENTRY--



clutches his foot in agony. Unseen, the dot of red laser light,

targeted on his shoulder, suddenly shifts to the concrete beside

him-- A burst of silenced shots hammer the surface, spraying

him with sparks and debris. He cowers, SCREAMING. Spots his

radio in the snow-- grabs it-- The red dot pinpoints his forehead

again--



SENTRY

S-security Alpha to PSAT! Come in!

(static answers him, he switches

frequencies)

Jesus! Oh Jesus! SAC Command! SAC Command!

This is--



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Hapgood installs the last button in the row on his panel--



HAPGOOD

Ta da!



The bogus row reads--"TH THTH ATS ALLF OLKS".



ROMANO

Jesus Hap. Put that back-- This is

supposed to be a no laugh zone.



HAPGOOD

It's damn close to that,sir.



ROMANO

(Fidgety, checking watch)

Where the hell they at?



He reaches for phone.



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - PRE-DAWN



The two fake officers are slapping plastique to the bulletproof

Lexan when-- The Access control station phone RINGS-- They

hurry--



EXT. MISSILE BASE - PRE-DAWN



MAJOR ALEX, a Nietzschean nightmare in black, runs across the

battlefield, leading a phalanx of COMMANDOS toward the Elevator

House. The two officers exit, crouching for cover on either

side of the door. BOOM!!--Smoke and shattered Lexan blast out

between them.



ON THE SENTRY



Reacting to the BLAST-- The red dot zeroed on his forehead--



SENTRY

Jesus God somebody talk to me! Please!



Suddenly a CRACKLE of STATIC and--



HEADPHONE VOICE

S.A.C. Command to unidentified Security

Alpha--



SENTRY

Yes! They're hitting us!! They're all

over--!



HEADPHONE VOICE

--Security Alpha, Please identify

yourself--



SENTRY

--Kevin Page!! Airman 2nd Class Kev--

(ducks at GUNFIRE and SCREAMS)

Oh Jesus!! They're killing everybody!



HEADPHONE VOICE

Security Alpha-- What is the day-code?



SENTRY

What?? The day-- it's--

(EXPLOSION)

Fuck! It's Sierra-Four, Delta-Niner,

Hotel-Six!



EXT. MISSILE BASE - AT THE PERIMETER FENCE - PRE-DAWN



A laser-sighted rifle aimed by a SNIPER, wearing a headset.



SNIPER

(he's the headphone VOICE!)

Thank you.



BLAMM!!!



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



ROMANO

(still on the phone)

They're not answering upstairs.



He hangs up. Checks his watch. Picks up again. Dialing

worriedly.



HAPGOOD

C'mon Ray, guy doesn't answer the phone.

Somehow, I just don't think we're at war.



EXT. MISSILE BASE, MOVING WITH THE MAJOR - PRE-DAWN



As he reaches the house-- his headphones squawking--



SNIPER'S RADIO VOICE



...Repeat. Day Code-- Sierra-Four, Delta-Niner, Hotel-Six.



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Romano hangs up again.



ROMANO

No front gate either-- I'm calling

command.



HAPGOOD

You're gonna' get us in a shit load of

trouble, pardner.



Romano spins to the TELETYPE. Types. Hits SEND. Nothing.

He stares at it. Hits SEND again. Nothing. Now Hapgood

stares.



ROMANO

Keys out!



HAPGOOD

What? Aw c'mon, Ray... It's--

Something's wrong with it or--



ROMANO

I said get the goddamn keys out!



He grabs his revolver from it's drawer-- rises, checking the

load on his way to the double combination-locked RED KEY BOX

on the wall, when the phone rings-- He snatches it up--.



ROMANO

Oscar-one-niner! What is the day-code?



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - PRE-DAWN



Phone in hand, Major Alex turns into the light. Revealing the

massive burn scar that runs down one side of his face.



MAJOR ALEX

Sierra-Four, Oscar-Niner, Hotel-Six.



He holds out his hand and receives Peterson's RED BINDER.



ROMANO V.O.



What the hell's going on up there?



MAJOR ALEX

Sorry, Oscar-one-niner. The fucking

Christmas tree caught fire. Sprinklers

went off and all kinds of shit just shorted

out. It's a mess.

Behind Major Alex, a DARK FIGURE approaches, others parting for

him-



ROMANO V.O.(A NERVOUS LAUGH)



Shit! You guys scared the hell outta me! Where's Peterson?



Dead on the floor.



MAJOR ALEX

(laughs)

Uh, Stamping out presents, sir.

(reads from the red binder)

This is McKenzie, Authentication

Tango-Delta-



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



ROMANO

(glances at duty roster)

That's okay. I got you here. Shit...



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - PRE-DAWN



Major Alex listens, pulling a red card from the binder. It

reads:



"DAILY P.A.L.C. 1-8-1-12-9-0-0-0-2-0-0-1



Major Alex holds it up to show the Dark Figure in the shadows.

Hands it to a COMMANDO who rushes to the elevator control panel.



MAJOR ALEX

Oh, sir? Your relief just arrived.

They're on their way down.



He nods to the Commando by the elevator, who starts punching

in the code, nice and slow. The Dark Figure watches...



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Romano lets out a his breath. Hapgood looks a question.



ROMANO

(nervous laugh)

The Christmas tree caught fire.



HAPGOOD

(swallows hard)

Ho. Ho. Ho.

(he gets up)

Jesus, let's get outta here.



He punches the door control. The barrier HISSES open.



ROMANO

Hapgood, please leave the damn door

closed. You always fucking do this--



COMPUTER VOICE

Warning. Access has been achieved.



HAPGOOD

See? They're here.



He steps through the portal, into the hall. The elevator door

100 feet away, opens.



HAPGOOD

Jimbo, where the fuck you been?



A bullet blows through Hapgood's chest. He lands just outside

the Control Center door. Major Alex and his men erupt from the

elevator and rush down the 100 ft.hall. The Dark Figure follows

slowly...



HAPGOOD

The door! Close--th-- door



Romano punches the door button. It begins to close, but

Hapgood's body blocks it. Dying, he shouts at Romano.



HAPGOOD

5-3-29!



Romano runs to wall safe and spins Hapgood's combination.

Tries the lock-- It doesn't work. The enemies' FOOTSTEPS pound

CLOSER! He tries again-- with one hand! The other aiming his

.38 at the opening above Hapgood. A Commando attempts to

squeeze in. Romano empties his gun-- The Commando drops on

Hapgood. Romano throws off the first lock-- Starts on his own,

fingers flying-- Major Alex appears-- Fires a wild burst over

the dead commando blocking the doorway-- Romano throws off the

second lock, rips open the box-- Grabs the two LAUNCH KEYS

within-- He spins toward the key vault 20 feet away. Major Alex

yanks the dead commando out of his way and fires, putting three

bullets in Romano's back. Romano screams, dropping one of the

keys, but stumbles forward-- Hand outstretched for the vault--

Major Alex opens fire again, but the killing impacts only help

Romano the last few feet. He slams into the key vault wall,

fist breaking through the breakaway shield. An ALARM begins

to BLARE! Romano's fist shudders-- His wide eyes go dead-- The

key drops--



Major Alex squeezes the rest of the way into the room and runs

for vault. But as Romano slides down the face of the vault,

a half-ton titanium block RUMBLES down to seal off the opening.

Alex ROARS, spinning around in frustration, finally bashing the

alarm speaker into silence with his rifle butt. The Dark Figure

enters, moves into the light. THE GENERAL. Grey crew-cut.

Sky-blue eyes. Charisma personified. He stares at the scene

with amazing calm. Approaches the key-vault, fascinated. An

unexpected twist.



THE GENERAL

Brilliant.

(he touches the metal)

Didn't I tell you he was a genius, Alex?



MAJOR ALEX

Yes, sir... A genius.



THE GENERAL

But flawed nonetheless. His weaknesses

were enough to get us this far-- Our

strength will carry us home.



The General watches as IN THE HALLWAY, three two-man teams, each

with a portable computer, move quickly down the SILO ACCESS

TUNNEL. The Teletype beside Major Alex begins to chatter. He

reads--



MAJOR ALEX

From Washington. Imperative request to

contact

(his mood brightens)

They're not happy.



THE GENERAL

No. I don't suppose they are.

(checks his watch)

Two minutes. Not bad. Peter's little

"safe" must send a signal.



MAJOR ALEX

Shall I answer them?



THE GENERAL

No... Let them wonder.



He moves to the bank of video monitors between the control

stations. Stares at the five missiles in their silos.

Waiting.



THE GENERAL

They'll have their answer soon enough.



INT. MISSILE SILO 1 ACCESS CORRIDOR



COMMANDO MISSILE TEAM 1 arrives at an AIRLOCK DOOR labeled "SILO

1." The TEAM LEADER punches the door control. THUMP-HISSS--

The door slides away-- The men enter--



INT. SILO 1



A concrete cylinder 20 feet across, 100 feet deep. The leader,

activates the controls on the service gantry. The platform

reaches out from the doorway, simultaneously sliding around the

curved wall on a recessed track. As it THUMPS against the black

metal skin of THE MISSILE, one of the commandos detaches a thick

TELEMETRY UMBILICAL from it's socket. Replaces it with a

smaller cable, running from the second Commando's portable

computer. The computer's screen is flipped up. Fingers dance

across keys-- BEEP--



ON THE COMPUTER SCREEN-- The words--



TARGETING COMPUTER ACCESSED. D.E.C. DECRYPTION PROBE IN

PROGRESS--



And as the computer WHIRRS and CLICKS we follow it's digital

probing up the cable, PULLING UP AND BACK TO REVEAL--



THE PEACEKEEPER MISSILE. Seventy feet of death wrapped in

solid black titanium. HISSING pressure valves and CRACKLING,

supercooled engines give the impression the thing is alive.

That it wants to be set free. A distant RUMBLING grows and WE

CUT with a BOOM!!! TO--



A CARTOON EXPLOSION



on television... Watched by 5 yr old SCOTT MYERS, who giggles

at the sight of WILEY COYOTE smoldering in the aftermath... He

stops laughing momentarily as something hits the floor upstairs

with a muffled CRASH--



VIALS OF CLEAR LIQUID



roll across the tiles of the UPSTAIRS BATHROOM floor... A man's

HAND reaches shakily to halt their escape. Scooping the vials

back into a travel kit-- The man rises, GRUNTING with the effort,

to stare at himself in the mirror above the sink...



ROBERT PULLER. A sixty year old man in a whole lot of pain.

Biting back the agony inside him, Puller fumbles with a syringe,

fighting to guide it's needle through the rubber diaphragm on

ONE OF THE VIALS.



As the needle slips inside we FOLLOW IT DOWN REVEALING THE LABEL.

Morphine. Puller brings up the syringe, bleeding the air. Is

about to inject when Scott's innocent LAUGHTER echoes up from

downstairs. Puller stops to listen. His eyes glazing. He

drives the needle home.



DOWNSTAIRS



As Scott enjoys his cartoons-- Across the snow field BEYOND THE

LIVING ROOM WINDOW, his mother SARAH exits the the barn, starts

through the pre-dawn gloom carrying a metal pail. Just then...

The phone RINGS... Scott ignores the first few rings... But

then, realizing no one's around, he siezes the opportunity to

scamper up to his favorite new toy--



SCOTT

(grabbing up the phone)

Hello?? Yes... No my dad's in the barn and

so's my mom.



Actually she's just spotted him on the phone and is now hurrying

with her burden...



SCOTT

Yes, he's here but he's sleeping...Who are

you?

(whatever the voice says in reply

causes him to giggle)

No you're not! That's silly...

(the voice insists)

I have to hang up now. My mom said not to

talk to strangers. Bye.

And he hangs up. Just as Puller, still in his bathrobe,

enters--



PULLER

Who was that, shortstuff?



SCOTT

Some man...

(giggles)

He said he was the President...



RING!!!! On Puller's reaction WE CUT TO--



FIVE UH-1B HUEY HELICOPTERS



Turbines SHRIEKING. Rotors THUNDERING. As they idle on the

snow behind MAJOR JAKE DUSSAULT, a Native American Air Force

officer.



AT THE MYERS' FARMHOUSE DOOR-- Puller appears, throwing on his

coat and heading out. Sarah, Bobby, and SARAH'S HUSBAND appear

behind him, watching uncertainly as he makes his over to

Dussault...



PULLER

Major Dussault?



DUSSAULT

(salutes)

Sir! If you're ready, we should be heading

out!



Puller holds the man's eyes a long moment. Then speaks the most

difficult words he's ever had to say.



PULLER

I'm not going.



DUSSAULT

Sir?



PULLER

Major, I cannot take this assignment--



DUSSAULT

Colonel Puller, I have orders from the

President--



PULLER

I know what your orders are, Goddammit! I

just talked to the man-- I told him to find

somebody else--



DUSSAULT

--Sir! There isn't anybody else in the

area--



PULLER

--I am unfit for duty, Major. Now get

moving. You'll stop these fuckers.

Christ, you're the sight technician-- I

don't know the first thing about your

installations--



Puller is absolutely trembling with conflict.



PULLER

I am the last man you want for this job.



DUSSAULT

Begging your pardon sir... I don't know

what's wrong... But from what I hear...

You're the only man I'd want for this job.



His eyes move past Puller, to the family far behind him...



DUSSAULT

And I bet you're the man they'd want as

well...



A GIGANTIC BALL OF FIRE



looming above the horizon. THE RISING SUN through a LONG

LENS... And now another sound rises. The liquid THROBBING of

PULLER'S HELICOPTERS lifting up INTO FRAME, the air around them

shimmering in their engine heat. As they approach, we HEAR...



PILOT'S RADIO VOICES



...Maintain heading zero-six-niner. Be advised flight center

reports high winds and turbulence over Alaska Range. Visibility

zero-point-five miles.



INSIDE THE LEAD HELICOPTER - SUNRISE



Colonel Puller stares through mirrored aviator glasses. Listens

impassively as twin reflections of Dussault brief him by headset

over the THUNDERING NOISE...

DUSSAULT

(reading fax)

...What I do today may be cursed and

rallied against, what I achieve for

tomorrow will be praised for all

time...signed, "Commanding Officer,

Provisional Army of the United States."

(stows the FAX)

This was received over the National

Command Center Channel at 09:23 hrs. this

morning.



PULLER

Are we certain these guys are actually in

the silo?



DUSSAULT

In the launch control center, yes sir.

He'd have to be to use the direct line.

The message followed by half and hour a

clear channel automatic alarm signal that

the facility's key vault had been

activated. Which means, at least for the

time being, one or both of the missile

launch keys is out of Aggressor One's

reach.



PULLER

Can he get them out?



DUSSAULT

They could torch through the key vault.

But it's titanium. They'd need some hefty

equipment. Even then it'd take a long

time.



PULLER

How long?



DUSSAULT

As I remember it, the test runs took ten

to twelve hours.



PULLER

Not good enough. I want exact figures.



DUSSAULT

I'll get 'em.

He reaches for the TeleFax keyboard. CUT TO--



A ROADSIDE SIGN



half-buried in freshly plowed snow reads-- HUMMEL WELDING. A

snowball splats against it and 6 year old BEAN HUMMEL pops up

from behind the logo--



BEAN

Missed!



And she tosses her own snowball at her 4 year old sister, POO--

Who SHRIEKS in excitement, spinning to duck the projectile--

only to find her self staring at a pair of Air Force Blue

trousers. She looks up with big eyes and sees--



FIVE grim-looking U.S. AIR FORCE OFFICERS staring down at her.

The closest, HERMAN, a tall, powerfully built young man in his

20's, brushes the snowball's remains from his coat right over

his heart. Smiles at Poo with a set of perfect white teeth.



INT. HUMMEL'S WORKSHOP - MORNING



JACK HUMMEL, mid 30's, A welder at work. Building a Go-Kart

for some lucky kid. O.C. WE HEAR--



BETH

Jack!



Hummel's wife, leading the officers toward the workshop. The

girls tag behind. Poo studying Herman curiously. Hummel

shuts off his torch and walks out to meet them. A younger

LIEUTENANT steps forward.



BETH

Jack. These officers came to the house

looking for you.



HUMMEL

Hi. What can I do for you?



LIEUTENANT

Mr. Hummel, we have a problem. And we're

hoping you can help us solve it.



EXT. ALASKAN MOUNTAIN RANGE - FLYING - MORNING



BOOM!!! Puller's helicopters blast by all around us--

INSIDE PULLER'S HELICOPTER - MORNING



PULLER

What can we hit this installation with? I

mean why don't we just nuke the fucker and

call it a day...



DUSSAULT

The missiles are 100 feet down in hard rock

and shock-isolated. The facility can

take a direct hit from a Soviet SS-24

warhead and still launch. There is no

ordnance big enough to take it out.



PULLER

What about conventional bombs, Napalm?

Wipe out the resistance and walk in.



DUSSAULT

No sir. The mainframe computer that

controls the elevator is mounted directly

adjacent to the doors. It's sheathed in

titanium so it's pretty invulnerable to

small arms fire, but anything above a

grenade could damage the circuits and if

that happens, the door locks shut and

you'll never get in.



PULLER

Nerve gas?



DUSSAULT

Sensors all over the base. One whiff of

toxin and again the place locks up.



PULLER

Can we intercept the missiles if they

launch?



With a Patriot?



DUSSAULT

Patriot's not much more than a flying frag

grenade. Blows holes in cheap aluminum

missiles. Peacekeepers are titanium

skinned. Besides the nearest Patriots

are in North Carolina.

PULLER

What'll the Russians do if these things

fly?



DUSSAULT

Which Russians? The birds are targeted on

key Soviet Hard Targets all over the former

Union's territory. Pentagon believes the

various armed forces would align with

Russia and they'll launch on warning, sir.

The majority of these birds are

headhunters. Designed to decapitate the

former Soviet command structure in one

blow. The republics see these things

heading into their airspace they're not

going to take it lying down.



PULLER

Alright. We're gonna have to dig these

guys out. I want satellite recon of every

square inch of that hill.



DUSSAULT

On its way.



PULLER

Get on the horn to--

(squints at the map)

--what is this?..Burkittsville? Find the

sherriff and tell 'em to meet us at the LZ.

And have him seal off the area. I want the

place shut down.



INT. HUMMEL HOUSE, KITCHEN, BURKITTSVILLE - DAY



Beth is entering the kitchen with Bean and Poo, still watching

as OUSTSIDE-- HUMMEL jumps into an AIR FORCE VAN. Herman slams

the door shut behind him. Beth turns inside and the vehicle

departs leaving Herman and two other officers with briefcases

behind. Poo points over Beth's shoulder--



POO

Mommy, look--



Beth turns. Herman fills the doorway. He smiles, his voice

calming.



HERMAN

We will remain here with you and the

children until your husband returns.



BETH

Why?



HERMAN

(closing the door)

Procedure.



BETH

What? That's silly. I have to take Bean

to church. She's singing in the--



Herman hesitates. Sets his briefcase on the kitchen table--



HERMAN

She will stay home today.



CLICK! CLICK! He opens it and retrieves a nasty-looking

automatic rifle with a folding stock-- SNAP!! It's ready.



HERMAN

You will all stay home today.



EXT. MOUNTAIN PASS - MORNING



FOLLOWING Puller's helicopters as they ROAR around a bend in

the chasm, which REVEALS-- CROW MOUNTAIN in the distance-- the

tiny town of BURKITTSVILLE at its base.



INT. PULLER'S HELICOPTER - MORNING



DUSSAULT

There's a Delta Unit choppering in from

cold weather exercises in the Endicott

Mountains. They're about ten minutes

behind us. 133rd Tactical Air Wing has 15

A-10 ground Support Fighters ready to go.

Problem is pilots. They're rounding up

everyone they can find but most of 'em are

gone for the holiday.



Puller stares out at his destination. Squeezes his eyes shut

in obvious discomfort. He discreetly checks his watch.



PULLER

Who else? What about the 6th Light?

DUSSAULT

Socked in on the ground. Along with every

other force in the Pacific Northwest.

Whoever Aggressor One is, he picked a hell

of a time to hit us.



Puller nods... but something bugs him about it... As Dussault

continues Puller, fishes in a jacket pocket... tries to

manipulate something inside it...



DUSSAULT

The 28th Airborne Rangers in Nebraska are

gearing up, but at best they're 13 hours

away. Till they get here, there's only

one other unit near.



PULLER

Who's that?



DUSSAULT

Alaska National Guard.



Puller chews on it a moment. Removes his hand from his pocket,

his fist closed...



PULLER

Alright. Get 'em moving. But keep a lid

on the possibility of a launch. For now,

there are terrorists on the hill, not in

it. I don't need people making their

peace with God or their relatives on my

time.



The TeleFax machine BEEPS. Dussault turns to it, giving Puller

a chance to throw the pill in his mouth...Dussault grabs the

fax-- But glances up in time to notice the act...As Puller washes

the pill down with his coffee, his eyes say--"You didn't see

that" Dussault reads--



DUSSAULT

Argon Labs says shortest time to cut

through Key Vault-- 14 hours, 32 minutes.



PULLER

They've been up there what, three?



DUSSAULT

Two hours, forty-three minutes.

PULLER

Guess it figures...



DUSSAULT

What's that?



Puller stares off at the gathering storm clouds.



PULLER

The world ending around midnight.



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN MISSILE BASE - MORNING



The Air Force Van bearing Hummel enters the devastated compound.

Drives past a group of commandos off-loading two U-HAUL MOVING

TRUCKS. Past tarp covered bodies. Stops before the Elevator

House. Hummel and the others get out.



HUMMEL

Jesus, what happened up here?



LIEUTENANT

We were hit by terrorists attempting to

take the facility. Fortunately we

prevailed.



WHISTLES start to blow and commandos race for newly dug trenches

as five helicopters appear, headed this way--



LIEUTENANT

(steering Hummel inside)

Come along, Mr. Hummel--



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



The General sits in Hapgood's chair, watching the the missile

re-programming teams' progress on the SILO MONITORS. The

Lieutenant and Hummel enter the room.



LIEUTENANT

Mr. Hummel, this is the General...



THE GENERAL

How do you do, Mr. Hummel?



HUMMEL

Okay... So... what's the problem?

The General motions him to the wall. Behind the broken glass

of the key vault is a wall of shiny metal.



THE GENERAL

Touch this please, Mr. Hummel.



He does.



THE GENERAL

Do you recognize it?



HUMMEL

Not steel. Not iron. Some sort of

alloy. Titanium and something...



THE GENERAL

And Carbon, Mr Hummel. Giving it a

melting point around 7500 degrees

Farenheit. Can you penetrate it?



HUMMEL

Yeah.



THE GENERAL

Then please do.



Hummel begins to set up equipment. But he's getting nervous.



HUMMEL

Heat's not the problem. Problem is time.

Hope you got plenty. What's inside?



THE GENERAL

A key.



HUMMEL

Must be a hell of a key.



THE GENERAL

It is the key, Mr. Hummel, to all our

futures.



Hummel looks around. At the cold faces. The threatening

postures of the guards... And something awful occurs to him.



HUMMEL

Um... Look... Could I-- Could I please see

some sort of I.D.? Please?

The General stares at him a moment. It's scary. Then he smiles

with a set of those perfect white teeth...



THE GENERAL

Certainly, Mr. Hummel.

(unbuttoning his coat, he pulls

out a pistol.)

Will this do? Or do you require two forms

of I.D.?



Hummel just stares at him in disbelief.



HUMMEL

Jesus... You're... You're gonna launch the

missiles... You're gonna nuke Russia!



THE GENERAL

Yes. And you're going to help me.



Hummel staggers under the horror of a new realization...



HUMMEL

Or what...



THE GENERAL

Mr. Hummel. I am willing to burn millions

of unnamed Russian babies in their

cradles. I would have no compunction

whatever in ordering that two American

babies-- named Bean and Poo-- join them...



The Guard holds out the torch to Hummel. He grabs it. And

beyond his fear, we see a glimmer of something stronger.

Something for later. WHOOSH!!! The torch flares--



EXT. RANGER STATION/FIREBASE ROUNDUP - DAY



State Police and Sheriff's Office cars race across a field at

the foot of the Mountain. Careen over a rise, REVEALING-- The

NOATAK RIVER RANGER STATION. The cars fan out into a circle as

Puller's helicopters BOOM overhead. Land in the center in a

flurry of snow. Puller and Dussault get out, jog over to meet

a Highway Patrol Officer (PARLETT) and the Sheriff of

Burkittsville (AUBER)



AUBER

Colonel Puller-- Sam Auber. Officer

Partlett-

PULLER

(shaking hands)

Sheriff, can you give me some perimeter

security till the Guard gets here?



AUBER

I'll deputize some local boys. They can

all shoot.



Suddenly a BEIGE MID-SIZE SEDAN careens over a rise behind them.

The driver slams on his brakes and loses control on the icy road.

The car skids, heading straight for Puller, who jumps out of

the way-- watching it slide past him into a snowbank. A

twenty-seven year old kid in a suit named UCKLEY rolls down the

car's window.



UCKLEY

Uh. I'm Special Agent James Uckley,

F.B.I.



PULLER

I can see you're gonna be of enormous help.



He walks off with the others-- Leaving Uckley to get out, gather

his things, and scurry after them, slipping on the ice as he

goes.



UCKLEY

I'm supposed to be your liason with

Washington--



PULLER

Tell you what... How 'bout for right now

you just liason with the nearest coffee

machine, okay? Black, no sugar.



Uckley sees the writing on the wall. Rolls up his mental

sleeves.



EXT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY



State Troopers carry a picnic table inside the largest of

several log cabins. Puller, Dussault, Parlett walk toward the

building. Uckley catches up, matching stride with Puller.



UCKLEY

Listen, The President has received a

message from someone claiming to be--

PULLER

--Yeah I know, Commanding Officer of the

"Provisional Army of the United States of

America". Never heard of 'em. Have you?



UCKLEY

No. My guess is it's some sort of right wing

survivalist group--



PULLER

Around me, Agent Uckley, don't guess.

People who guess fuck up. People who fuck

up, die. Got it?



UCKLEY

Alright, look... Guessing's part of my

job, Colonel. So you can cut the macho

bullshit. If we're going to get along

here--



PULLER

--We don't need to get along at all!

All we have to do is understand that I have

absolute authority from the President of

the United States to do any goddamn thing

I see fit in this situation-- Up to and

including putting a bullet through anybody

who stands in my way. Are you standing in

my way, Uckley?



UCKLEY

No...I--



PULLER

--Good.



And just like that he's over it. He walks on, the others trading

looks as they follow. Uckley just stares, stung to the core.

As Dussault passes him--



UCKLEY

Who the hell is that guy?



DUSSAULT

Don't mess with him, kid. From what I hear

he comes at you, you'll have to put a full

clip in him to stop him-- and then his

shadow'll cut your throat.

He moves on. Uckley can't believe these guys...



UCKLEY

Uh, excuse me... But, before we all go

marching off to war, has anybody here tried

talking to them yet?



The sherriff holds up his megaphone. Waggles a finger through

the bullet hole in the speaker bell--



PULLER

It's been what? Three hours? And no

demands. That about what you'd expect

Agent Uckley?



UCKLEY

No.



PULLER

Me either. Any ideas?



UCKLEY

I'd have to guess.



Puller snaps around to look at him. Then, a slight smile.



PULLER

Go on.



He leads them - INSIDE



UCKLEY

Could mean they're trying to sweat us.

Could be waiting for their demand or orders

to come from another source. Could be

they've got internal problems.



PULLER

They seem pretty disciplined.



DUSSAULT

Or maybe they're waiting to get the keys

out of the vault so their demand has more

bite. Inserting them in the key stations

sends another direct signal to Washington.

Hell of a bargaining chip.



OUTSIDE, DELTA HELICOPTERS descend in a cloud of rotor-blasted

snow-

UCKLEY

Would they have a welder with them? I mean

what if they didn't know about the key

vault? They'd be sitting on a pretty

useless piece of real estate. This could

all be a bluff.



Puller watches as OUTSIDE-- CAPTAIN KEN SKAZY, the young Delta

Force Commander, heads this way...



PULLER

If they knew enough to get in, then we have

to assume they knew about the key vault.

The only question now is who's going to get

inside it first. Us or them.



INT. NATIONAL GUARD ARMORY, FT BAIRD, ALASKA - DAY



We PULL BACK from a POSTER of SADDAM HUSSEIN with a BULLSEYE

printed on it, to a frenetic scene of MOTION and NOISE as ONE

HUNDRED AND FIFTY NATIONAL GUARDSMEN rip open lockers-- Grab

weapons-- Put on combat gear-- We pick up CAPTAIN THOMAS

BARNARD, geared up and ready to go, marching down the line of

prepping soldiers-- Spurring them on. LT. ROBERT DILL runs up,

throwing a pack over his shoulder--



DILL

Hey, Tom, what the hell's going on?



BARNARD

Phase Four nuclear emergency, Lieutenant.



They bang out the barracks door--



EXT. NATIONAL GUARD ARMORY, FORT BAIRD, ALASKA - DAY



is under six feet of snow. With more coming down right now. Men

with shovels are excavating a line of ARMY TRUCKS. Someone tries

to start one. RrrrRrRRRrRRRrrrr...



DILL

What the fuck does that mean?



BARNARD

Beats the shit out of me. But it sure

don't sound like something I want for

Christmas.



CORPORAL

Hey, Captain. These things are frozen

solid!



BARNARD

Well, piss on 'em for Christ sake!

I wanna be on the road by 1200!



The Coporal looks out a the drift covered landscape--



CORPORAL

What road??



EXT. AIR FORCE BASE AIRFIELD, MAIN ENTRANCE - DAY



Speeding cars are waved through by an AIR POLICEMAN, standing

beneath a sign identifying the 133rd TACTICAL FIGHTER WING. The

cars race toward the largest of several aircraft hangars.



INT. AIR FORCE BASE HANGAR - DAY



LT. JOANNE TARNHOWER is working with a mechanic to speed-mount

an SUU-23 gun pod under the wing of her A-10 THUNDERBOLT Ground

Support Fighter. One of FIVE in the hangar. LEO PELL, flight

leader, walks past, doffing a Santa Costume--



Two GROUND CREWMEN wheel a pallet of 20mm ammo into the hangar.

Pell runs his hands over it lovingly--



PELL

20 mike mike, ladies and gentlemen.

Shitstorm in a box!



Another PILOT looks up from preflighting his plane-- "BAGDAD

BERTHA"



PILOT #3

Hey boss, who gets all the attention?



PELL

Some yo-yos up North, sitting on top of

some prime Air Force real estate. All dug

in and thinking they can hold the place.



TARNHOWER

Shit. Guess they don't watch CNN.



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY

In the large dining hall, maps of the area are tacked on walls.

Puller, Dussault, Uckley, Parlett and Auber stand around the

table. Skazy stands apart from the others. Superior.

Impatient.



PULLER

Alright. According to our satellite photos

we've got sixty some well-armed men up

there guarding access to the missile silo.

Our job is to make them go away. And

thanks to time and mother nature, the only

people who can help us to do that are the

Delta Strike Force, a Ranger Airborne

battalion from Nebraska that may or may not

get here in time, a raggedy-ass National

Guard Unit that's already late, and a Tac

Air Unit that can't use anything hotter

than 20mm ammo on their planes. And to top

it all off it's gotta get done before

midnight or there's gonna be a couple of

hundred million shopping days till next

Christmas. So. How are we gonna do it?



SKAZY

Colonel, It's a confined area. Send in

Delta and we'll get this thing over in a

hurry.



PULLER

I don't know who's up there.



SKAZY

Due respect, sir, it doesn't make a hell

of a lot of difference to Delta.



PULLER

You know better than that, Major. If

these guys went to all the trouble of

taking this facility, it's a fair bet they

plan on holding it. And to do that they'd

have to be packing some pretty heavy

firepower.



Puller walks to the window, thinking.



PULLER

Sheriff? How well do you know this

mountain?

AUBER

Pretty damn well. And I can get folks who

know what I don't.



PULLER

Do it. Pump them for every Eskimo legend,

hunting exploit, or campfire ghost story

they've got about that hill. There's

always something that's not on the maps.

Captain Skazy, take a recon patrol up to

the tree-line. Don't get in a fight. I

want information, not bodies. And wire the

place for sound. If anybody up there so

much as spits I want to hear it.



SKAZY

Yes, sir...



PULLER

And I want an attack plan by 1300.



The others head out, leaving Dussault with Puller.



PULLER

Alright Jake, who designed this fucker?



DUSSAULT

His name's Thiokol. Missile Basing Modes

designer. They say he's a genius.



PULLER

What do you think?



DUSSAULT

I think he's the smartest man I've ever

met.



PULLER

Why's that?



DUSSAULT

He told me so.



EXT. 33,000 FEET ABOVE THE NORTH PACIFIC OCEAN - MORNING



BOOM!! A JAPAN AIRLINES 747 blows past us-- heading off into

the rising sun.



INT. 747 CABIN - MORNING

Lights down. Shades closed. leeping passengers. But

someone's TALKING softly. DR. PETER THIOKOL (40's), quite awake

in an aisle seat, laptop computer on his tray table, dictating

into a pocket recorder...



THIOKOL

...recent events have led to the popular

if naive belief that nuclear weapons have

become obsolete. The consolidation of

former Soviet rocket forces within Russian

borders is no reason to sleep easier at

night. All that has changed is how much

longer a warhead must fly to ruin your

whole day.



PILOT'S VOICE

Uh... Ladies and gentleman. Good morning.

If I could have your attention please.



Thiokol looks around as people stir.



PILOT'S VOICE

Due to weather conditions in San

Francisco... We will be diverting to Nome,

Alaska--



A collective GROAN in the cabin. UP AHEAD-- the door to the

cockpit open. THE CAPTAIN appears. Confers with a FLIGHT

ATTENDANT, then turns a stern gaze right at him! Starts walking

CLOSER-- And Thiokol realizes something is terribly wrong.



EXT. SKY - MORNING



The 747 banks off to the north...



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN - DAY



Skazy and his DELTA FIRE TEAM steal through the snowy

underbrush, near the tree line. THROUGH SKAZY'S BINOCULARS--

WE SEE Commandos digging fox holes. Lumpy tarps cover some sort

of equipment. Skazy signals to his men. They pull out small

parabolic microphones and fasten them to trees.



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY



Puller and Dussault are bent over maps with Auber and two

septugenarian LOCALS. Uckley stands by. BEREZIN, a young Air

Force communications specialist sticks his head in from the

make-shift COMMUNICATIONS CENTER in the next room.



BEREZIN

We're live, Colonel.



PULLER

Hear anything?



BEREZIN

Not much, sir. They're calling each other

by rank only. No names.



Puller goes back to the group by the maps.



LOCAL 2

There's a natural spring above the ridge

here. Flows most of the year...



PULLER

(not interested)

What else?



LOCAL 1

Well around the west side here--

(indicates on the map)

That's where old Discovery Number Four

was.



PULLER

Mine?



LOCAL 1

Coal. It was sealed off after the cave-in

back in '34. Big tragedy. Lost sixty

boys.



UCKLEY

The base was built on top of a coal mine?



LOCAL 1

Well more like next to it.



Puller looks at Dussault.



DUSSAULT

We knew about it. Took test borings.

There was no geological instability. And

no shafts that lead to the complex.

LOCAL 1

That you fellas know about...



LOCAL 2

(on Puller's obvious interest)

...You and Congress took long enough to

build that place. Left the holes you dug

open to the sky for near 10 years. Ever

see what rainwater does on soft coal?

You'd get some mighty interesting

formations in ten years.



LOCAL 1

You'd get flues.

(on their uncertain looks)

Tunnels... lot's of em...



Puller looks at the old man... Nodding...



PULLER

And all we need is one. Big enough for a

man...



POLICE CARS EVERYWHERE



Hunting like wolf packs through the poorer neigborhoods of

SEATTLE WASHINGTON. Helicopters THUNDER overhead. Officers

race house to house, pounding on doors till they get a response

or battering them open if they don't--



BENEATH A FREEWAY OVERPASS--



several blocks away, NATHAN WALLS, ex-Vietnam, ex-American

Dream, ex-hope, huddles against the cold and drizzling rain.

Pays little attention to the mayhem down the road as he struggles

to write something on a soggy piece of cardboard. With each

letter, he looks up from his work, checking it against the sign

clutched in the hand of another bum sleeping against the cold

concrete nearby--"WILL WORK FOR FOOD" Walls finishes and

brings his own crudely lettered sign up before his chest. Cars

splash him in response. The SOUND of APPROACHING SIRENS draws

near and Walls frowns as SIX POLICE CARS ROAR PAST-- No jobs

there. He's watching them careen onto the free-way onramps

behind him when a BLACK SEDAN that flies past after the police,

locks up it's brakes, slides 180 degrees, and ROARS up to a stop

right beside him. Two SUITS in sunglasses leap from the

vehicle-- Another EX-VET jumps from the back, pointing--

EX-VET

That's him--



SUIT 1

Nathan Walls?



WALLS

Yeah...?



SUIT 2

(flashing F.B.I. badge)

You're hired.



INT. JAPAN AIR LINES 747 - DAY



The FRONT CABIN DOOR swings open before Thiokol. REVEALING--

The tiny NOME AIRPORT. Its emergency personnel and vehicles

backed up by a gathering of LOCALS, awestruck at the spectacle

of--



THE JAPAN AIRLINES 747



sitting at the edge of the wheel-plowed perimeter field, having

left the short runway a good 200 yards behind! An angry looking

FLIGHT ATTENDANT reaches down near Thiokol's feet and yanks a

handle. BWATCH!!! HISSS-- The emergency slide inflates.



FLIGHT ATTENDANT

Welcome to Alaska.



INT. CROW MOUNTAIN MISSILE BASE ELEVATOR HOUSE - DAY



Major Alex, clutching binoculars, scans the scene below-- The

National Guard is arriving. Heavy trucks churning up mud and

snow as they RUMBLE over the hill behind the camp. A sudden

glint of light, causes Alex to pause, focusing on a lone figure

staring back up through his own binoculars. It's Puller.

Behind Major Alex, the Elevator Doors open. The General

appears beside him.



MAJOR ALEX

I think... I've just met our opponent.



He hands the binoculars to the General.



THE GENERAL

He's in trouble. Just as we expected.

(hands the glasses back)

You planned well. You are to be

congratulated.



MAJOR ALEX

I had good information. For that I

congratulate you.



THE GENERAL

It was my pleasure.



They laugh at some secret joke.



EXT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY



Puller stares up at the Mountain. A Jeep, HORN BLARING, careens

through the National Guard traffic, pulls up bearing Thiokol.

He jumps out and walks up to the Colonel.



THIOKOL

Colonel Puller. I'm Peter Thiokol.

Apparently, I'm under arrest?



Puller frowns at Uckley.



UCKLEY

It's just a formality. We're arresting

everyone who's had anything to do with the

Peacekeeper complex. I will need to ask

you some questions--



PULLER

--Take a number.



He ushers Thiokol INSIDE. Toward a commandeered office.



PULLER

So you built that thing up there.



THIOKOL

I designed it, yes. I understand we have

terrorists on the site.



PULLER

No, Mr. Thiokol. They're inside.



THIOKOL

That's... not possible.



PULLER

(snatches a telex off his desk)

Tell that to the guy who's been sending

messages from the command capsule.



He tosses the document to Thiokol, who barely has a chance to

look at it before Puller continues--



PULLER

It's very likely that the only reason the

world is still here this morning is that

some guy lower than you in the pentagon

food chain believed it was possible and

decided to protect against it by putting

in a key vault.



THIOKOL

What?



DUSSAULT

Installed about three months ago, sir.



THIOKOL

(grasping, stunned)

I haven't been working on missile launch

sites for some time... We're looking

at...other weapons now and...



PULLER

Mr. Thiokol. We may have to take the

facility by force and we need some advice.



Thiokol shakes his head.



THIOKOL

You can't take it by force. Not now. If

people are inside Peacekeeper, and they

know you're coming, there is no way you can

get to them. That, Colonel, is the whole

point of the installation. That is what

I built. Even if you kill the men holding

the hill, you've still got to get through

the elevator door and down the shaft to the

launch control center. The door is eleven

tons of blast-proof titanium. If you'd

started cutting through it last week you'd

still be at it tommorow.



PULLER

So you're telling me the only way in is to

take the hill and just open the door?



THIOKOL

You don't just open this door. It's

controlled by a Category F Permissive

Action Link security device. A twelve

digit code with limited try. Three

strikes and you're out. Total lockdown.



PULLER

So we call SAC and get the code!



THIOKOL

Whoever controls the Launch Control Center

down below can reset the code from the

inside! Colonel stop trying to out-think

me. Believe me, I don't want to be right

about this, but I am. The only way to stop

this guy is to crack his code and--



PULLER

That's your job.



THIOKOL

I don't know who's up there-- I wouldn't

know where to begin! What you need is a

crypto-analyst and a supercomputer--



PULLER

I don't have a crypto-analyst. What I

have is you. And before this day is over

you're going to crack Aggressor One's code

so I can get in there and kill him. There

is no other option. Now what about from

below?



THIOKOL

Below?



PULLER

Under the silo. Suppose a man could get

in from from the mine. The locals think

there may be erosion tunnels. What if one

led to the facility?



THIOKOL

Impossible. We checked it out--

DUSSAULT

He might get access through an exhaust

vane.



Thiokol just shakes his head.



PULLER

And if he had C-4 could he then blow the

missiles in their silos?



UCKLEY

Blow up a nuclear bomb?



The RUMBLE of an approaching helicopter draws Puller's

attention.



THIOKOL

The warheads are locked from detonation

till they reach altitude. So technically

yes, you could destroy the boosters if you

could get to them. But you're not going

to get to them from below the site.



Puller stares out the window. Sees a HUEY touching down. Walls

jumping out-- Greeted by a young CORPORAL, who points this way--



PULLER

Then you'd better get to work.



Thiokol feels the dismissal. Starts out--



UCKLEY

Doctor Thiokol--



THIOKOL

Yes?



Uckley stares into his eyes... Puller turns--



UCKLEY

Did you betray Crow Mountain?



THIOKOL

No.



UCKLEY

Do you have any idea who did?



THIOKOL

(icily)

If I did... wouldn't that constitute a

betrayal?



EXT. COMMAND POST - LANDING ZONE - GUARD STAGING AREA



Walls moves with his escort Corporal move through the chaos.

Heading for the Ranger Station. He notices the junior officer

checing him out.



WALLS

What?



CORPORAL

I heard you was a tunnel rat in 'Nam.



WALLS

Yeah?



CORPORAL

Why'dja do it?... That's volunteer ain't

it?



WALLS

In the Nam it paid to do what you knew best.

For me that was tunnels.



The kid doesn't get it.



WALLS

I'm from Tennessee, man. Coal country.

Down there you wanna eat, you work the

hole. My dad, two brothers... Me too,

before I got called up... Everybody worked

the hole.



CORPORAL

They still down there?



WALLS

They sure are. Under about a hundred tons

of rock. Only reason I ain't with 'em is

I was drafted a week before the mine caved.



CORPORAL

Pretty lucky.



WALLS

Yeah... I guess they were.

INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



The MISSILE TEAM LEADER on SILO 2's MONITOR SCREEN.



TEAM LEADER

Sir, we have broken the third of five

programming locks.



THE GENERAL

(checks his watch)

Right on schedule. Call me when you've

finished.



He turns to watch Hummel. Laboring over a small dimple in the

white-hot metal. A thin rivulet of molten titanium dribbling

down the face of the vault. Hummel looks at the General.



HUMMEL

Why are you doing this? Why do you want

to start World War III?



THE GENERAL

I'm not going to start it. I'm going to end

it...at long last. It started fifty years

ago. But its combatants have lost their

spirit and their way.



HUMMEL

But the cold war is over! Look at all

that's happened! The communists are

history--



THE GENERAL

You are mistaken. And naive. The

communist party in Russia is far from gone.

It's simply lying in wait for just the

right set of circumstances to allow it's

return...



HUMMEL

They'll stop you.



THE GENERAL

Oh, they'll try. But they'll fail.

They'll fail because the one man who might

stop me will look for his answers

everywhere but that one place he might find

them...

INT. RANGER STATION / MAIN ROOM



Thiokol stands before a chalkboard. His work table now covered

with FAX and photographs. He finishes chalking the numbers 1

through 12 beneath a row of twelve blank lines. Stares at them

unhappily.



WALLS' VOICE

You the man?



Thiokol turns. Sees Walls across the room, standing before

Puller who's bent over a map table with Dussault. Puller

straightens up.



PULLER

I am. You must be Lieutenant Walls.



WALLS

Name's just Nathan Walls now. Ain't no

Lieutenant about it. Seein' as how I

ain't in your army no more.



COLONEL PULLER

(notes Walls' Army Jacket)

You still wear the uniform.



WALLS

I'll take warmth over politics any night.



Puller stares long and hard at Walls...



PULLER

You have a problem killing people Mr.

Walls?



WALLS

Depends on what they try to do to me...



COLONEL PULLER

Alright, let's say they tried to blow your

country back to the stone age by starting

World War III.



WALLS

Seems like my country's pretty damn close

to the stone age as it is. Course now,

your country, Colonel, now that's a

country I can see you might be worried

about losin'...

COLONEL PULLER

I'm not sure I get your meaning...



WALLS

Well... you know. Maybe a little Nuclear

war wouldn't be such a bad thing.



Across the room, Thiokol looks up at this...



WALLS

Take out the white man, let black folks run

things for awhile... Somethin' t' think

about, you know?



THIOKOL

Mr. Walls... Before it's demise, the

Soviet Union attained a technological

capacity for many things. But as far as

I know, they never quite managed to build

a Nuclear bomb that discriminates between

races.



WALLS

(eyes Thiokol sarcastically)

No kidding... I guess that's different

then.

(turns his gaze back to Puller)

Look man, I know who you are... You that

badass in-country motherfucker took every

hill they ever sent you up. The "King of

the Hill"... So the way I figure it, this

one got you stumped. Otherwise you

wouldn'ta turned Seattle upside down

tryin' to find my ass. So what is it

exactly I can do for you... sir...?



PULLER

Crawl up a tunnel in that mountain, that

may or may not lead to our targets, and

terminate them.



WALLS

All by my self...



PULLER

(shakes his head)

We've found another Rat. And we'll be

giving you Delta partners. I don't want

you going in alone. Would you be more

comfortable with a black man?



WALLS

(laughs)

Shit... Lemme tell you something Colonel.

In a tunnel you always alone. And

everybody black.



Thiokol turns back to his research. Picks up the the telex Puller

tried to show him before. Reads it. Feels his heart stop.



THIOKOL

--Jesus Christ!



CUT TO--



INT. COMMAND POST - PULLER'S OFFICE - DAY



Puller and Uckley listen as Thiokol closes the office door and

holds up the telex. Scared out of his wits.



THIOKOL

The message to the President.. From

Aggressor One? This is me. It's a quote

from "Endgames." The book I wrote two

years ago on Nuclear Strategy. It's from

the foreword... Here--



He hands Uckley a copy of the book-- open to the page.



UCKLEY

(scans it quickly)

There are those who argue that the creation

of a weapon predestines its use. I do not

love my creations. I hate them. But their

existence kept in check for half a century

the aggression and expansion of the Soviet

Union and their continued presence will

see its demise.



Thiokol looks for a reaction to this bit of prophecy. Gets

none.



UCKLEY

(finds what he's looking for)

"What I do today may be fought against.

What I achieve for tomorrow will be praised

for all time..."



THIOKOL

Whoever's on that mountain has read my

book.



PULLER

He and a million other people, so what?



THIOKOL

So why quote me? It's like he's baiting

me. Daring me to figure out who he is.



PULLER

Come on Peter. You expect me to believe

this is all about you? Christ, anybody

sophisticated enough to take down this

facility probably read every book ever

written about this shit. It can't be

personal.



Suddenly, Thiokol's face goes white. He's staring in shock at

something on the page before him...



THIOKOL

Oh... It's personal all right...



He blinks. The extent of his ability to show pain.



THIOKOL

My wife...



PULLER

What?



He and Uckley exchange glances.



THIOKOL

You'd better talk to my wife.



Puller stares at Thiokol. Uckley races out the door.



THIOKOL (REFERING TO FAX)

"What I do today may be cursed and rallied

against..." Not "fought against."

(holds up the FAX)

He read my book alright. He read the first

draft. In my home computer.



INT. THIOKOL HOUSE, GEORGETOWN, WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY



PETER AND MEGAN THIOKOL frozen in time on their wedding day.

Full of hope. Their future in front of them. They never looked

happier... A man's HAND picks up the picture and RIPS IT OUT

of its frame. Examines it for bugs, contraband, who knows..



MEGAN THIOKOL in her bathrobe, her face a roadmap of the rocky

path her life has taken. Watches helplessly as FBI agent

RONDELL tears thru her bedroom like a cyclone. Down the hall

beyond the door, Agent WENTZ hunches over--



A COMPUTER SCREEN



in Thiokol's home office. Wentz's fingers dart over the

keyboard.



WENTZ (CALLS OUT)

It's all here... Plans, specs,

procedures-- the works.

(Rondell appears beside him)

Look at this-- he didn't even

D.E.C.encrypt the fucking stuff! Any

high-school hacker could get it.

(notices something)

That's weird... I thought he'd been off

Peacekeeper awhile.



RONDELL

Three years.



WENTZ

He's been accessing this year.



Megan hangs back in the doorway.



WENTZ

You got his itinerary? I thought he was

at a NATO conference last June.



Rondell quickly flips thru a folder. Comes up with an

itinerary.



RONDELL

He was. June 12 thru July 9th.

Megan's hand goes to her mouth...



WENTZ

Well somebody accessed these files six

times during that period.



They turn and look at Megan. Her eyes fill with tears.



A COAST GUARD SEA-KING HELICOPTER



--THUNDERS at rest in the landing zone. Having just stepped

from it's open side door, TRA DANG PHUONG, a 30 year old

Vietnamese woman looks around, bewildered. Suddenly makes eye

contact with Walls, who's standing between Uckley and Skazy,

dumbstruck.



WALLS

(laughs)

Shit. You expect me to go down in a dark

tunnel with that?



UCKLEY

"That", Mr. Walls, is Tra Dang Phuong

formerly of Formation C-3 of the

Liberation Army of the People's Republic

of Vietnam.



SKAZY

Look familiar? Maybe you two met before.



WALLS

If we'd met before one of us probably

wouldn't be here now.

(he starts off)

Tell you one thing. We go into that cave--

It's definitely gonna be ladies first.



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DINING HALL - DAY



SKAZY

It's simple, really. It's Delta

all the way.



Flanked by three Delta men, Skazy, using a pointer and a large

drawing as a visual aid, is addressing Puller, Uckley and

Captain Barnard. Walls and Phuong sit by a table covered with

photos and plans of the facility...Walls sifts through the

material uncomfortably. Can't make heads or tails of the stuff.

Lieutenant Dill hangs back behind the tougher Delta men with

Guardsmen MASON and McNALLY.



SKAZY

At 1500 hours, the A-10s will hit Aggressor

One. At 1505, Delta will rappel down from

the Hueys onto the road, 1000 feet from

Aggressor One. During that time, another

Huey, will break off for insertion of the

rat teams.

(looks at Walls)

Now the tunnel itself is on the back side

of the mountain and since it's sealed we

have to blow the entrance. I don't want

whoever's up there knowing I'm putting you

in the ground so we're gonna do it when a

lot of other fireworks are going off.



WALLS

If that guy up there so smart he got you

all down here suckin' your thumbs, he gonna

know.

(aside to Phuong)

Tunnel gonna be hot, little lady



Phuong ignores him... Intent on the briefing.



SKAZY

At 1515, Delta will split into two forces,

move up the hill, and engage Aggressor One.

When we have secured--



His words are lost as a GROWLING helicoper buzzes the roof.



PULLER

What the hell is that?



BEREZIN

TV news, sir.

(Groans and laughter around the

room--)

He's requesting permission to land--



PULLER

Shoot him down.



BEREZIN

Sir?

PULLER

Tell the son of a bitch if he's not out of

the area in two minutes we'll shoot him

down!



As Berezin retreats, Puller gestures for Skazy to continue.



SKAZY

Once we have secured the elevator shaft,

Dr. Thiokol will provide us with the code,

and with the rat teams hitting from below

and Delta from above, we'll secure the

complex long before midnight.



PULLER

It's a good plan... but not for this

battle.

(to Dussault)

What's the latest word on my Ranger

battalion?



DUSSAULT

Just entering Wyoming air space. They'll

make a refueling stop in Idaho. If that

goes well, they're six hours out.



DELTA MAN 1



Colonel, we think the Major's plan is pretty solid--



PULLER

Then you didn't think it through! What

happens if you take the hill but you've

sustained so many casualties you're out of

commission? Who goes down the elevator

shaft? The guard? The State Police? The

Burkittsville town council?? If Delta's

gonna die, let 'em die in the shaft where

they'll make a difference.

(turns to Barnard)

Barnard. What's your strength?



The young Guard Captain glances nervously at Skazy.



BARNARD

Company strength, sir. One hundred and



fifty men.

PULLER

Get them assembled.



Dill, McNally and Mason trade stunned glances.



BARNARD

Sir?



SKAZY

Colonel those guys are teachers, lawyers,

construction--



PULLER

(cuts him off)

Captain Skazy-- Alaska NG draws

preliminary assault responsibility for

this operation.



Barnard can't believe what he's hearing. Neither can Skazy.



PULLER

Barnard. I want you to move your men up the

hill at 1430. When you get within 50 yards

of the tree line, get low and wait. After

the A-10's second run, and on my command,

advance to the tree line. I doubt who ever

is up there has ever been under air attack.

They'll be stunned by what these fuckers

deliver. I want you to pour fire into them

but hold position. Delta will then

chopper over you, rappel down and engage

the enemy. Move out quick and hard and

join them. Do not, I repeat do not attempt

to cross that open ground until Delta is

engaged. Understood?



BARNARD

Yes sir. We're good to go, sir.



PULLER

Glad to hear it.

(to the room)

Alright that's it folks. Move out.



The assembly files past. Walls remaining behind to observe

Skazy staring angrily at Puller.



SKAZY

I hope you know what you're doing, Colonel.



PULLER

If I don't you'll be the second to know.

Major.



Skazy walks out. Puller stares after him. Uckley notes the

tension.



PULLER

(to Dussault)

Get the A-10s in the air.



DUSSAULT

We'll need an Air Mission Controller.



PULLER

That's you.



DUSSAULT

I'll need a chopper.



Puller looks up at the SOUND of the News Copter still circling

camp.



PULLER

Tell that guy I changed my mind. He's got

permission to land.



Dussault grins, heads for the Comm.room. Uckley stares at

Puller.



UCKLEY

You don't think the A-10s are



going to do enough damage, do you?



PULLER

I've got to find out what Aggressor One's

got.



He walks away. Walls and Uckley watch him go...



EXT. COMMAND POST - LANDING ZONE - DAY



Barnard heads toward the Mountain. Dill, Mason, and McNally

nipping at his heels.



DILL

This is nuts! They've got a Delta Unit down

here and they want us to take the hill! It's

nuts!!



MASON

What's the big deal, man? We went to the

gulf and kicked Hussein's ass!



DILL

We washed trucks in Ryhad, asshole!



EXT. AIR FORCE BASE - DAY



The first of FIVE taxiing A-10's ROARS into the sky.



INT. PELL'S COCKPIT - DAY



The ground dropping away behind him--



PELL

Yeeeeee-Ha!!!!



EXT. RANGER STATION/FIREBASE STAGING AREA - DAY



Walls and Phuong sit on the ground examining the weapons and

equipment they have been issued. Walls watches as the silent

Phuong calmly and deliberately prepares. He shakes his head in

disbelief...



WALLS

Smile, Nathan, you gotta be on candid

camera.



ROCHAS, a Delta Force NonCom walks up to them, CLINKING and

CLATTERING-- He's geared up in black with all the latest

high-tech gear clipped, velcro-ed, or strapped to his body.



ROCHAS

Walls?



WALLS

Yeah?



ROCHAS

Rochas. I'm goin' with you.



WALLS

Not with all them jingle bells on you

ain't. Charlie hears you comin' it don't

matter if you been naughty or nice...

Either way you're dead.

(starts stripping worthless

items off the kid)

'Sides, this shit starts droppin' off and

it's like you're leavin' breadcrumbs.

(notices Rochas' watch)

Nice watch--



A big Seiko scuba job, illuminated face. Walls makes for it--



ROCHAS

--Hey, man--



WALLS

Charlie can read by that kind of light.



He tosses it on the pile of discarded items.



WALLS

There. Now you startin' to look like a

rat. What d'ya think, little lady?



Phuong stares at Rochas, her nose wrinkling... Walls sniffs the

kid.



WALLS

Lose the deodorant.



ROCHAS

Huh?



WALLS

She can smell you. If they smell you

comin', you're dead. Wash it off.



ROCHAS

There's not supposed to be anybody in the

tunnels.



WALLS

Uh huh. Just when you think there's nobody

in the tunnels that's when you get bagged

and tagged, you dig?



ROCHAS

Look, this ain't Nam, man.



PHUONG

(softly)

Is maybe same.



Walls is surprised, hearing her speak... And haunted by her

words... Another young Delta ghostbuster NOISILY saunters up.

A nervous kid named TEAGARDEN.



TEAGARDEN

Walls?



Walls looks up. Looks at Phuong.



TEAGARDEN

Hi, I'm Teagarden-- I'm--



Walls sighs and starts stripping the kid down--



TEAGARDEN

--s'posed to be goin' with you...



EXT. THIOKOL HOUSE, GEORGETOWN, WASHINGTON - DAY



A black sedan pulls up. A large middle-aged man, SHALLARD, gets

out. Followed by two assistants who carry huge file boxes.



INT. THIOKOL HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - DAY



Rondell paces a trench on the living room carpet. Megan on the

couch, stares dully away. Long since past the point of tears.



RONDELL

You never met any of his associates.



MEGAN

I told you-- NO.



RONDELL

You were involved with the man for six

months.



MEGAN

I wasn't fucking his friends.



Agent Wentz opens the front door. The Assistants enter behind,

begin taking photo books out of the cases.



SHALLARD

(hushed)

What's her story?

Wentz gazes at the pair in the living room...



WENTZ

Old song, new lyrics. Husband

workaholic, never home, et cetera. She

has affair, et cetera. But her lover, it

turns out, wants more than her...

(shrugs)

Maybe she knew. She says she didn't.



SHALLARD

They used this house?



WENTZ

Sometimes. When Thiokol was out of town.

The dates coincide with access to the

Peacekeeper specs in the computer.



SHALLARD

Thiokol know his computer was accessed?



WENTZ

He claims not. He'd been off Peacekeeper

for three years. It was in a dead file.



SHALLARD

Shouldn't've been in any kind of goddamn

file. I'm gonna throw the sonuvabitch in

prison.



WENTZ

Yeah, sure. He's on an Air Force Black

Project in Nevada. He can fax his work

from Leavenworth.



Shallard scowls. Listens in again--



RONDELL

How long have you been an enemy of the

United States Government?



MEGAN

How long have you been here?



SHALLARD

Alright, Rick. I think we can dispense

with the hot lights.

(he walks over and crouches, eye

level, before Megan)

Mrs. Thiokol... I need you to look at some

pictures.



EXT. OVER ALASKA - DAY



Pell and his five A-10's fly low over the countryside.



EXT. RANGER STATION/FIREBASE STAGING AREA - DAY.



Puller watches as Walls, Phuong, Teagarden and Rochas walk

toward a helicopter. Walls sees him. Sees the look in Puller's

eyes that says he's putting all his faith in him...



PULLER

I'll see you at the top, Mr. Walls.



WALLS

More likely you'll see me in hell.



He jumps aboard. Puller watches him rise into the sky...



EXT. RANGER STATION/FIREBASE STAGING AREA - DAY.



Dussault climbs into the NEWS COPTER. Ignoring the angry

REPORTER he's tossed out.



REPORTER

Commandeered? You can't commandeer the

media. That pilot is on the payroll of

KZXT-TV. Hey!



Dussault slams the door-- The chopper lifts off.



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN, WITH THE GUARD - DAY.



They have reached the jump-off point. Platoon leaders signal

the men to stop. Dill walks down the line to Barnard. Another

Lieutenant stands with him looking through the trees toward the

Commando position.



DILL

See anything?



LIEUTENANT

Hard, through the trees. They're dug in

pretty good...Hang on-- Shit, one of 'ems

waving. Yeah, hello to you too, you ugly--

POW!!! A bullet splits the binoculars dead center-- Blood

spatters on Dill and Barnard who dive to the ground, the

lieutenant's body falling before them. They stare at it in

shock. A GUARDSMAN behind them jumps up and starts running back

down the hill.



BARNARD

Hey, get back here!



INT. PELL'S A-10 - DAY



As he pops over a ridge and spots South Mountain looming ahead--



PELL

Cowboy 2, Roundup, I've got a visual on

the target.



INT. NEWS HELICOPTER - DAY



DUSSAULT

Cowboy Flight, you're cleared to go.



INT. HUMMEL HOUSE, KITCHEN - DAY



Poo sits at the kitchen table, drawing with crayons. She looks

up to find Herman watching her. He smiles uneasily. She shows

him her drawing. A big smiling man with a gun. Herman smiles

sadly... BOOM!!! He jumps up, gun ready-- Rushes to the window--

just as PELL'S A-10 SQUADRON SCREECHES overhead--



BEAN (O.S.)

Mommy-- There's airplanes!!



Herman looks down at Poo. She's wide-eyed. Startled by his

violent reaction. He smiles beneath worried eyes...



HERMAN

Go on...

(nods toward the other room)

Go watch the airplanes.



Poo scampers off. Leaving Herman to his confused emotions.



EXT. A-10'S FLYING - DAY



PELL

Cowboy flight, Cowboy 1. Let's go hot.



We HEAR the other pilots WHOOP and HOLLER...

INT. TARNHOWER'S A-10 - DAY



TARNHOWER

Five minutes to Miller Time...



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - DAY



Major Alex sees them first-- Points--



MAJOR ALEX

Here they come! Alright boys, this is it!



Whistles are blown-- Commandos scurry into position.



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CAPSULE



The General watches as Hummel's torch slowly penetrates the

glowing metal...The phone beside him rings-- He picks it up--



THE GENERAL

Yes, Alex.



MAJOR ALEX'S VOICE



They're coming sir.



INT. PELL'S A-10 - DAY



PELL

On my mark, Cowboy Flight, 3 second bursts

at 1200 AGL. Commence fire at 400 meters,

copy?



PILOTS

Roger, Cowboy 1.



EXT. A-10'S FLYING - DAY



Pell dips a wing and slides out of formation. One by one Cowboy

flight slides in behind him on a shallow angle to target.

CAMERA DROPS with them.



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN - DAY



Captain Barnard, Lieutenant Dill and their men look up at the

A-10s streaking toward the mountaintop. It's awe-inspiring.



EXT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY.

Puller watches the attack.



INT. RAT TEAM HELICOPTER - DAY



Walls, Phuong and the others do the same.



INT. PELL'S A-10 - DAY



The circles of his gunsight come together on the enemy position.

He flicks the gun nipple. Tracers float out in front of him.



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - WITH THE COMMANDOS - DAY



As the snow all around them ERUPTS with 10 ft geysers of

EXPLODING earth! But Major Alex and his men show no fear as they

recover to return fire with medium machine guns.



EXT. SKY WITH A-10'S



Cowboy flight follows in to attack. The News copter goes into

a right bank, ducks behind trees and pops up again on Pell's

flank.



INT. NEWS HELICOPTER - DAY



DUSSAULT

Looking good, boys, tearin' 'em up.



INT. PELL'S A-10- DAY



The gun pods GROWL as the mountain looms in front of him. He

stops firing and pulls back on stick-- His plane arches up.



EXT. A-10 FLIGHT - DAY



Behind him the other A-10's rip up the mountain and follow Pell.

The pilots are RADIO JABBERING with enthusiasm when--



COWBOY 4'S RADIO VOICE



SHIT!!! I've got a fucking missile lock!



INTERCUT REACTIONS: PULLER, DUSSAULT, AND A-10 FLIGHT - DAY



INT. COWBOY 4'S A-10 - DAY



The young pilot panics at the harsh BEEP-TONE--



COWBOY 4

Shit! Where is it?? Where??

PELL'S RADIO VOICE



Break it off--



INT. PELL'S A-10 - DAY



PELL

Drop your chaff and get the hell out of

there!



BOOM! In the sky behind Leo, the right engine on Cowboy 4

EXPLODES.



EXT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY



Puller and the others in shock as Cowboy Four drops from

formation--



INTERCUT...FLIGHT/PELL/COWBOY 4 - DAY



COWBOY 4

I'm hit! I'm hit!!



PELL

Flame out your bad engine and ride it down,

you're okay.



COWBOY 4

I'm gettin' out.



PELL

Negative, 4, you're too low!



EXT. SKY - COWBOY 4'S A-10 - DAY



The canopy blows off and the pilot is ejected. He plummets to

earth trailed by an unopened chute. Hits so hard we can HEAR

it from here. His plane plows into the mountain in a SMEAR OF

FIRE.



INT. A-10 FLIGHT.



Faces of the pilots. Holy shit!



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - DAY WITH COMMANDOS.



They cheer at the hit. Major Alex, eyes fierce, wired by the

fight, slaps his men on their backs.

THE GENERAL'S VOICE



They have ammo left. They'll be back.



Alex and the others turn in surprise-- The General strides out

to direct them.



THE GENERAL

Now--

(points down at guard position)

--Rake the front! Pin them down!



INT. PELL'S A-10 - DAY



PELL

Goddamnit-- where'd that fucking SAM come

from?



INT. NEWS HELICOPTER - DAY



DUSSAULT

Uh...We think they may have Stingers,

Cowboy--



EXT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY WITH PULLER



PELL'S RADIO VOICE



--I can fucking see that! Where'd they get them for Christ's

sake?



PULLER

Sonofabitch! Get me Barnard!

(Berezin hands him the radio)

Roundup Assault, this is Roundup Leader.

Are you taking fire? Over?



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN, WITH THE GUARD - DAY



Barnard hears part of Puller's message when-- His position is

suddenly blown to hell in a blizzard of tracer fire!! The

Radioman is killed instantly-- Barnard and Dill dive for cover.



WITH PULLER



PULLER

Goddammit Roundup Assault, are you taking

fire?

WITH BARNARD

Grabbing the radio. Far behind him, Mason

is moving his squad toward the cover of the

tree-line.



BARNARD

Jesus Christ, we are under heavy fire.

Roundup Leader, we are under heavy fire

here, do you read me, Roundup Leader?.



The radio is history.



WITH MASON'S SQUAD



A mortar round lands right on it-- Blowing it apart-- Tossing

bodies everywhere. Mason is blown over a snowdrift-- He tumbles

end over end down a slope on the opposite side.



WITH BARNARD

As he recovers from the blast-- dropping

the radio to crawl for the other SCREAMING

survivors...



WITH PULLER



PULLER

(yells to Berezin)

I've lost 'em. Put Delta on ready alert.

Keep tryin' the Guard and hold 'em till we

soften up that fucking position. Insert

the Rats on the the A-10's next run.



EXT. SKY OVER MISSILE BASE - DAY.



As the A-10's re-group.



COWBOY 3

I got a warning light, Leo. I'm breaking

formation.



INTERCUT COWBOY 3/PELL/TARNHOWER/PULLER - DAY



PELL

Negative, Cowboy 3 hold your position.



Pell leads the remaining planes around for another run.



PELL

Alright Cowboy flight. Electrocounter

measures. I'll dump flares. Mark

it...now.



INT./ EXT. RAT TEAM HELICOPTER - DAY



The Pilot watches the A-10s start their dive. His cue to surge

forward. Behind the Pilot, the Rat Teams sit across from each

other. Teagarden's lips move in a silent prayer.



INT./ EXT. PELL'S A-10 - DAY



He's lining up the gunsights. Now! He presses the gun nipple.

Muzzle flashes burst from the gun pods under the wings.



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - DAY



Fearless, Major Alex's Troopers stand firm against the

onslaught, then swivel to fire at the retreating planes.

Stingers are launched, but dissipate in Leo's flares. Suddenly,

one of the Troopers notices the Rat Team's Huey scooting at

treetop height for the other side of the mountain. The Troopers

begin to fire on it.



INT. RAT TEAM'S HELICOPTER - DAY



Small-arms fire THWACKS the helicopter. Sparks and shrapnel

fly--



PILOT

Sonofabitch!!



The Rats' eyes dart around-- Suddenly-- POW!! SMOKE FILLS THE

CABIN!



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - DAY



The Rat Team's Huey begins to wobble. One of the Troopers aims

a Stinger in the copter's direction. He's about to fire when

the 20mm slugs from the second A-10 cut him in half! The plane

ROARS overhead. The helicopter disappears behind the

tree-line...



EXT. BACK SLOPE OF SOUTH MOUNTAIN - DAY



Halfway down, below the cliff, the smoking Huey hurtles toward

the earth, then suddenly recovers completely, inches off the

ground!! Spinning around to land on what was once a railroad

track-- REVEALING-- A DELTA MAN holding a smoke grendade out

of the doorway! DELTA MEN with GHOST WHITE FACES in white

cammies grab the rats-- Rochas opens his eyes, can't believe

he's not dead! He's hustled off with the other Rats and flopped

down behind a boulder ten yards away. The helicopter blasts

off, staying low to the ground--



DELTA GHOST LEADER



FIRE IN THE HOLE!



One of the other ghost-men turns a detonator. A massive

EXPLOSION rips into the sealed mine entrance 25 yards up the

railroad tracks--



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - DAY



Three or four of Major Alex's Troopers let out an angry cheer

as the EXPLOSION crests the ridge-- But a blast of slugs pummels

their position, killing two, as the A-10's SHRIEK over once

more.



INT. DISCOVERY FOUR MINE TUNNEL, MAIN ENTRANCE - DAY



Walls enters, emerging from backlit dust. Stares quietly into

the gloom ahead. Rochas and Phuong come up beside him.

Teagarden, the last to enter, looks back at the ghost team

setting up their rear guard position. Turns back and with a

nervous swallow, switches on his helmet light.



TEAGARDEN

(looking back, coughing)

Shit! This is nuts!



WALLS

You like the appetizer, you gonna love the

main course. Okay...

(he pumps his shotgun--

KLICH-KLACK!!)

Let's get real...



EXT. SKY OVER MOUNTAIN, WITH A-10'S - DAY



Stinger smoke-trails rip across the blue--



DUSSAULT'S RADIO VOICE



Stingers up! Stingers up!



INTERCUT A-10'S - DAY

COWBOY 3

Fuck! He's locked on me!



FWHAM! A Stinger nails his engine. His plane rolls over--



COWBOY 3

Aw fuck!! Aw NO!!-- WAIT--



-- and buries itself in the hill-- THA-BOOOMM!!!



EXT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST, WITH PULLER - DAY



He steps forward, as if to go up the hill himself.



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE, WITH COMMANDOS - DAY



As they fire machine guns and Stingers at Tarnhower's pass.



INT. TARNHOWER'S A-10 - DAY



Taking hits. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! POW!! A round blasts through

the canopy-- Tarnhower YELLS in pain--



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN, WITH THE GUARD - DAY



Barnard signals them forward. They trudge uphill.



WITH PULLER - DAY



Berezin turns from the radio to Puller.



BEREZIN

Air Control reports Guard moving, Colonel.



Puller grabs the radio.



PULLER

Cowboy 1, Roundup Leader, what is your

ordnance status? I've got the guard

advancing!



INTERCUT A-10'S - DAY



PELL

Roundup Leader, This is Cowboy 1, I got

maybe seven seconds of rock and roll left.

That's all. Flight?



COWBOY 5

I got a master caution on both

hydraulics... I'm barely keeping this

thing in the sky--



INT. TARNHOWER'S A-10- DAY



As she wipes blood from her face. She's in shock.



TARNHOWER

Leader, this is 2... Uh... I'm hit sir...



WITH PULLER - DAY



Uckley stands behind him.



UCKLEY

Tell them.



PULLER

(pounces)

Tell them what, Uckley??



UCKLEY

Tell them what's really happening.



Puller's heat diminishes. He turns to the radio.



PULLER

Cowboy flight, this is Colonel Puller. I

need whatever you have... whatever you can

give me.

(looks at Uckley)

There are enemy troops inside the

facility.



INT. PELL'S A-10 - DAY



As he listens in disbelief--



PULLER V.O.



We believe they intend to launch.



INT. TARNHOWER'S A-10 - DAY



Her shock turns to anger. She wipes the blood from her eyes

again... Tightens her harness--



TARNHOWER

Cowboy 1...



INT. PELL'S A-10 - DAY



TARNHOWER'S RADIO VOICE



I'm good to go.



Pell looks over at her. Moved.



INT. COWBOY 5'S A-10 - DAY



COWBOY 5

Uh... Okay... Listen Cowboy 1. False

Alarm on that caution light. I got it

under control.

(looks over at Pell)

Say the word.



PELL

Let's dance.



WITH THE A-10'S - DAY



The three remaining planes come in low and fast. Slaloming

through the trees! Ducking in and out of cover.



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - DAY ALEX AND HIS TROOPS



pour a withering fusillade through the forest. Tracers and

rockets obliterating pine trees, desperately chasing the

elusive targets.



INT. PELL'S A-10 - DAY



Pell takes a hit in the cockpit. His blood spurts on the plexi.

Still he maintains his attack.



MOVING WITH THE A-10'S - DAY



As they dodge and weave up the hill. Yards above the rushing

slope. Rounding a turn into a clearing, their wingtips nearly

slicing the snow-- A huge mound of rock appears in their path--



INTERCUT THE PILOTS - DAY



reacting--



THE A-10'S - DAY

try to correct-- But Cowboy 5's wing brushes Tarnhower's wing!!

5's A-10 spins out of control and slams into the trees.

Disintegrates in a shower of flaming wreckage!



WITH THE NATIONAL GUARD - DAY



Diving for cover as the pieces cartwheel to earth behind them.



INT. TARNHOWER'S A-10 -DAY



Flipped spinning! Tarnhower SCREAMS!! Ejects--



EXT. MOUNTAIN TREE LINE - DAY



Her seat rockets through the trees and slams into the snow,

rolling end over end over end and finally CRUNCHING to a stop

on it's side in a snow-bank, Tarnhower's limp body still

attached. Her bloody hand drops in the snow.



INT. PELL'S A-10 - DAY



As he ROARS through Aggressor One's return fire. Letting loose

with the last of his ammo-- Blowing the--



COMMANDO POSITION - DAY



--to hell and back, before his guns give out, allowing the

survivors to pop up again to assail him again--



INT. PELL'S A-10 - DAY



Taking hit after hit to his aircraft-- He pulls out of his climb,

in shock. Both he and his plane are in bad shape.



PELL

Roundup Leader, Cowboy Flight. That's it

Colonel... That's all I got... Sorry...



EXT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY



PULLER

(quietly)

Thank you, Cowboy.



He watches the lone plane wing off to the South...



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE, WITH MAJOR ALEX'S COMMANDOS - DAY

As they send massive killing fire down the hill. The General

watches it all with clinical detatchment. Directs a young

Commando's aim--



THE GENERAL

To the left. Yes. Good. Yes!



He slaps the youth on the shoulder.



WITH NATIONAL GUARD.



Bent over, as if walking in a heavy rainstorm, they move up the

hill. Mortars and rockets explode among them. Heavy machine

guns rip them apart. Slowly they stop trying. Huddle the ground.

Some run. Dill, lying in bloody snow, holds the radio. Tears

run down his face.



DILL

Roundup Leader, this is Assault!!



WITH PULLER.



Overhead the Delta choppers move toward the fight. Berezin,

on the radio turns to Puller.



BEREZIN

Bad situation on the hill, Colonel. Heavy

casualties. Leader down.



PULLER

Pull 'em back!

(looks overhead)

And abort Delta.



BEREZIN

Sir?



PULLER

I said abort Delta!



INT. DELTA 1 HELICOPTER



As Skazy's men watch the massacre-- He gets the message to abort

over his headset. And FREAKS OUT!



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN, WITH THE GUARD - DAY



Starting to pull back. Hostile fire still ripping into them.

Some are trying to assist the wounded. Others have begun to

run. McNally scurries to Dill, who's crawling through the

scattered remains of his buddies, searching for anything

alive...



DILL

Where's Mason?? Jesus! Where's the

Captain??



MCNALLY

Captain Barnard is over there, sir. He's

hit bad!



CAPTAIN BARNARD - DAY



lies on the ground in shock. Wounded in throat, bleeding

profusely, his glasses twisted on his face. Dill and McNally

reach him.



DILL

Captain, we've been ordered back.



BARNARD

My goddamn glasses keep steaming up, Bob.



DILL

Sir, we're pulling back.



BARNARD

I'll provide covering fire. You need

covering fire.



DILL

You're hurt, Tom.



Barnard touches his throat and nods. Tears in eyes.



BARNARD

They fuckin' shot me...



Dill reaches an arm to him. Barnard shrugs him off.



BARNARD

Get the men off the hill.



Bullets slam into the rocks. Barnard, ducks, in terror. Then

just as suddenly sits up in a rage.



BARNARD

Mother Fuckers! Goddamn Mother Fuckers!

He staggers to top of rocks and begins to fire. SCREAMING--



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE, COMMANDO POSITION - DAY



Barnard's fire destroys the heavy machine gun position, killing

that team. Major Alex whirls in surprise-- Sees Barnard

blasting away, standing his ground, and YELLING MADLY-- While

behind him, the others begin to retreat-- Major Alex races to

a gun position--



MAJOR ALEX

To the right! The right! The goddamn

right!



He dives to earth as Barnard's bullets kill a Commando next to

him. Behind them, the General strides forward through the chaos

for a better look as the Commando guns begin to fire back at

Barnard.



BARNARD - DAY



continues to fire. Most of his men far down the hill by now.

But his glasses are fogging up again... He can't see. Stops to

wipe them. Turns to fire. Bullets smash into his chest, knocking

him off the rock. He slides to the bottom. His eyes stare up

at Dill.



COMMANDO POSITION - DAY



With Barnard's gun silenced, the commandos stop firing.



THE GENERAL

Don't stop! Keep firing!



MAJOR ALEX

They're retreating, sir.



He snatches up a nearby soldiers scoped weapon. Sights a

target--



THE GENERAL

You have to fire anyway, Alex.

It will give them something to think about

for the next time.



BLAM!! And with that the others open fire as well...



FAR BELOW

Puller and the others watch helplessly as

retreating Guardsmen are shot in the back.



INT. DELTA 1



As the others react, Skazy rips off his headset. Jumps from his

ship. And heads up the hill.



INT. CROW MOUNTAIN MINE TUNNEL



Flashlight beams precede Walls, Phuong, Rochas, and Teagarden

as they make their way through the mine. It's cramped, dark,

wet and spooky. Teagarden's not taking it well at all. Rochas'

eyes dart about, his weapon ready.



ROCHAS

Shouldn't we keep the lights off? I mean--



WALLS

Relax. We're the first to arrive at this

party.



ROCHAS

How do you know?



Walls taps his nose.



ROCHAS

Bullshit.



WALLS

I'm tellin' you. The only thing in here to

worry about is a certain smart-ass kid who

didn't wash out his pits like I told him

to.



Rochas' jaw drops.



WALLS

Gonna feel real bad if he gets us all killed

for smellin' good.



As the others pass, Rochas starts to strip off his shirt.



EXT. RANGER STATION/FIREBASE STAGING AREA - DAY



What's left of the National Guard limps off the hill...Puller

stands watching. Dill's hollow eyes meet his.

PULLER

What'd they hit you with, Lieutenant?



DILL

Everything sir. They cut us up. Who the

fuck is up there?



PULLER

We'll know when we kill him, son. Now get

your men into shelter. You've got to make

a unit again, Lieutenant, because you are

going back up that hill tonight.



DILL

I don't want to go back.



PULLER

I know. But I don't see anyone else here,

do you?



DILL

No sir.



Puller starts away. Dill blinks back tears. Gathers himself...



DILL

ALRIGHT! LET'S GET IT TOGETHER!! SQUAD

ASSIGNMENTS AS FOLLOWS--



Puller doesn't even look back. A jeep speeds up and Skazy,

enraged, leaps out.



SKAZY

Why the hell did you abort us? You just

got those guys butchered for nothing!



PULLER

No! They got butchered to save you. Your

men would have died on the ropes.



SKAZY

Permission to disagree, sir--



PULLER

Permission denied! Now back off, young

Major! You'll get your chance to die.



It's gonna be a long night.

He walks away. Uckley gets the feeling this isn't over.



EXT. AIR FORCE BASE LANDING STRIP - DUSK



A crowd of ground personnel gape as Pell's plane, battered and

smoking, taxis to a stop. It's shattered canopy WHINES open.

Pell, exhausted and bleeding, removes his helmet and looks hard

at them.



PELL

Fill 'er up.



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE, WITH COMMANDOS - DAY



The General and Major Alex stand before a knot of nervous men.



THE GENERAL

One of you, slowly. Tell me exactly what

happened.



COMMANDO 1

Sir, during the last run of the aerial

attack a helicopter appeared low. Over

there. I fired perhaps eight rounds.

Semi-automatic. It fell below the crest

and exploded.



The General stares long and hard at the Commando.



MAJOR ALEX

(to another commando)

Sergeant, take two fire teams down the hill

and examine the wreck.



The General turns his gaze to Major Alex. Then walks off toward

the elevator house. Major Alex watches him go...



MAJOR ALEX

Helicopters don't explode. They burn.



INT. COMMAND POST - DAY - FLAMES



In the fireplace... Puller stares into them, listening as

Dussault's VOICE fades up...



DUSSAULT

Winter storms over the entire West... Air

Cav forced down by blizzard conditions.

The Rangers have re-fueled and are back in

the air. But they're still six hours away.

If they make that estimate you'd have maybe

an hour to take the hill with their

participation before Aggressor One got his

hands on those keys.



Puller is devastated. Exhausted. He looks to Berezin at the

radio.



PULLER

Check the rats.



BEREZIN

Rat-six, this is Round-up, do you copy?

(static answers him)

Rat-six, this is Round-up, do you copy?



Uh oh.



INT. CROW MOUNTAIN MINE TUNNELS - DAY



Teagarden is hyperventilating. Sweating profusely as he follows

the others into increasingly smaller space. Walls reaches an

extremely narrow passage. Does some major contortion tricks

just to enter it. Has to scoot along like a caterpillar, his

arms pinned to his sides... Suddenly. RRRRIP!! Walls stops,

checks out his ruined jacket sleeve.



WALLS

Shit. Man, savin' the world I don't mind

doin' for free. But rippin' my jacket--

They payin' for that!



As the others in turn enter the wormhole, Teagarden remains

frozen in place. Heart pounding. He finally gathers up his

courage and crawls forward. ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORMHOLE--

Walls emerges. Helps Rochas, then Phuong...INSIDE THE WORMOLE-

Teagarden is in a near panic. His breathing ragged. He's trying

to go too fast... Suddenly he's stuck-- WALLS, PHUONG, AND

ROCHAS- HEAR Teagarden SCREAM!!!



WALLS

What the fuck--



Everyone strains to see-- INSIDE THE WORMHOLE-- Teagarden

thrashes about in a claustrophobic fit. He's just pinned there,

struggling and SCREAMING and kicking and convulsing.

WALLS

Shit!



Phuong pushes past Walls-- dives back in and makes her way to

Teagarden. Tries to help him, but he just flails away at her.



WALLS

Hey, man! Hey!! Take it easy! Let her help

you!



The words are lost in his SCREAMS. Finally Phuong grabs his head

in her hands. And forcefully but gently SPEAKS--



PHUONG

No! No! You stop now! Stop!! O.K.? Stop.



Teagarden starts to calm--



WALLS

Come on kid, you can make it! Just let the

little lady help you--



She starts to pull him forward--



TEAGARDEN

AAAAH!! No-wait! Just wait...I...I just

want to get out okay? I want to get out...

Just...

(he starts backing out)

I gotta move... I'll just go back a little

way... and watch... okay? I'll--



WALLS

Okay, man. Okay. You go on back. Watch our

six, huh? Okay...



They watch him disappear in the gloom--



EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - STATE POLICE ROADBLOCK - DAY



Two cars across the road. Officers staring into the distance.

One of them listens to a CRACKLING RADIO--



INTERCUT PULLER/OFFICER



PULLER

22-Victor this is Roundup Base. We have

lost contact with the Rat's rear guard. Can

you see the tunnel entrance from your

position?



OFFICER

(looks through binoculars)

Ah... Negative. There's a ridge between--



PULLER

Have you heard anything lately?



OFFICER

Only the ammo on that downed chopper.



PULLER

Say again?



OFFICER

On that chopper that went down on fire. A

little while ago all the ammo went off.

'Bout 30 seconds worth.



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY



Puller drops the mic. WE HEAR the Officer asking if message

was read. Uckley sees the look on Puller's face.



PULLER

They found the rats.



His anguish is redoubled by a fresh wave of pain. And this one

topples him. As he falls, a surprised Uckley rushes to help--

Puller catches himself on the desk, sending photos, papers, and

the phone CRASHING to the floor-- Grabbing Puller, Uckley spots

the crowd beyond the door, staring--



UCKLEY

(yells to Dussault)

Shut the door!



PULLER

I'm okay-- get my kit--



UCKLEY

Shut the door!!



INT. RANGER STATION - MAIN ROOM

The door SLAMS closed. Leaving the crowd to stare at each other

in concern. Near the back, one of Skazy's Delta officers,

PHILIPS, zips up his jacket and walks out into the night.



INT. CROW MOUNTAIN MINE TUNNEL



Teagarden making his way back past familiar territory.

Abruptly, a beam of white light out of the darkness hits him

in the face.



TEAGARDEN

(jumps, screaming)

Aaagh!..Jesus Christ, guys, you scared the

shit out of me. I was just coming back to

call you....



There is no answer. The light doesn't move. Teagarden gets

just a glimpse of Major Alex's Commandos and grabs for his MP-5.

Too late. A hand reaches from behind him and jerks his head

back, while another hand with a knife cuts his throat. As he

dies, his trigger finger tightens and his MP-5 fires four quick

BLASTS.



INT. TUNNEL



Phuong, on point, suddenly stops.



ROCHAS

Jesus, that sounded--



Walls slams a hand over his mouth. Phuong freezes--

motionless...listening. Their eyes meet. She nods "yes".



WALLS

(whispers rapidly in Rochas'

ear)

Alright, you be cool now, you hear?

Tunnel be hot. Charlie huntin' us... Only

way we gonna stay alive-- we gotta start

huntin' Charlie... We move forward, hit

Charlie, and fall back... Move forward,

hit Charlie, fall back...



ROCHAS

(pulls his mouth loose)

And--?



WALLS

And just hope Charlie run outta men before

we run outta tunnel.



INT. COMMAND POST - PULLER'S OFFICE



Puller is absent. Dussault watches as Uckley inspects the

Colonel's drug kit.



UCKLEY

Morphine. Actifan. Demerol. It's a miracle

he can even walk! What are we gonna do?



DUSSAULT

I don't want to make that decision.



UCKLEY

You want me to make it??



DUSSAULT

Maybe you should call Washington...



UCKLEY

If I do that they'll take him out. You know

they will.



DUSSAULT

He tried to warn them. And me. He said he

was unfit for duty.



UCKLEY

What the hell's wrong with him that he

needs all this??



He picks up a large pill bottle. Labeled-- LEUCOCYTOTOXIN-B.

His heart leaps to his throat.



INT. COMMAND POST - BATHROOM



A vial of Morphine in Puller's shaking hand. The needle enters

the bottle-- A terrified young MEDIC stands guard near the door

as Puller jabs the needle home.



PULLER

Corpsman. You're dismissed.



The medic hesitates, then exits. Puller closes his eyes and

slides down the bathroom wall...



EXT. COMMAND POST - HELICOPTER LANDING ZONE

Captain Skazy marches towards us, followed by Phillips and

another DELTA OFFICER. Their passing causes other Delta members

to stir...



INT. COMMAND POST



Uckley stares sadly at the screen of a laptop computer. ON THE

SCREEN, The F.B.I.'s medical reference database spells out

Puller's fate... LEUCOCYTOTOXIN-B: Immunosupressant compound

/ CANCER.



DUSSAULT

James.



Uckley looks to Dussault. Who nods outside--



DUSSAULT

I think someone's about to make our

decision for us.



INT. COMMAND POST



Uckley rushes out of Puller's office just as Skazy and his men

enter the building-- Heading for the bathroom--



UCKLEY

What are you doing?



SKAZY

My duty.



UCKLEY

Major, don't do this. This is crazy.



He makes the mistake of grabbing Skazy's arm-- Skazy whirls,

dropping Uckley with a wicked punch. Walks on. Uckley, stunned

and bleeding lurches to his feet--



UCKLEY

Skazy! Stop! Stop!!! Goddammit! I'm

ordering you to stop!



Skazy stops. Turns in disbelief. Uckley wipes blood from his

face--



UCKLEY

I am the federal authority on site! I have

full jurisdiction over all military

personnel in this situation and I am

ordering you to stop!



SKAZY

Fuck you.



He turns back for his goal-- Uckley reaches under his jacket--

Skazy spins, his own gun leveled for a headshot-- Uckley

freezes.



SKAZY

Why don't you let the professionals handle

this.



Another DELTA NON-COM relieves Uckley of his weapon.



INT. BATHROOM



Skazy pushes slowly around the door... Stops and stares,

completely unprepared for what he finds. At the far end of the

room, Puller sits on the floor, his back to the wall, his head

hanging down. A syringe and vial on the floor beside him.



SKAZY

Colonel.



Puller remains motionless a long moment, then slowly lifts his

head to stare back at Skazy.



SKAZY

Sir, I'm taking over.



Puller just stares at him. The effect is unnerving.



SKAZY

I just think it's best. I mean we're

running out of time here and...

(this is harder than he thought)

I guess I just don't think we can spend any

more time trying to think ourselves out of

this one. We just have to commit the

resources we have to getting the job

done...and hope we're the better soldiers.



PULLER

What do want, Major. My blessing?



Skazy isn't sure what he wants anymore.

SKAZY

I just want you to understand.



PULLER

I understand you're scared.



SKAZY

I'm not afraid to die, Colonel.



The Colonel makes a decision. Pulls himself to his feet. Works

at making himself presentable in the mirror.



SKAZY

Sir. You are unfit for duty--



PULLER

(whirls on him, spitting fire)

--Then take me out you son of a bitch! Come

on! Do it!



He rushes over, snatching up Skazy's gun hand, placing the gun's

muzzle against his own forhead--



PULLER

Quit trying to talk me into it and just do

it!

(he pulls the guns hammer back--)

If you believe you're right-- then make

your fucking move-- Otherwise quit wasting

my time.



Skazy backs off, gun still raised. Doesn't know what to do.



PULLER

Son. If you do this... you might win the

day. But if you don't win... And you look

up and see a thousand missiles falling on

your country...In that final moment before

everything you ever loved is blown away,

the last thing you're going to remember is

me-- right here, right now-- looking you

in the eye and telling you that you are

making the wrong decision.



The two men stare at each other... Finally, Skazy lowers his

gun.



INT. COMMAND POST

To the amazement of the Delta men, Skazy holds the door open

for Puller to exit. Then moves to stand beside him. The message

is clear to everyone. The Delta man who took Uckley's gun hands

it back to him. And then commotion at the back of the room as

Thiokol pushes through the others--



THIOKOL

Colonel!



PULLER

What is it.



THIOKOL

The key vault. If the information

Aggressor One used to get in came from my

wife-- my computer-- Then it's three years

old. There was no key vault then.



Puller and Uckley don't get the significance.



THIOKOL

Therefore the terrorists would not have

brought a welder with them.



Puller gives Uckley a look that says--"I shoulda listened, kid."



INT. HUMMEL HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - DAY



The phone rings. Beth is startled, glances at the phone, then

quickly at Herman. He shakes his head, "No"...



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY



A thin Neighorhood Yellow Pages book open to WELDING... HUMMEL

WELDING the only entry. Staring at it, Uckley lets the phone

ring a few more times and then hangs up.



UCKLEY

No answer.



Auber rushes in--



AUBER

We just got Kathy Ryan on the phone. Next

door neighbor-- She said Hummel left this

morning. With the Air Force.



UCKLEY

Jesus. Who are these guys--

PULLER

Uckley, I want you to handle this. You've

had SWAT training, I assume--



UCKLEY

What? Yes, but--



PULLER

I want you to take the house down.



UCKLEY

Wh-what about Delta? I mean--



PULLER

I need them here. But we need to talk to

these men. And fast. I want you to take the

State Police and--



UCKLEY

Sir, I'm not a soldier. I--



PULLER

You are anything I tell you to be. Now

listen up. We need to take these men

prisoner... We need to talk to them at any

cost. Do you understand?



Uckley stares at him...not wanting to understand.



PULLER

At any cost.



INT. MINE TUNNEL



All Hell is breaking loose-- as Walls, Rochas and Phuong fall

back under heavy fire!! They scramble backwards, BLASTING

return fire through bullet-blasted dust clouds-- Rounding a

bend, Walls motions a halt-- An eerie SILENCE from the dusty

gloom down the tunnel... And then a small ECHO of movement...

Phuong points to a grenade at Rochas's waist. Walls takes it,

pulls the pin. Rochas begins a startled protest. Walls fierce

grimace stops him. Phoung doffs her sneakers. Tears out a lace.

Walls holds out grenade. Phuong ties a loop around the lever.

Walls saws at the lace with his knife until only a thin thread

holds the lever in. Phuong places the grenade in the middle

of the floor. They move on. WE HEAR the SOUNDS of approaching

men.

INT. TUNNEL WITH THE RATS



As they scurry forward. The SOUNDS of their pursuers grow

louder. Then...BOOM!!! An EXPLOSION and SCREAMS as the

Commando's point man sets off the grenade. The tunnel forks.

Walls points Phuong into one. He and Rochas to other so that

they will have enemy in partial enfilade. Within seconds the

commandos arrive. An EXPLOSION of gunfire as they open up on

each other in close quarters hell.



Rochas is hit. Walls begins to inch back into tunnel,

attempting to pull the kid with him.



A grenade rolls into Phuong's tunnel. And another. She throws

one back, then does a diving roll, deeper into tunnel. Two

EXPLOSIONS. Then all is quiet.



Three Commandos steal into Walls' tunnel.



WALLS-- scrambles backwards, dragging Rochas. WHAM-- His back

hits something! A dead end of solid granite.



WALLS

End of the fuckin' road, kid. Kid?



He leans down to see that Rochas is dead. Pulls the body in front

of him. Hunkers behind it with his weapon leveled.



WALLS

Hold that pearly gate, kid. Just isn case

I'm on the list.



INT. TUNNEL, WITH PHUONG



Quiet. She bleeds from body and mouth. Her eyes dart. She

does not move. Still. Still. She waits. Then hears a

SOUND. Slowly she brings her knife forward. Waits. A shape

crawls near. Barely discernable in the blackness. Still she

waits. The Commando crawls over her...Right above

her...FWUNTCH!! She drives her knife into him. He SCREAMS and

strikes back, sinking his knife into her shoulder. They

wrestle in fierce embrace as she plunges her knife again and

again...And as his cries lessen, his movements slowing, she

shuts her eyes, holding him, almost tenderly, until he shudders

one last time and is still. And tears roll down her cheeks...



INT. TUNNEL, WITH WALLS

Gunfire blasts through the small space between him and the

Commandos. Then a sudden silence. Quiet. Walls the pulls pin

on his last grenade. Tosses it. As he does a Commando grenade

bounces off the wall coming his direction. In the last

seconds-- Sudden gunfire blows through the Commandos as Phuong

races up the tunnel behind them, firing her .45 auto-- Walls

spots her--



WALLS

NO!! GO BACK!!! GO--



Twin BLASTS rock the tunnel. The world collapses.



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Hummel is weary, aching. Now wrist-deep in the titanium block.

A solidified waterfall of silver metal beneath the opening.

The intercomm BUZZER sounds.



THE GENERAL

Yes.



TEAM LEADER

We've finished sir. The missiles are

ready.



The General looks far beyond the screen. Into some glorious

future.



TEAM LEADER

Shall we begin re-targeting?



THE GENERAL

No... Wait. Wait for me...



He comes out of his trance to find Hummel staring at him. Smiles

almost as if to comfort Hummel.



HUMMEL

Will Alaska get hit bad? By the Russians?



THE GENERAL

Not particularly. But don't worry, Mr.

Hummel. Once you've finished your task,

I'll make a phone call and your family will

be brought here. Where it's safe. There'll

be time. I promise.



You could almost believe him...

EXT. BURKITSVILLE EVENING



A fire truck, siren wailing, races down the street toward a

smoking house. The mailbox out front reads RYAN. As the truck

RUMBLES to a stop, Uckley jump off INTO CLOSE-UP, dressed as

a fireman.



INT. HUMMEL HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - EVENING.



Herman walks to the window. Bean and Poo are already there.



BEAN

Mrs. Ryan's house is on fire, Mommy.



POO

Is Mrs. Ryan going to die?



BETH

(hollow)

I'm sure the firemen will save her.



Herman stares at the smoke from Mrs. Ryan's house...



HERMAN

I think we're going to be hit.



BETH

(rising panic)

No. Wait. You haven't hurt anyone-- I

could tell them--



Herman grabs Bean by the arm--



HERMAN

Take your sister and go up to your room.

Stay there, no matter what.



BETH

Oh my god-- No--



BEAN

Mommy!



HERMAN

Your Mommy stays here.

(gives Beth a look)

Tell them.



BETH

Go upstairs Bean, quickly! Take Poo and

go to your room.



POO

I don't want them to shoot Herman!



HERMAN

Nothing's going to happen to Herman. Now,

go!



The girls run upstairs. Commando 3, at the window, turns.



COMMANDO 3

Some firemen looking at this house.

Should I take them?



HERMAN

No. Get on the stair landing, ready to

move in either direction.



BETH

Oh no... No... Don't let this happen!

Please!



Commando 3 takes his eyes off the window. Glaring at Beth.



HERMAN

(signals to Commando 2)

Rear door.



BETH

They'll shoot my babies!



COMMANDO 3

Shut up!



BETH

They're out there and they're going to

start shooting--



COMMANDO 3

--Shut up!!--



BETH

--and they're going to kill you! They

always do! You know that! Please-- I know

you have children! I know you do-- I see

how you are with them! Please! We didn't

do anything to you--

COMMANDO 3

(cycles his weapon)

Shut up now or I will kill you!



Something weird about his English there. Herman stares him

down--



HERMAN

Take your position!!--



COMMANDO 3

(unstoppable rage)

--Today you killed my babies!! You devils!

Today you killed my mother and my father!!

But we will win!! We will beat you!!!--



This guy's not from around here. Even Beth can tell. Herman

shoves the man hard, eyes on fire--



HERMAN

(shoves him hard)

Take your position!!! And keep silent--



He puts his weapon against Beth's back and grabs her.



BETH

Who are you...



EXT. RYAN HOUSE - EVENING.



In back of house, smoke grenades send up curls of white.

Uckley, Parlett, and four State Troopers stand by in fireman's

coats. Auber stands nearby with a rifle.



UCKLEY

Okay, now we're clear on this. We want

prisoners. No matter what. Everyone got

that?



All nod. A terrible acceptance.



UCKLEY

Let's go.



Uckley and Troopers 1 and 2 run toward the front of the house.

Parlett and Troopers 3 and 4 toward the back.



EXT. HUMMEL HOUSE - EVENING

Uckley and his Troopers reach the door. Uckley pounds on it.



UCKLEY

Fire Department! Open up!! Mrs. Hummel??



He looks at Trooper 1 and steps aside-- Signals him-- Trooper

1 whips a shotgun out from under his long coat and blasts the

door at the lock. Simultaneously, the front window smashes out

and Herman's Uzi cuts loose, hitting Trooper 2.



EXT. REAR OF HUMMEL HOUSE - EVENING



Trooper 3 vaults the small back porch railing and fires through

door. Trooper 4 fires his weapon into kitchen window.



INT. HUMMEL HOUSE KITCHEN - EVENING



Commando 4 is hit and knocked to the floor, gun spraying wildly--

Trooper 3 smashes through the door. Commando 4 kills him, then

is himself riddled by Trooper 4 at the window..



EXT. REAR OF HUMMEL HOUSE - EVENING



Parlett has scrambled from the arbor to the drainpipe and has

just reached the small 2nd floor sun porch. He whips around to

fire--



INSIDE-- Commando 3 fires his Uzi. Parlett is blown back over

the porch railing and thuds dead on the ground.



EXT. HUMMEL HOUSE - EVENING



Auber in the backyard-- Levels rifle and FIRES--



INT. HUMMEL HOUSE - UPSTAIRS HALL - EVENING



--Commando 3 takes the impact of the bullet in the chest and

hurtles back in the hallway, dead.



INT. HUMMEL HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - EVENING



Herman grabs Beth. Is backing toward the stairs when Uckley and

Trooper 1 burst in the front door. They freeze momentarily,

seeing Beth. Herman fires at Trooper 1-- Blowing him

backwards, taking Uckley to the floor as he goes. Trooper 4,

having gained access to kitchen, fires at Herman's back,

wounding him. He shoves Beth to the floor, fires at Trooper

4 and hits him. Then runs upstairs.

Uckley peeks out from his cover behind a chair, comes out.

Trooper 1 and 4 are both down and wounded. Trooper 1's in worse

shape--



UCKLEY

(grabbing Trooper 4)

Get him out to the paramedics.

(crawls to Beth)

Are you hit?



BETH

No. My girls are upstairs. Please get

them out! Please!



UCKLEY

Crawl out the door!



BETH

Oh my god-- my babies!!...



UCKLEY

They'll be alright. Now crawl out the damn

door!



She starts out... He moves, all alone, toward the stairs.



INT. HUMMEL HOUSE, MASTER BEDROOM - EVENING



Herman sits against the wall bleeding profusely, fumbling to

reload.



INT. UPSTAIRS HALL



Uckley crawls around a corner at top of stairs. The hall is

empty except for Commando 3's body.



UCKLEY

Alright listen!! The house is surrounded!

Give it up!



Silence. He crouches, moves into the hall. Herman appears in

a doorway down the hall-- fires three quick shots. Uckley

dives--



INTO THE BATHROOM



Rolls up from the floor, weapon ready-- Breathes deep, trying

to get calm. Suddenly--

POO'S VOICE

Mommy!



--We hear a DOOR OPEN--



UCKLEY

No! Stay where you are! You hear me??

Stay--



--ADULT FOOTSTEPS run in the hall. Uckley rounds the door.

Fires-- And hits Beth Hummel! Her body is slammed against the

wall. Crumples to the floor...



UCKLEY

Oh my God. Oh my GOD!!



A door flies open and Poo runs for Beth--



POO

Mommy!



UCKLEY

No! Get down!



He dives on top of her. Looks up. Herman stands over him.

There is no way Uckley can get his weapon up in time.



UCKLEY

Let the kid go. Please-- Let the kid go.



Herman stands a moment. Then turns and walks toward the open

door to the sun porch. Uckley sudddenly realizes--



UCKLEY

No...



Moving outside-- Herman raises his weapon--



UCKLEY

NO!!!



An EXPLOSION of gunfire blows Herman away--



INT. CROW MOUNTAIN MINE TUNNELS



Walls opens his eyes. Blood seeps from his nose. A rat sniffs

it. Walls backhands the rat. Unaware of the enemy's condition,

Walls slowly and quietly finds his weapon. When he finally

moves a dozen or more rats run past and over him to a hole which

the explosion has blown in the tunnel beyond. He begins to inch

into the narrow opening. As he does the shaft begins to collapse

around him.



WALLS

Jesus!



With enormus effort he strains forward, suddenly falls INTO--



A HUGE CAVE



--Rolls down an incline, lands on a dusty pile of somethings

that CLATTER and CRACK in the dark as he coughs and sputters

and tries to get up... Leaning against a rock, he flicks on his

flashlight and sees-- SKELETONS!! All around him!! He CRIES OUT

and crabs as far back as he can get from them. Catches his breath

and stares in awe at-- THE FROZEN TABLEAU OF THE 1934 MINE

DISASTER...



WALLS

Welcome home, Nathan Walls... Welcome

home...



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - EVENING



Puller watches a COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER mark the progress of

reinforcements on a weather map. Dussault comes up with coffee.



PULLER

Look at this. Nothing! The Rangers are

three hours away and nothing else can get

off the ground. The only clear air is over

the goddamn Bering Strait!



They stand in bleak silence.



PULLER

Think we could put together a militia unit

with the local cops to hold one flank?



DUSSAULT

They already volunteered.



Berezin whirls from his radio set.



BEREZIN

Sir!

(holds out the phone)

It's Agent Uckley--

PULLER

(takes the phone)

--What have you got for me?



EXT. HUMMEL HOUSE - POLICE CAR, INTERCUT WITH PULLER - EVENING



Uckley sits in the open driver's side. Tears streaming from

beneath the hand that covers his eyes...



UCKLEY

...I shot the mother, sir. I think she

might die... I don't know. They won't tell

me anything! I don't know what to do.



Puller is silent a moment...



PULLER

Any prisoners?



UCKLEY

No. There was too much firepower. I'm no

good right now, sir. I'd like to request

a release.



PULLER

That's a negative, Uckley. Here's what I

want you to do--



UCKLEY

Goddamnit, Colonel, didn't you hear me? I

shot her! For God's sake, I told you-- I'm

not a soldier! I don't know how to do

this!



PULLER

--Dammit, Uckley! This is a combat

situation. People are gonna die and we

don't get to choose between the good and

the bad--



UCKLEY

Listen to me!! Dammit listen--



PULLER

No, you listen to me, Uckley! You are

going to follow orders or by god I'll have

you shot! I don't have time to screw

around with your delicate feelings. Do you

understand me??



Uckley stares at the microphone like a dead thing...



UCKLEY

Yes...



PULLER

Collect their firearms, feed the serial

numbers to the Bureau, make a complete

examination of the bodies, the clothes,

too. Then get back to me.



UCKLEY

Yes sir...



INT. HUMMEL HOUSE, GARAGE - EVENING



Auber and Uckley stare down at us. Uckley bends to lift

something.



AUBER

Ain't much under that. Caught a round in

the forehead.



Uckley swallows. Lifts the Hefty bag to look-- Big mistake.

What's left of Herman's face lies at an odd angle because the

back of his head has been blown off. And worst of all-- He seems

to be smiling.



AUBER'S VOICE

This guy's had a tattoo removed...

So's this guy... And this one.

This guy's been shot before...

I'd say these boys have been in a few

fights...



But Uckley's still fixated on Herman's face. His smile. His

TEETH. Reaching down, Uckley sticks his finger into Herman's

mouth and pulls. Herman's teeth come out on the end of his

finger. He holds them up in wonder. They're dentures.



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - EVENING



Puller on the radio. Dussault eavesdrops.



PULLER

They had what?

EXT. HUMMEL HOUSE, POLICE CAR, INTERCUT WITH PULLER - EVENING



UCKLEY

Dentures! They had their teeth pulled to

keep us from identifying them.



PULLER

You're not exactly making my day, Uckley!

What about fingerprints--



UCKLEY

I didn't even check them because they're

not going to be on file. Sir, these men

are not American military. They're not

even American. These are foreign

troops--



PULLER

How the hell do you--



UCKLEY

(racing to his point)

--Fingerprints are the fastest way to

identify criminals. If these guys went to

all the trouble of having their teeth

pulled and didn't bother to scrape their

hands it means they weren't worried about

us identifying them that way.



PULLER

Is that another guess Uckley?



UCKLEY

Absolutely.



PULLER

Go with it.



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - EVENING



Puller hands the phone back to Berezin.



PULLER

Uckley thinks we've got foreign troops up

there.



DUSSAULT

Who the hell wants to nuke Russia any more?

Puller shakes his head in wonder-- And then stops, his blood

running cold... Because now everything makes sense--



PULLER

Russians...

(his mind races)

Berezin! Get Uckley back-- Tell him we're

looking for a Russian-- And get me the

President! He's got some phone calls to

make!



INT. THIOKOL HOUSE, GEORGETOWN - DUSK



Rondell slams down the phone. Picks up a specific book from the

stack in box and hands it to Megan. SOVIET MILITARY



WENTZ

Oh, C'mon Rick. That doesn't make any

sense!



Megan, having just opened the book to page one, stops breathing.



SHALLARD

What-- You found him?



The first picture inside is of a handsome man full Red Army

regalia. His name is listed as ARKADY PETROV. We know him as--

THE GENERAL!



RONDELL

Holy Christ!



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - NIGHT



A FAX PHOTO of the General rises from the telefax machine. Puller

rips the fax from the unit and heads swiftly toward the main

room--



DUSSAULT

How the hell did you know.



PULLER

Missile lock.

(off Dussault's perplexed look)

The A-10 pilots radioed they had missile

radar lock before they were hit. Stinger

missiles don't lock on to radar. They're

heat-seeking. The only shoulder launched

SAM that locks on to radar is Russian.

(they enter the Radio Room)

Berezin-- Can you get me a line to this guy.



BEREZIN

Will teletype be okay, sir?



PULLER

As long as you type.



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Hummel's torch eats it's way deeper-- Suddenly the teletype

beside him chatters, startling him. He turns-- reads the

emerging message--



HUMMEL

You guys are Russians!



The General reads over his shoulder--



THE GENERAL

Da. And being offered safe conduct back

if we surrender, I see. How nice.



He picks up phone... Hummel's mind races. This is too much.



THE GENERAL

Major, you may tell the men they no longer

need to obey language discipline. The

Americans have figured out who we are.

(turns back to Hummel)

Get back to work Mr. Hummel.



HUMMEL

Fuck you, Mr. General. I want to talk to

my family now!!



And Hummel suddenly wraps the twin gas feeder hoses of the welder

around his arm, braces his foot against the machine, ready to

yank--



HUMMEL

I pull these out and it's over.



The Guard aims to fire--



THE GENERAL

No, don't--

Hummel glances at the guard--(Just what the General wanted) At

which point the General shoots him through the thigh. Hummel

falls, screaming, to the floor.



THE GENERAL

Get a medic.



The guard leaves. The General kneels next to Hummel and gently

applies pressure to stop the bleeding.



THE GENERAL

You are shot rather cleanly. You will

live to a hundred. We will bandage you,

give you some morphine and you will go back

to work. One slip and you are dead. Your

family is dead. I think you know I mean

this.



As the MEDIC arrives and takes over, the General gets to his

feet. Moves to the telex keyboard. He thinks a moment. Takes

a deep breath. His bloody fingers dance across the keys...



INT. PULLER'S OFFICE - NIGHT



As Uckley, Dussault, and Thiokol listen, Puller stands before

the window, reading the General's message...



PULLER

...Sooner or later this was going to happen

anyway. Ask Peter. He knows the truth.

For as long as man has made war, he has

never created a weapon he did not use--



--SMASH CUT TO-- A RUSSIAN ATTACK HELICOPTER



SCREAMING through a winding mountain pass-- Below radar--



PULLER'S VOICE

--And though our leaders sign treaties and

make grand speeches about a "Nuclear Free

World", both sides will always hold enough

warheads in reserve to defend themselves--



--SMASH CUT-- THE ATTACK HELICOPTER -- BLASTING BY--



PULLER'S VOICE

--To survive in a world of finite resources

we are ultimately compelled to take what

we need by force. The inevitable

escalation of military action will one day

leave us with no other option but all out

nuclear conflict--



--THE ATTACK HELICOPTER-- HURTLES OVER A RISE-- HEADED FOR CROW

MOUNTAIN--



PULLER'S VOICE

--This way...My way...that spectre can be

put to rest forever. After tonight, the

threat of nuclear annihilation will be no

more. So you see, Colonel Puller, I am not

a madman but a great man. I am the man who

saved the world.



Puller stares up at the mountain. Thiokol at the Fax photograph

of the General... BOOM!!!!-- The men rush to the window as

OUTSIDE--



THE RUSSIAN ATTACK HELICOPTER



--swoops down for a landing!!-- Scattering the unprepared

Guardsmen below. Bringing Skazy's men running with their

weapons. COLONEL VASSILY MYAGKOV, (30's), jumps out. Strides

bravely forward into a ring of Delta guns. Puller walks out to

meet him face to face--



MYAGKOV

Coloner, Puller? I am Colonel Vassily

Myagkov. Commander 5th Chukotsy Defense

Battalion.



PULLER

Pardon my manners, Colonel, but where the

fuck did you come from?



MYAGKOV

(simply)

Russia.



BEREZIN

(running down from Command post)

Colonel Puller!! Sir, Washington says

the Russians are sending--

(he spots Myagkov)

...Oh... Hi...



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - NIGHT

Puller, Thiokol, Dussault, Skazy, and Dill listen to Myagkov.

There is major tension here. Which is only compounded by how

earnest and helpful Myagkov seems to be.



MYAGKOV

(addressing the room)

The men on that hill are renegade Red Army

troops. Commanded by General Arkady

Petrov. One of the most powerful members

of PAMYAT-- An ultra-right wing,

anti-Semitic group dedicated to

re-unification of the old Soviet Union and

a return to hard-line Communism.



General Petrov had been, until last year's failed military coup,

the man responsible for Overseas Operational Intelligence.

Primarily that regarding U.S. nuclear strategy and capability.



PULLER

Guess that's why he's your number one fan,

Peter.



MYAGKOV

Actually he hates you, Mr. Thiokol. You

are the man who wrote the books on our

nuclear destruction.



THIOKOL

My books were on nuclear strategy.



MYAGKOV

(shrugs)

Keeping up with such strategy has helped

bankrupt our country, Mr. Thiokol. In

General Petrov's eyes that was part of

America's plan.

(peruses his files)

Petrov speaks brilliant English and

actually spent some years in your country

attached to our embassy in Washington.



Thiokol blinks at this.



MYAGKOV

The only other peculiarity is that Petrov

is the only staff level Soviet commander

to have formally rejected the use of his

patronymic-- Simonovich. Apparently as

protest for--



SKAZY

What's a patronymi--



THIOKOL

Paternal ancestor.



SKAZY

So he drops his middle name, so what?



MYAGKOV

Our analysts found it significant.



Nobody else seems to. Which frustrates Puller.



SKAZY

So this is another coup.



THIOKOL

No. It's more than that. He's not only

figured out how to seize control, he's

figured out how to win World War III in the

process. He fires our Peacekeepers,

which are targeted on former Soviet

command and control centers. In an

instant he wipes out the leadership of the

New Russia, leaving the population

essentially untouched-- maybe 3 million

dead. But in the seconds before they die,

the military will do what they have to do.

They'll counterstrike. Punch out with

everything they've got and in 22 minutes

we get hit with 30,000 megatons. Then

Petrov, who's ridden it out in the mountain

heads home to consolidate a nation of

people convinced that they were attacked

by the United States.



DUSSAULT

Come on-- He can't believe we won't strike

back as soon as our radar picks up Soviet

incoming.



SKAZY

Won't strike back if we've got nothing to

strike with. How many missiles are up

there? Five? What's to prevent him from

re-targeting a couple? Take out NORAD,

SAC, the Pentagon.



PULLER

Can he do that? Retarget?



Thiokol's eyes beat his mouth to the punch.



THIOKOL

If he's in the silo, he can re-target.



On MYAGKOV'S reaction to this-- WE CUT TO--



INT. CROW MOUNTAIN MISSILE BASE, SILO 4



The General's face is reflected in a computer screen-- Staring

at the glowing words-- TARGETING COMPUTER INITIALIZED.



LOAD NEW TARGETS



CLOSE ON THE GENERAL-- Standing on the threshold of his

destiny... ON THE KEYBOARD-- His fingers walk the final

steps...



INT. CROW MOUNTAIN TUNNELS, CAVE



Walls, sits back against the wall of the coal mine. He is

sleeping. A noise. He looks-- Sees something disturbs the

collapsed entrance. A hand...clawing it's way out-- Phuong!!

He rushes over and digs desperately. Eventually clears enough

to pull her through. She sits on the ground, coughing, wounded,

exhausted. Looks at him. Looks around the eerie tomb...



WALLS

I hate to tell you this... But I think this

is one tunnel we ain't climbin' out from.



She studies him a moment. Seems to understand what he has said.

He lights a cigarette. Offers her a drag. She declines. He lies

down. Staring up at nothing. Phuong realizes he's giving up...

Her eyes fill with tears. Walls looks at her. Sees her wipe

her eyes. Her wedding ring flashing in the light.



WALLS

Hey. I know...I know...but listen... We

gave it a damn good shot. They'll stop

these guys. I promise you. It's gonna be

okay. Your husband, kids, whatever--

They're gonna be fine...



Phuong's pain is only intensified. She shakes her head.



WALLS

They will--



PHUONG

--NO!

(she struggles with the pain and

the language)

They dead in Viet Nam...



Walls stares at her uncomprehendingly...



WALLS

Then... Why--



PHUONG

--For you kids! For you wife! For everybody

kids and wife and husband!

I don't want die no more anybody!! Anybody!



Walls is moved to tears...



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST, COMMUNICATION CENTER - NIGHT



Thiokol sits hunched over in a chair, his forehead in his hand.

A phone to his ear. The picture of Petrov in front of him.



THIOKOL

Are you alright?



INT. THIOKOL HOME



Megan remains silent. Drawn tighter than a violin string.



THIOKOL'S VOICE

I just wanted to see if you...how you were.



Megan blinks back tears.



INTERCUT-- THIOKOL / MEGAN



THIOKOL

If... If there's anything you can tell me

about this man... It may help.

MEGAN

I slept with him, Peter.



THIOKOL

Yes. They told me...



Megan's face screws up in bitter anger.



MEGAN

I slept with him! In our bed!



THIOKOL

I understand.



MEGAN

No! Damn you! No! I don't want you to

understand!!--



THIOKOL

--It's alright--



MEGAN

It isn't!!--Oh god, Peter! How can it be

alright? Why don't you react? Why don't you

ever react?



THIOKOL

If this man...If this is what you needed

then--



MEGAN

I needed you! But you were never there! You

never saw anything! Or maybe you did and

you just couldn't face it! I certainly made

it obvious enough!



It's in his eyes, he's known all along... He glances up. Sees

Puller waiting in the doorway. Like Death come to collect him--



THIOKOL

Megan, I...I have to go... We'll talk about

this when I come back.



MEGAN

(barely holding together)

No, Peter. We won't... Because even if you

come back... You'll never come home.

CLICK. The line goes dead. He hangs up. Looks at Puller. The

look between them holds. Puller walks away... into--



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST, MAIN ROOM - NIGHT



Puller stops to find Dussault and Berezin staring at him.

Berezin is posistively shattered... Dussault just numb...



PULLER

What...



DUSSAULT

The Russians have gone to full alert.



PULLER

(knows the answer already)

Where's Myagkov...



DUSSAULT

He was just here to check us out...



Puller closes his eyes.



DUSSAULT

He's gone.



INT. CROW MOUNTAIN TUNNELS - CAVE



Phuong lies on the ground, eyes closed. Walls, lying on his back

a few feet away, smokes in the dark... Begins to SING ever so

softly.



WALLS

"Oh holy night... The stars... are

brightly shi-ning..."



As he goes on... Phuong's eyes open... Focus... And she slowly

rises... staring... as if at a miracle... The smoke from Walls'

cigarette is moving... Walls stops singing to stare at her.



PHUONG

More.



WALLS

(sings tentatively now)

"It is the night of the..."



PHUONG

No--

Motions him to blow more smoke. He does. She follows it to

a place where it seeps into a crevice in the wall. They look

at each other with sudden hope. Walls rushes over. Together they

tear C-4 from her pack-- Mash it against the rock-- Set the

charge-- Take cover.



PHUONG

Maybe.



The EXPLOSION rocks the mine. Huge chunks of granite separate

from the ceiling, CRASHING to the floor-- When the dust

clears...Walls and Phuong lift their heads to find a miracle...

A rupture in the high in wall before them.



INT. SILO SHAFT.



Walls peers over the edge of the rupture. Into a titanic

cylindrical boreshaft that climbs 200 feet above them. At its

center, supported by massive shock-absorbing mounts, rests the

outer shell of the missile silo. At its base, 20 feet below--

SIX EXHAUST TUNNELS reach out in radial formation, disappearing

into solid granite on all sides. One of these has been crushed

by fallen rock from the explosion, leaving a tantalizing opening

too small to fit through but big enough to give hope. Walls

stares at it with the wonder of a child.



WALLS

Nathan Walls... Come on down!!



EXT. RANGER STATION/FIREBASE STAGING AREA - NIGHT



Puller stands in the passenger side of a parked Jeep, addressing

his meager force.



PULLER

We're two and half hours till midnight.

So... If anyone's holding, show your

cards. This is our last chance for bright

ideas.



He pauses and looks around. Nothing but grim, scared faces.



PULLER

...We jump off at 2200. 30 minutes. With

or without the Rangers. The Go-Code...

(he thinks about it)

...will be "Heaven is falling"...

(he swallows)

Seems right...



And with that he gets down from the jeep. Starts gathering up

fighting gear. Uckley can't believe it--



UCKLEY

Colonel...



Puller, just slinging an assault rifle over his shoulder, looks

up. Sees Uckley's disbelief.



PULLER

See. I'm not such a bad guy, Uckley. I'm

just bad enough to get this done.

(he stares up at the hill,

filling his pockets with ammo)

When we secure the top... Put Thiokol in

a chopper and get him to us. Stay on him.

Without the elevator code this is all for

nothing.



UCKLEY

I'll do my best.



Puller doesn't doubt it for a second. But he's not good with

words. So he simply nods, turns, and walks away.



UCKLEY

(to himself, with emotion)

Good luck to you too, sir.



EXT. FIREBASE STAGING AREA AMONGST THE TROOPS - NIGHT



As each, in his or her own way, makes ready for the fight. Some

check their weapons. Others stare at wallet photos or attempt

to write last words to loved ones. Most simply stare the thousand

yard stare...And then an unexpected SOUND rises. A low rythmic

POUNDING, growing nearer... People start to look up... around.

And suddenly THE SOUND EXPLODES THROUGH THE VALLEY as SEVEN

RUSSIAN HELICOPTERS blast overhead, swoop around in a wide arc

and descend below the hill behind the command post.



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



MAJOR ALEX AND HIS FORCES watch in total bewilderment--



EXT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - NIGHT



Uckley stumbles out the door with other awestruck personnel.

STAGING AREA

Puller leads a flood of men spilling

downhill to get a better look. As they

stride to the crest in the access road,

what they see stops them in their tracks--

A lone figure approaches, rising above the

crest... Colonel Myagkov...Followed by

RUSSIAN SOLDIERS...Lots of Russian

soldiers...In fact an entire COMPANY of

RUSSIAN SOLDIERS!!! 100 young men and

women in white-cammoflage, fully armed,

ready to fight. Beyond them, Skazy and the

Delta Unit, stand by their choppers,

awestruck.



Puller just stands there in the stunned silence as Myagkov leads

his men to a stop before him.



MYAGKOV

Pardon my manners, but where the fuck do

you want these men?



PULLER

(huge grin)

Right here.



INT. MISSILE BASE SILO 3 EXHAUST VANE



Walls' wire saw cuts through the last fraction of an inch of

metal-- The steel wall shudders and GROANS-- THUD!! The cut

section SLAMS to earth-- Walls, his hands bleeding from the

effort, climbs inside. Phuong follows. They crawl toward a huge

round chamber. Lit from above. Enter it. Walls looks up and gets

a terrifying eyefull. Staring up at THE BUSINESS END OF THE

PEACEKEEPER ROCKET. Walls and Phuong trade looks, then climb

up one of the rocket's support gantries into--



INT. SILO 3



They stare up at the missile. Awed by its power. It's terrible

beauty. Walls moves closer. Stares at his reflection in the

polished black titanium. Reaches tentatively to touch

it--SMACK!!! A slab of C-4 clay is slapped into place by Phuong.

Walls looks at her. Sees the hatred for this beast in her eyes.



WALLS

(nods)

Yeah...

He reaches into a pocket, produces a time-delay detonator.

Presses it into the C-4. Sets the timer for 45 minutes.



WALLS

One down. Four to go.



He feels a sudden surge of pride. Looks down at Phuong. Smiles

at her for the first time. She smiles back. For the first time.

It's beautiful.



WALLS

INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



The General is unloading a revolver. Hummel works, his forearm

halfway into the titanium block... He is exhausted. Weary with

fear. The steady CLICK of the General's bullets unnerves him.

Then it stops... Hummel looks up-- Finds the General staring

at him... Sizing him up... There's one bullet left in the

revolver...



THE GENERAL

I was just thinking... As we get so near

to our goal... How unfortunate it would be

to find ourselves in the presence of a

hero...



And with that he slides the loaded pistol across the floor!!

It stops at Hummel's knee.



THE GENERAL

Are you a hero, Mr. Hummel?



The Guard levels his weapon at Hummel. Hummel looks at the gun.

At the guard. At the General. Yeah...right.



THE GENERAL

(to guard)

Get out.



The Guard hesitates...



THE GENERAL

Now.



The Guard leaves the room. Outside other Commandos have gathered

in concern. The raise their weapons...ready-- Safeties CLICK.



THE GENERAL

Put down your weapons.

They lower them, but do not put them down. Hummel's heart

pounds... The gun is so close...



THE GENERAL

Go on Mr. Hummel. Let us see what an

American is made of. We've come so far to

find out.



And you've so short a journey to show us. Six inches? Eight?



INT. SILO 3 - WALLS AND PHUONG



--have reached the silo airlock door at the top of the ladder.

Winded, Walls consults the numbers written on his hand, punching

in the control code. BEEEP!! Nothing happens. Walls punches

the code in again-- BEEEP!! The door remains locked.



WALLS

Shit!



Below him, Phuong scans her map for another entrance to the

facility. Sees something promising. Looks further down the

ladder-- Starts climbing down.



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Hummel is sweating... Shaking with indecision.



THE GENERAL

A hero would sacrifice everything that is

precious to him for the greater good. Mr.

Hummel would sacrifice the world for three

people named Beth, Poo, and Bean.



Hummel looks at the gun-- so close... The guards outside--

Twitching in readiness. The General-- daring him. And then he

sees something behind the General that stops his heart-- On the

SILO 3 MONITOR-- unseen by anyone but him, WALLS AND PHUONG IN

THE SILO!!!



Suddenly the General's eyes narrow-- His head turning ever so

slightly-- Hummel's hand darts for the gun-- The guards reacting

to kill him-- He fires--



INT. SILO 3



BLAMM!!! A resounding gunshot startles Walls. He looks down.

Below him, Phuong has blown the lock off a recessed hatch in

the silo wall with her 45. The hatch swings open, trailing smoke.

Phuong peers inside. Gestures him down excitedly.



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Hummel stares, wide-eyed, down the barrel of the smoking

revolver.



The Guard stare back, equally stunned, sighting down their

rifles. A breath from blowing him away. Stopped by THE GENERAL'S

HAND held out to forbid their fire. We move along his

outstretched arm to REVEAL the General alive...He turns his

sidelong glance to Hummel, revealing a CREASE OF BLOOD across

one cheek...



GENERAL

Nice shot, Mr. Hummel... I almost believe

you were shooting at me.



He turns to look at the bullet-blasted MONITOR SCREEN behind

him.



GENERAL

(to the guards)

We have visitors in Silo three.



Kindly show them out.



INT. SILO 3



Walls crawls inside the duct and looks past Phuong. The duct

goes back fifteen feet then just dead ends. The only feature

a junction box on the back wall with electrical conduit pipes

shooting out in various directions. Phuong points toward it.



PHUONG

Maybe open door!



Walls crawls over and tears it open. Inside, a mass of

electrical circuits surround a series of closed relay switches.

Walls stares at the LABLED SCHEMATIC on the box's door...

Grimaces in frustration.



WALLS

You...You understand any of this shit.



Phuong stares at the wires. Follows with her eyes one conduit

that heads toward the silo door, up and left. She points to it's

corresponding relay in the box. She nods, certain. Walls

dubiously brings up his rubber-handled combat knife--



WALLS

Go take a look-- See what happens--



She scurries back to the entrance-- Stares up at the locked door.

Walls inserts and slowly twists his knife blade to bend the relay

up-- Suddenly--



THE SILO AIRLOCK DOOR-- slides open-



PHUONG

Yes!! Yes!! Open!!



INT. SILO 3 ACCESS CORRIDOR



THREE well-armed COMMANDOS race toward the open door--



INT. SILO 3 - INSIDE THE DUCT



WALLS

Alright go on up! I'll hold this open till

you can block the door with somethin'!



She's just starting out of the duct when KA-POW-POW-POW-POW!!!

Bullets BLAST the entrance. She dives inside-- Dropping her

satchel of C-4!!! But grabbing the strap-- which unfortunately

disintegrates in the barrage of hits as the three commandos

BLAST away from the service gantry above. The C-4 falls a hundred

feet. THUDS against the floor.



Phuong recovers-- Fires back!! Killing Commando 1!! The

other two answer with a full auto fusillade! Commando 2

activates the gantry's lateral motion control. As the platform

begins it's slow trip around the silo wall, circling behind the

missile, Commando 3 jumps back to the ladder and starts down.

Commando 2 keeps FIRING like mad to keep Walls and Phuong pinned

down--



INSIDE THE DUCT-- It's all SPARKS and SHRAPNEL and no place to

go-- Walls and Phuong are forced further and further back--

Unaware as-



OUTSIDE THE DUCT-- Commando 3 descends the ladder--



INSIDE THE DUCT-- Walls suddenly notices Commando 3's

reflection climbing down the missile's shiny skin-- In

desperation, he grabs up the remaining coil of rope. Wraps it

around his waist--



WALLS

You know what really sucks?--



OUTSIDE THE DUCT-- Commando 3 reaches the duct's level--

Flattens against the ladder, reaching for a grenade on his belt.



INSIDE THE DUCT-- Walls snaps the rope through his D-ring. Grabs

it with his right hand behind his back rappelling style.



WALLS

If this works--



OUTSIDE-- Commando 3 pulls the pin on the grenade-- INSIDE--

Walls grabs his shotgun. Plants his feet on the back wall--



WALLS

--Ain't nobody ever gonna believe I did it!



And he shoves with his legs-- Sending himself shooting down the

slippery duct-- YELLING his lungs out!!



OUTSIDE-- Commando 2 holds his fire for Commando 3 to throw his

grenade when-- WHOOSH!!! Walls comes shooting out of the

opening, right past him-- Sailing backward into space-- His

shotgun aimed back the way he came-- BLAM!!! He blows Commando

3's legs out from under him, leaving him hanging by one hand,

SCREAMING-- then THUDS against the missile and drops like a

stone through wild tracer fire from Commando 2 before the coiled

rope springs tight, ripping through his bare right hand as he

slides down-- down-- down-- ROARING with pain-- Commando 2 fires

at him-- Fires at Phuong, who's trying to get a shot at him!!

And Walls is still sliding--down-- down-- and running out of

rope, still 90 feet in the air!!! He hooks the whizzing rope

with his left arm, squeezes it between fore-arm and bicep to

brake in agony, finally stopping mere inches from the end!!!



Meanwhile-- UP TOP-- Commando 2, on the gantry, has his

attention split between Walls below, that pesky Phuong BLASTING

away at him from the duct, and his partner hanging there by one

hand, bleeding to death, his other hand clutching a grenade with

it's pin pulled!



Down below, Walls kicks over to the ladder and starts climbing

with one hand--

Commando 2 reverses the gantry's direction, in order to keep

Walls in sight-- And/or get the hell out here before that grenade

drops! He fires expertly, back and forth-- keeping both

opponents at bay-- The gantry sliding closer to the door-- Again

he fires at Phuong-- and this time WE HEAR her SCREAM-- SEE HER

lying inert in the duct entrance-- He turns to fire at Walls

and suddenly gets his brains blown out by three expert shots

from-- PHUONG!!--quite alive after all! Commando 3 looks up in

surprise as Commando 2 crumples off the gantry and falls right

towards him! The body hits--knocking Commando 3 and his grenade

off the ladder!! Phuong gapes as they fall past Walls and SLAMM

into the bottom of the silo! Right next to the satchel of C-4!!!

THE DEAD COMMANDO'S HAND SLOWLY UNCURLS--



WALLS

(sees this)

Ho...ooo...ly shit!



--THE HAND RELEASES THE GRENADE!!!



WALLS

(climbing like mad)

Go! Go!



But Phuong is already scrambling as fast as she can up the

ladder. Walls follows. They dive through the door. Walls

slapping the control on the run as they race for their lives

up the corridor--



INT. SILO 3



A chain reaction as-- The grenade BLOWS-- the C-4 EXPLODES and

the booster rocket DETONATES--



INT. SILO 3 ACCESS CORRIDOR



Still running, Walls HEARS it coming-- Throws Phuong to the

floor-- as BOOM!! The Airlock door seventy feet behind them

EXPLODES from it's bulkhead and ROCKETS up the corridor on a

SEARING BLAST WAVE-- Just in time to obliterate two more

COMMANDOS running this way--



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



Major Alex and his men turn in awe as SILO 3's MASSIVE CONCRETE

DOOR far behind them rises on a titanic swell of earth just

before BLOWING SKY HIGH!!! The shock wave tosses them back like

rag dolls!

POP CUTS ALL AROUND--



As everyone reacts to the spectacular pillar of fire that climbs

into the starry sky above the hill. Ending on PULLER, his eyes

suddenly alive with new hope--



PULLER

He's inside. That sonofabitch got inside!

The rats are inside! Where are the

Rangers?



DUSSAULT

Still fifteen minutes out--



Puller looks back up the hill at the rain of flaming debris.

The ebbing conflagration in the destroyed silo... Looks at his

ragged little army. Ready. Willing. Able.



PULLER

God save us, Jake... The time is now.

(grabs up the radio mike)

ALL UNITS! THIS IS PULLER! HEAVEN IS

FALLING! HEAVEN IS FALLING!



All over the hill, a WAR CRY erupts as the charge begins--



EXT CROW MOUNTAIN, WITH DELTA/SOVIETS - NIGHT



They begin to take fire. And hit back. A Delta soldier hits

the dirt as bullets clip around him. WE HEAR the chatter of

an automatic weapon firing back-- The soldier looks-- A

Russian soldier. She helps him up and moves forward. He

follows, amazed.



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN, MOVING WITH THE GUARD - NIGHT



Dill and McNally have the point. Suddenly a soldier stumbles

from the trees in front of them. They nearly blow him away--



MASON

Don't shoot. Please don't shoot.



MCNALLY

It's Mason!



The squad leader who's unit got blown to pieces in the first

assault-- As they rush forward, he collapses in their arms. They

lay him down.

DILL

Medic up! We thought you were dead, man.

How'd the hell'd you get down?



MASON

Ravine.



DILL

What ravine? Christ, there was no ravine

on the map. McNally! Check it out!



EXT. TREELINE - NIGHT



McNally around some trees, following Mason trail-- Stops dead

at the sight of-- THE RAVINE! A stream-cut passage in the

ten-foot deep snow that winds its way all the way up the

mountain!



MCNALLY

Lieutenant!!!



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN, WITH ADVANCING TROOPS - NIGHT



Skazy urges his troops forward. Myagkov his. Bullets smash

around them. But they press on--



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE, WITH THE COMMANDOS - NIGHT



A NonCom next to Major Alex is scanning the fight with

binoculars. He CURSES in Russian-- Major Alex grabs the

glasses--



HIS POV.



Myagkov's troops advancing with the Americans--



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT ON MAJOR ALEX



drops the glasses-- Stunned. Enraged. He grabs a medium

machine gun from another soldier, leaps up SCREAMING-- Firing

madly at the traitors-- But suddenly his position DETONATES in

a punishing hail of fire from above!! All around Alex men are

blown to pieces!



INTERCUT REACTIONS--



all over the battle-field as people look up to see--



EXT. PELL'S BEAT UP A-10 - NIGHT

Diving out of the Moon!! GUNS ON FIRE!!



INT. PELL'S A-10 - NIGHT



Pell, dressed in Santa suit again, sings at the top of his

lungs--



PELL

He sees you when you're sleeping!! He knows

when you're awake!!



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE, WITH COMMANDOS - NIGHT



As Pell's bullets POUND them. One man lifts a Stinger--



INT. PELL'S A-10 - NIGHT



Taking HIT after HIT-- Pells continues to pour it on--



PELL

He knows if you've been bad or good--



AHEAD-- THROUGH THE CANOPY-- his tracer fire seeks out Mr.

Stinger--



PELL

So be good for goodness sake!



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE, WITH COMMANDOS - NIGHT



BOOM!!! Mr. Stinger EXPLODES!!! Return fire BLASTS skyward--

Ripping into Pell's ship--



INT. PELL'S A-10 - NIGHT



Pell, shot and dying, pulls back on the stick... Looks at

heaven--



PELL

You better watch out... You better not

cry... You better not shout, I'm telling

you why...



EXT. SKY - NIGHT



His plane, trailing fire, rises like the phoenix... Then stalls,

falling over nose first-- Plummeting straight down in a spin--



INT. PELL'S A-10 - NIGHT

The stars wheel behind him...



PELL

Santa Claus is coming...



A look of incredible peace washes over him...



PELL

...to town--



EXT. MISSILE BASE NEAR ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



His plane hits the Commandos' foreward line-- THA-BOOM!!!



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST- NIGHT



Thiokol, seated before the confusion of numbers and formulae

on the blackboard wall, mumbles possibilities to himself,

scribbling on his pad. Desperate to fill those twelve empty

spaces. Uckley moves to the document and photo covered

worktable. Spies a copy of Thiokol's book, "ENDGAMES" open to

the back jacket flap. He stares at the photograph of the happy

couple... At the caption below...



PETER THIOKOL at home with his wife, MEGAN



UCKLEY

Jesus, that's it.

(he jumps up, rushing to Thiokol)

How many letters in your name?



THIOKOL

Twelve. I based the code system on my

name--



UCKLEY

(almost laughing)

--Of course you did!--



THIOKOL

--It could just have easily had thirteen

or a hundred integers...



UCKLEY

--But it didn't! It had twelve.



THIOKOL

You think the code is my name?

UCKLEY

No.



With an eraser, he wipes SIMONOVICH from between ARKADY and

PETROV.



UCKLEY

I think it's his...A.. R.. K.. A.. D.. Y..

P.. E.. T.. R.. O.. V. Twelve.



THIOKOL

His name? That's ridiculous! It's too

easy!



UCKLEY

Exactly! That's exactly the reaction he

expects from you. He knows you'll toss it

aside because it's not big enough! Not

enough of a challenge to the great mind of

Peter Thiokol and that makes it perfect--



THIOKOL

It can't be that simple, damn it! It can't

be!



UCKLEY

Why not? What better way to fuck you over.

It's not enough for him to win. He wants

to win and make you the loser of all time.

But to do that he's got to let you get close

enough to stop him and then make sure you

fail. So his message to the president is

from your book. That gets your

attention-- Then, knowing we'll find out

when all this comes down, to get his

information he has an affair with your

wife-- He identifies himself... And

finally, knowing we'll check him out, he

drops his middle name! He tells you the

code! But he knows you won't accept it as

valid!



THIOKOL

But why play games when it might fuck up

your plan?



UCKLEY

Who knows why? Maybe he needs the rush to

get past the horror of what he's doing.

Maybe he's just a lunatic. Either way

he's given us the key!



THIOKOL

What if you're wrong?



UCKLEY

Then you'll be right, as usual!! You'll

be smarter than everyone, okay?? And no

one will know!! Because we'll all be

dead!!



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN - WITH THE ATTACK - NIGHT



Puller and his men are pinned down by murderous fire--



PULLER

(yells to his radioman)

Berezin! Where's the fucking guard?



EXT. RAVINE AT TOP OF MOUNTAIN - DILL LEADING THE GUARD - NIGHT



Up the ravine. From the SOUNDS of gunfire, Dill knows he is

close. He crawls to the top-- Peers over the edge-- And sees

the Commando's unguarded flank!



DILL

Jesus! JESUS!! We flanked 'em! We

fucking flanked'em!!! C'mon!!!



The men run up the ravine after him. As they crest the rise,

they open fire-- Taking Alex's rear-positioned men completely

by surprise! They die SCREAMING! As Dill and his men overrun

the first foxholes-- BEHIND THEM a huge commando with a machine

gun leaps up-- KA-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW!!! Dill and the

others turn to see him fall, REVEALING-- LT. TARNHOWER!!! Still

strapped in her ejection seat, twenty yards out, barely

conscious, and grimacing down the sight of her 9mm pistol--



TARNHOWER

Down in front.



Dill flashes her a grin-- Shoves his men forward--



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE, WITH COMMANDOS - NIGHT



As Alex dodges forward through the new onslaught--

MAJOR ALEX

The right! The right!



His men whip around, but Guard fire rips them apart.



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN, WITH DELTA - NIGHT



SKAZY

(sees the coup)

It's Dill!! He's got 'em boxed! GO! GO!

GO!



Puller and Skazy wave their men forward. The final charge

begins...



INT. SILO 3 ACCESS CORRIDOR



Walls and Phuong are running down the hall. Suddenly they

enter-- A CIRCULAR ROOM with four more silo access tunnels

leading off in different directions. A fifth tunnel labeled LCC

ACCESS is the one they want-- But as they run for it, bullets

RICOCHET against the concrete as Commandos race up two of the

other corridors. They dive for the LCC ACCESS hall but recover

to see more commandos round it's far corner. Walls backs into

the hub, FIRING. Phoung covering their back--



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE, WITH ALEX AND HIS COMMANDOS - NIGHT



As they fall back tighter and tighter around the elevator house.



MAJOR ALEX

Tunnel team inside!



Fifteen men retreat inside. The rest a sacrifice to their

escape. The Major follows.



INTO THE BASE ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



Inside, a few men take gun positions at windows to aid their

comrades outside. The Major races to the computer terminal and

begins typing in the access code.



INT. SILO CORRIDORS - WITH WALLS AND PHUONG



Walls FIRES down one corridor-- Phuong another-- Her weapon

CLICKS empty-- Just as two commandos race up her corridor-- She

tosses her gun and yanking her trench knife throws herself at

the men with the scream of a crazed animal. She slashes and

cuts. They FIRE back point blank, but cannot stop her. Walls

gets just a glimpse of what's happening--



WALLS

NOOO!!!



But caught in his own firefight, he can do nothing-- He hears

Phuong SCREAM again! Hears SHOTS-- Another SCREAM-- Then

SILENCE-- He chances a look back--Allowing his opponent to

charge up the hall---And CRIES OUT at what he sees! Turning back

to BLAST his opponent in his tracks. He fires his shotgun in

SCREAMING RAGE-- Again and again and again-- Stops and stares

at what he's done... Then turns for-- PHUONG...lying on her back

amidst four dead Commmandos... Walls kneels over her broken but

still living body. She stares up at a place somewhere between

his eyes and heaven.



PHUONG

I go to my husband... my son...



Walls nods, tears pooling in his eyes.



PHUONG

You go to the morning... Okay?...



WALLS

Okay...



Her hand reaches feebly for his. He takes it... and holds it

tight... so she can die.



INT. LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR / ELEVATOR



The Major and his men exit the elevator. Begin organizing

behind the first barricade.



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Hummel works. WE HEAR the clatter of men readying in the hall.

The General moves quickly out the door. Hummel turns to the

Guard.



HUMMEL

You speak English, don't you? Do you

understand what's happening? These guys

are going to launch the missiles. They--



The Guard rifle butts him. Pulls a boot knife and puts the tip

into Hummel's ear.

GUARD

Work.



EXT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - VARIOUS ANGLES - NIGHT



A fierce hand-to-hand battle rages between the remaining

Commandos and Puller's men. Dill runs out of ammo. Is

attempting to re-load on the run when he's shot in the leg.

Falls back-- A Commando charges him. Dill jerks his sidearm

and FIRES point blank-- The Commando collapses on top of him.

Puller and a fire team advance, firing in all directions.

Berezin following with the Radio, screams Puller's commands

into his mike with one hand, firing his pistol with the other.

Skazy is unstoppable, taking on two Commandos first with weapon

butt and then with knife and winning. Myagkov leads a group

which overruns a machine gun emplacement. McNally is blown

apart by a grenade. Auber is a one-man-war, firing a riotgun

as he walks forward. Dussault is directing troops when a round

clips his shoulder, spinning him around and down. But he gets

up and continues forward.



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



Dussault is the first to gain the shack entrance. He dies

clearing the way inside. Skazy steps over his body and kills

the last of the Commandos inside the shack. An eerie silence.

Myagkov climbs in the window. Puller enters the over the bodies

and rubble in the door. Berezin stumbles in behind, wide-eyed.

Puller stares at the blood spattered elevator doors...



PULLER

Get Thiokol up here.



EXT. TOP OF MOUNTAIN NEAR THE ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



Dead and dying lie around the structure. A helicopter circles

as Delta men light flares for it. Thiokol and Uckley get out

and run to the shack.



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



Thiokol enters... Everyone's waiting for him... He walks toward

the computer. Leans into it. Uckley joins Puller...



PULLER

Does he have the code?



UCKLEY

Arkady's name.



SKAZY

What? You gotta be kidding!



Thiokol types. Pushes enter.



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Hummel works his torch with the Guard holding the knife in his

ear. The General watches over Hummel's shoulder, eyes blazing--



THE GENERAL

Wider! Burn it!



Warning lights flash. A siren goes off.



COMPUTER VOICE

Warning. There has been an unsuccessful

attempt at access.



General smiles at the ceiling.



THE GENERAL

Strike one, Peter...



INT. MAIN SILO ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH WALLS--



As he runs up the hall. Slows down to approach a corner.

Flattens against the wall. Peers around-- The bulk of the

Commando are staged down the hall. Blocking his path to the

open LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER DOOR. Walls ducks back around the

corner. Unaware that-- ONE OF THE COMMANDOS just thought he

saw something...



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



Thiokol stares at computer. Looks at Uckley. The kid is

mortified...



THIOKOL

It's okay... It's okay... It was the right

idea... It's... gotta be something like

that... Maybe backwards... Maybe--



PULLER

--Peter, are you sure it's a name? Peter?



Thiokol, sweat running down his face, suddenly loses it.

THIOKOL

I don't know!! Goddammit! I don't

know!! I'm guessing! I've never guessed

about anything in my life and now I'm

fucking guessing!!!



SKAZY

Jesus Christ!



PULLER

Shut up, Skazy!



THIOKOL

Do you fucking want to guess? Anybody

want to take a shot?



MYAGKOV

Be him.



THIOKOL

What?



MYAGKOV

Be... him. Understand a man like this

hates this country. And you, Mr. Thiokol

are this country. You are the mind that

destroyed all that his kind built.



THIOKOL

My name.



He turns to computer. Puller suddenly knows it's wrong...



PULLER

No.



Puller and Thiokol's eyes meet.



THIOKOL

Yes.



He types in PETER THIOKOL. Presses ENTER-- WE HEAR the

computer.



INT. MAIN SILO ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH WALLS



Still stuck around the corner from the Commandos. Unaware that

one of them is CREEPING THIS WAY. Gun ready...

COMPUTER VOICE

Warning. There has been a second attempt

at access.



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



The room is silent. One of the Delta Troopers blinks...



TROOPER

(small)

Strike two.



Everyone stares in silence as Thiokol whispers pitifully to

himself with his eyes closed... Skazy can take no more.



SKAZY

Blow the Goddamn thing! Blow it!



THIOKOL

You can't! The lock-down circuits would

permanently seal it.



SKAZY

I'll give you fucking permanent. Those

missiles goin' off is fucking PERMANENT!

(starts taking off his chest

pack)

Goddammit sir, let's blow the fucking

door--



THIOKOL

--No goddamit! NO!! You can't blow it!!--



Skazy loses it-- draws his .45 and aims it at Thiokol. Puller

tenses but can't bring his gun up--



SKAZY

Shut up! JUST SHUT UP!! We tried it your

way--

(spots Puller readying for a

shot)

Don't Colonel! This time I'll do it!!

I'll fucking--



Skazy hears a HAMMER CLICK behind him-- Turns to find Uckley

sighting for a head shot--



UCKLEY

Why don't we let the professionals handle

this.



Skazy staggers back, lowering his gun... Uckley looks at

Thiokol.



UCKLEY

Mr. Thiokol has one more try.



SKAZY

But... what if he's wrong??



THIOKOL

Please-- let me think.



SKAZY

Oh Jesus... we're not gonna make it...



THIOKOL

--Will you shut up and let me think??

I have to think!!



PULLER

No Peter. Don't think...



Thiokol looks at him--



PULLER

Feel...



Their look holds a long moment. Thiokol's eyes glisten. His

head drops. Then suddenly... he abrubtly reaches out and types

into the computer. Puller holds his breath. Skazy closes his

eyes. Thiokol hit's enter-- BEEP!



KA-THUNK-HISSSSS-- The doors begin to open. The soldiers

CHEER. Slap Thiokol on the back as they ready their attack--

Skazy weeps-- Uckley scurries forward to look at the computer

screen--



It reads-- M-E-G-A-N-T-H-I-O-K-O-L



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Hummel on his knees torching. The General shoves him out of

the way. He reaches in--SSSSSS!!! Burns himself to pull out

the key.



THE GENERAL

Yes!

(in Russian, to guard)

Get the Major.



The Guard exits. The General smiles at Hummel...



COMPUTER VOICE

Warning. Access has been achieved.



The General wheels, startled at the computer's voice. Now it's

Hummel's turn to smile. The General backhands him in the face.

Hummel tumbles backward.



INT. MAIN SILO ACCESS CORRIDOR - THE COMMANDO HUNTING WALLS



--jumps around the corner. Weapon leveled-- But the corridor

is empty-- The Commando advances warily. His heavy boots

CLOMPING hollowly over the STEEL FLOOR PANELS...



UNDER THE FLOOR PANELS



Walls crawls down the sub-floor CABLE TRENCH that runs the

length of the corridor.



INT. ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR - THE ELEVATOR DOORS



--remain CLOSED. Eerie SILENCE... 50 feet away, behind the

FORWARD BARRICADE, Major Alex and his men wait with weapons

poised...



MAJOR ALEX

Commence firing on my order.



The elevator ARRIVES. The doors start to slide open --



MAJOR ALEX

Ready...



But the elevator is PACKED WITH C-4!!! Alex dives--



MAJOR ALEX

DOWN!!!!



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



SKAZY

(peering down)

NOW!!!

A Delta man beside him twists the DETONATOR.

KABLAAAAAAAAAMMM!!!!!



INT. ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR



THE EXPLOSION flashes down the corridor! It's fiery SHOCKWAVE

punching through Major Alex's men like a freight train. Major

Alex lands twenty feet back, scorched and bleeding. He lies

there, stunned, under dust and debris. Tries to get up...



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



Delta and Russian forces queued up on rappelling ropes, crouch

as the roiling fireball from below belches out of the shaft--

In its wake, Skazy pushes them forward-- strapping on a chest

pack of C-4--



SKAZY

Go! Go! Go!



INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT



They pour down the smoky 300 ft drop. Rope WHIZZING--



INT. ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR



Major Alex struggles to his feet. Helps survivors to the front--



MAJOR ALEX

THEY'RE COMING!! OPEN FIRE!!!



They hose down the blown elevator with SHEETS OF HOT LEAD!



INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT



The first men down are shot to pieces before they can even

unhook-- More drop on top of them. They fall as well--

SCREAMING-- HIGHER UP-- Skazy sees the massacre--



SKAZY

STOP!! STOP!!!



He ratchets his rope. But there are MEN ABOVE HIM coming down.

They COLLIDE and continue to fall... Right into the shitstorm--

Bullets and tracers punch through them, causing their hanging

bodies dead and alive to dance and spin like insane

marionettes--



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT

Puller, Thiokol, and Uckley HEAR the DYING on their headsets--



INSIDE THE ELEVATOR



Skazy lands in a heap in a front corner, his guts obliterated.

Hunks of C-4 hanging from his torn chest pack-- He gurgles blood,

horrified eyes watching as another DELTA SURVIVOR claws

desperately for cover beneath bodies, firing madly with one hand

while above, the remainder of the force hangs out of harm's way,

unable to help.



INT. ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR



Major Alex and his Commandos riddle the elevator, obliterating

all signs of life-- The General's guard reaches the Major.



GUARD

Sir! It's time! The General needs you!



The Major Alex fires a last angry burst, hands the guard his

weapon, and runs for the capsule.



INSIDE THE ELEVATOR



Skazy hugs the front corner for protection, sparks and shrapnel

blasting him. He pushes to his feet in agony. Pulls out two

GRENADES... Throws one down the hall--



INT. ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR AT THE BARRICADE



The Commandos see it coming-- Take cover as-- BOOM!! The grenade

explodes-- Suddenly Skazy comes RUNNING OUT OF THE SMOKE

--SCREAMING!!! The Commandos OPEN FIRE. Skazy continues to

run and SCREAM as he's cut to bloody pieces. And as he dies

running, he pulls the pin on the second grenade embedded in the

C-4 in his chest pack-- BWAMMMMM!!! The first barricade

DISAPPEARS.



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



The Major runs in. Dazed--



MAJOR ALEX

Sir... They're coming...



The General calmly presses the door control-- K-THUNK.

HISSSSS-- The huge door THUMPS shut. Cutting off the SOUNDS of

battle...

THE GENERAL

It doesn't matter, Alex...

(holds up the two keys)

We have won.



He hands Major Alex a key. They hold a solemn look.



THE GENERAL

Insert your key... The future is

waiting...



They insert their keys simultaneously. Red lights begins to

flash-- Illuminating a terrified HUMMEL-- Bleeding to death on

the floor.



INT. ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR - AT THE FIRST BARRICADE



As the fight rages, more Delta/Soviet troops rappel down, dive

for cover behind the remnants of the first barricade.



INT. MAIN SILO ACCESS CORRIDOR, OPPOSITE LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



A steel floor panel rises up a few inches. Walls peeks out to

check his progress. His EYES WIDEN. He's in the middle of a

shitstorm- RIGHT BEHIND THE COMMANDOS at the second barricade.

THUD! One FALLS DEAD in front of him. Staring sightlessly--



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



COMPUTER VOICE

We have launch condition Red. Please

authenticate.



The General punches computer keys.



COMPUTER VOICE

We have an authenticated command to

launch. Turn your keys, gentlemen.



THE GENERAL

On my command, Alex. Three, two, one.



The General tries to twist his key. It doesn't budge.



THE GENERAL

Alex?



MAJOR ALEX

Are we right, sir? Can you say

irredeemably, in the eyes of our children,

that this is right?



THE GENERAL

It is for our children, Alex. Believe me.

Now, on my command. Three, Two...



Major Alex suddenly makes a strange sound-- his eyes widening

for just an instant before-- WOOSH!!-- His face explodes--Blue

fire shooting out from within! T he nightmare falls away,

REVEALING-- HUMMEL, on his feet! Torch in hand! The General

fires two shots-- Hummel falls. The General whirls to the door--



INT. MAIN CORRIDOR INTERSECTION AT LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



The Launch Control Center door slides open--



THE GENERAL

(turning towards us as he calls)

I NEED A MAN HERE!!--



BLAMM!! A shotgun blast blows the General off his feet as Walls

erupts from the floor!!!



WALLS

(rushing past)

No. You need a doctor--



--But something trips him-- WHAM!! He's on the floor-- Looks

back-to see the General holding him, his obliterated shirt

revealing the pitted Kevlar vest beneath. He's bringing up his

pistol to fire-- Walls puts his shotgun in the General's face!!!

Pulls the trigger-- CLICK! Shit! He's out of ammo! The

General grins-- Pulls his trigger-- CLICK!!! He's out too!!

Walls grins back-- and KICKS the General in the face! Sends him

flying-- Walls leaps up to run--



THE GENERAL

Trooper!!!



Behind the second barricade, a SCAR-FACED COMMANDO, reloading,

looks up-- He jams his clip in his weapon-- Charges down the

hall FIRING-- Just missing Walls as he dives into the--



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Hoping to shut the door, he pulls a lever. The lights go off.

WALLS

Sonofa--!



Slams light lever back on. Sees the door control-- Slaps it--

The door starts to shut-- Real slow... It's almost closed when--

THUNK! THUNK! Two big hands intercept it-- and SCARFACE appears

between them-- Walls panics, weaponless-- Scarface is just

squeezing inside when Walls spots the General's revolver lying

on the control station counter! He grabs it and CLICK-- OUT

OF AMMO!!! SCARFACE grins-- Walls throw the gun-- BONK!! Hits

Scarface right between the eyes-- He YELLS in pain and staggers

back. The door THUMPS closed. Walls looks around. Sees

Hummel. Kneels next to him.



HUMMEL

I stopped him.



WALLS

(checks out Alex)

Yeah, I can see that. Okay-- You just take

it easy. They'll fight their way to us

soon--



COMPUTER VOICE

Warning. Automatic launch sequence

beginning.



WALLS

Oh. Shit.



INT. ELEVATOR HOUSE - NIGHT



Puller and the others HEAR--



COMPUTER VOICE

We are in terminal countdown. You have

four minutes and fifty seconds before

launch....



THIOKOL

Something's wrong. They didn't turn the

keys.



PULLER

You have to turn the keys to launch.



THIOKOL

No. I fail-safed it. If you insert the

keys and they're not turned or removed

within two minutes, terminal countdown

begins. I can stop it. You've got to get

me into the LCC.



PULLER

Why wouldn't Petrov turn the keys?



Thiokol looks at him dumbly.



PULLER

If he put them both in, why wouldn't he turn

them? Somebody stopped him.



THIOKOL

The welder.

(looks at the shot-up phone)

There's another one downstairs!



INT. ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR



What's left of the Delta/Russian troops are massed behind the

remnants of the first barricade, pinned down by Commando fire.



COMPUTER VOICE

You have three minutes and forty seconds

before launch....



BEHIND THE SECOND BARRICADE- The General moves among his men--



THE GENERAL

JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES, BOYS!!! THAT'S ALL

WE NEED, JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES!!!



INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT & INTO ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR



Puller rappels down the shaft-- assisting Thiokol. They land

and and are thrown down by two Delta men, providing covering

fire-- They belly crawl toward the phone box-- Set in a wall

recess behind the first barricade, it offers scant protection

from the hellfire sent by the Commandos down the hall. With the

help of a furious RETURN VOLLEY Puller and Thiokol leap into

the alcove. Thiokol rips open the phone box-- snatching up the

receiver--



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER

Walls, staring helplessly at the control panel, is startled by

the phone's SHRILL RING-- He looks at it. Picks it up

tentatively.



WALLS

Hello?



INTERCUT with ELEVATOR/LCC CORRIDOR.



THIOKOL

Yes! Yes! Jesus, who is this?!!



WALLS

It's Walls, man.



THIOKOL

(to Puller)

It's Walls!!!



WALLS

Man, I think this rocket is fixin' to go

off. We got lights blinkin' and all

kinda' shit going' on. Should I just blow

away the controls or what--



THIOKOL

--NO! God, no! Don't shoot anything!!

Is the door closed?



WALLS

Yeah... Are you guys in charge out there

or--?



THIOKOL

No, they hold that end of the hall. Now,

listen to me carefully. You can stop the

launch!



WALLS

Me?



THIOKOL

Yes! It's simple. You've got five

labeled buttons to hit in sequence. Are

you set?



INT LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Walls stares at the console in utter helpless anguish.

THIOKOL

Hello? Hello?



WALLS

Did you say labeled?



THIOKOL

Yes.



WALLS

Then... we fucked...



THIOKOL

Why??



Tears spring to Walls' dark eyes...



WALLS

'Cause I can't read...



INT. ACCESS CORRIDOR



Thiokol freezes in horror. His mouth works but nothing comes

out...



PULLER

What is it--



THIOKOL

He can't read...

(he starts to laugh)

He can't fucking read!!-- Oh my god! We

spend a billion dollars to build this place

and nothing on education and-- My god--



PULLER

What about letters-- Would it work if he

knew his letters??



THIOKOL

(into phone)

--Do you know your ABC's??



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



WALLS

Yeah... Yeah I know my letters--



INT. ACCESS CORRIDOR

THIOKOL

Alright, now listen to me, Nathan... If we

concentrate and work together we can do

this, you and I... We can do this... Okay?



WALLS

Yeah...



DOWN THE HALL--



THE GENERAL

Hold them. It's going to fire automatic.

Just hold them back!



INTERCUT ACCESS CORRIDOR/LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER



Thiokol makes a list of switches on his pad as he talks--



THIOKOL

Okay. In front of the phone are all kinds

of switches. Five grouping of two

columns. Right?



WALLS

Yeah.



THIOKOL

Find "Practical electrical guidance

check" Find "P"



WALLS

Yeah.



THIOKOL

Push it.



WALLS

Yeah.



THIOKOL

Now "Advanced Circuitry mechanics".

"A"...



WALLS

Got it.



THIOKOL

Push it.

WALLS

Yeah.



THIOKOL

Now "I"



WALLS

(laughs)

Yo. We fuckin' up some bad guys now, ain't

we, Doc?



THIOKOL

Bet your ass-- Find "L"--



INTERCUT LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER/ACCESS CORRIDOR



Thiokol forgets where he is and, with the receiver still to his

ear, drifts from behind the protection of the alcove. BEHIND

THE SECOND BARRICADE, General Petrov sees him-- His eyes bulge--



THE GENERAL

No... not that way... NOT THAT WAY!!!



He fires his pistol at him, but before the slugs can get



there, Colonel Puller pulls Thiokol back behind the corner.



COMPUTER VOICE

You have two minutes and forty seconds

before launch...



BEHIND THE SECOND BARRICADE-- The General looks desperately for

another way to stop Thiokol. He spots a phone junction box high

up on the wall against the ceiling. Grabs another soldier's

AK-47--



INTERCUT WALLS / THIOKOL



THIOKOL

One more. "Bypass Primary Separation Mode

Check". "B"!



Walls stares at controls. There is no "B" What is there is

the letter "S" in the series-- THT HTHA TSA LLF OLKS



WALLS

Ain't no "B".



THIOKOL

It's there!! Look!!!



WALLS

I am looking! There's no "B"! There's

just--



KA-POW-POW-POW-POW! Walls yanks the phone from his ear as--



IN THE ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR PHONE ALCOVE



--bullets chew up the junction box above Thiokol.



THIOKOL

Hello?? WALLS!!!

(stares at the phone)

It's dead!!! The line's dead!!!



PULLER

They shot out the junction box! Where's

the next phone?



Thiokol's look tells us it's not in a good place... And as

Thiokol realizes what he is about to do, everything seems to

get QUIET... The SOUNDS of BATTLE fading away-- The images of

war slowing as his eyes move toward another phone on the opposite

wall, halfway between the first and second barricades and ALL

OUR PLAYERS realize simultaneously his intention...



THIOKOL

All I need is a minute.



DELTA MAN 2

Hey, we'll die to get it done, but

there's no point in just dying to

die, man.



THIOKOL

I can stop it. I can...



No one seems to believe... Until...



PULLER

I'll go with you, Peter.



Thiokol looks like he might cry. Then another man moves into

the light. It's Uckley.



UCKLEY

So will I.

DILL

I'm in.



A Delta man comes forward, "Me too," Then another and another...

Myagkov slams a fresh clip into his AK-47 and nods his

allegiance.



COMPUTER VOICE

You have one minute and fifty seconds

before launch...



The General tries to discern what's going on at the other end

of the hall-- Thiokol and the others don extra flak vests--

Snatch up extra weapons and ammo-- And suddenly the General

understands-- they're really going to do it... And he rises up,

oblivious to the bullets SHRIEKING by-- HIS EYES locking with

THIOKOL'S--



PULLER

Now!!!



Puller, Uckley, Dill, and the three Delta volunteers jump over

the barricade BLASTING full force. Forming a wedge around

Thiokol, they dash for the phone. The General's men return

fire--



Dill is hit but still reaches the phone first. Places his

shoulder against the wall. Puller, Uckley, and the first Delta

Volunteer land shoulder to shoulder beside him to complete the

wall. Thiokol quickly snatches up the receiver.



THIOKOL

Walls?!!!



INTERCUT with WALLS.



WALLS

Here. Jesus, man, it ain't here--



THIOKOL

On the control board-- You punched the

buttons coming down--

(a bullet punches through his

arm)

AAAH!! Oh! Oh, shit! You-- pushed them

coming down-- till you came to bypass-- to

"B" and it wasn't there, right??

WALLS

Right!!



WALLS

Right!!



The General and his men BLAST AWAY. Two more Delta men are hit.

One of them gets up, returning fire madly-- Myagkov opens up--

Killing two Commandos-- The General is hit but keeps firing--

Hits Dill--



THIOKOL

(as Dill's blood spatters him)

Ah--!! Oh god!! Read me the-- Spell out

the words on the button--



WALLS

There's no words, man! Just "S"!



THIOKOL

No!! There's-- There's gotta be words!

There's no single letters in that row!!

Read me the row--



WALLS

--T-H-T-H-T-



THIOKOL

(writing the letters down--)

--No!!--That's wrong!!!



WALLS

--H-A-T-S-A-L-L-



THIOKOL

(still writing)

--Something's wrong!!!--



WALLS

--F-O-L-K-S!!



THIOKOL

--NO!!--



WALLS

That's it, man!!



THIOKOL

FUCK!!

(and then he sees it)

Wait!!



A bullet punches through his throat-- Flings him to the ground--



PULLER

--NOOOO--!!



He dives to cover Thiokol-- Bullets ripping into him.



PULLER

Ah!!! JESUS!! Talk to me-- Stay alive and

talk to me you sonofabitch!



THIOKOL

(choking on blood)

It's... a fucking joke!!--



PULLER

Help me, dammit!!



THIOKOL

Th-th-th-that's all folks!!!



PULLER

Help me!!



THIOKOL

(nodding insistently)

T-H-T--H-T-H



COMPUTER VOICE

You have thirty seconds before launch....



A volley of automatic fire drills the Delta Man next to Uckley.

As he falls, the remaining Delta Man takes his place. Dill is

hit in the thigh-- He grabs onto Uckley to hold himself up.

Behind them Puller struggles to drag Thiokol back to the phone--

The General sees this and is maddened beyond reason. He screams

at his few remaining troops.



THE GENERAL

UP!! FOLLOW ME!



The General leads six Commandos in a charge. Guns BLAZING--

Uckley is shot and falls. Myagkov is hit. But they fire back--

taking equal measure of the onrushing force-- Dill pours fire

into the Commandos, trying to help Puller with Thiokol-- Another

commando drops-- And another-- Thiokol quickly, mentally counts

letters. His voice weak. Fading.



THIOKOL

T..h..t..h..t..h..a..t... S!! Punch the

"s"...



DILL

What??? Jesus-- Talk to me!!!



THE GENERAL

THIOKOL!!! THI-O-KOL!!!



Thiokol looks straight at the running General-- Eyes burning--

Summons the last of his strength and reaches for the phone--



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN MISSILE BASE - NIGHT



EXPLOSIONS blow the SILO COVERS back-- REVEALING-- THE

MISSILES!



INT. ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR



The General has almost reached the alcove. Thiokol snatches

the phone-- The General SCREAMS-- Puller raises his gun--



THIOKOL

(snatches phone)

The "S"!!! Punch it!



WALLS



does it-- just as--



IN THE ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS HALLWAY--



Puller empties his pistol into the General who dances crazily

under the impacts, and falls to his knees.



COMPUTER VOICE

Attention. Launch procedure has been

aborted.



The General stares uncomprehendingly at Thiokol. Falls on his

face.



COMPUTER VOICE

Repeat. Launch procedure has been aborted.

Thiokol closes his eyes. Dead.



INT. LAUNCH CONTROL CENTER WITH WALLS



As he sits there in stunned silence. He puts down the phone...

And suddenly realizes it's over. A wave of emotion crashes into

him, and remembering Hummel, he rushes to kneel over him.



WALLS

Hey, man! We did it!! You hear me? We

did it!



HUMMEL

...did it...



WALLS

That's right! HA-HA!! That's it! You

stick with me now. Just hang in there

man-- HA!!



INT. ELEVATOR/LCC ACCESS CORRIDOR.



Uckley is kneeling next to Thiokol's body. Puller slumps

against the wall, closes his eyes in relief. Medics are

rappelling down behind them-- rushing into the corridor. Slowly

the troops realize what they have accomplished. Someone

WHOOPS! And people begin to CHEER... and cry... And it all just

floods out of them. The door to the Launch Control Center

opens. Walls steps out into the hall, into a avalanche of hugs

and back-slapping, carrying Hummel in his arms. He hands him

off to the medics. Spots Puller down the hall, watching him...

The slightest hint of appreciation cracking his mask before he

turns away, disappearing through the onrushing flood of

soldiers and medics coming to help... And as Walls, caught in

the celebratory crush, watches him go...



WE CROSSFADE TO--



EXT. CROW MOUNTAIN RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY.



The storm has cleared. The day shines. Medivac copters are

whirling into the sky... Militia and Guard are tending to their

wounded. Delta and Soviet troops stowing their gear. A huge

weariness is beginning to hit some. Others, still

adrenaline-high, drift aimlessly around the area, unable to

stop moving. Some talk, some embrace, some laugh, others

cry... Berezin runs through the area carrying a cellular phone.

BEREZIN

Colonel Puller! Colonel Puller!! Hey--

Anybody seen--



He rounds a corner of the Visitor's Center and sees-- A SNOW

COVERED PLAYGROUND. Puller sitting on a swing, watching the

exodus. He is tired. And strangely pale.



BEREZIN

Sir, it's the President--



He notices Puller's clothes are soaked in blood. There's more

on the ground below.



BEREZIN

Sir, your wounds... you should get on a

chopper...



Puller shakes his head. Takes the phone from Berezin.



PULLER

Old guys go to the end of the line.

Besides... We can't keep the President

waiting, son.



BEREZIN

Sir, stay right there, I'll get a medic.



He races off. Puller watches him go, then speaks into phone.



PULLER

This is Colonel Puller...



INT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST - DAY



The makeshift war room is now empty, but for Uckley, small and

alone in a corner. Waiting by the phone. He stares at the chair

that Thiokol sat in. The blackboard with all it's names and

numbers. The phone RINGS, startling him. He picks it up. An

unintelligible VOICE on the other end...



UCKLEY

Yes... This is he...



Uckley's eyes fill with tears. He hugs the phone and begins

to cry. The VOICE goes on.



UCKLEY

Yes. Yes. Goodbye...

Berezin runs in--



BEREZIN

Mr-- Agent Uckley!



Uckley looks up at him. Berezin realizes...



BEREZIN

Mrs. Hummel...



UCKLEY

She's O.K.!

(laughs through his tears)

She's gonna be O.K.!



BEREZIN

Sir, you better come quick.



UCKLEY

What's wrong?



BEREZIN

It's the Colonel, sir. He's hurt bad--



Uckley's already gone.



EXT. RANGER STATION/COMMAND POST, PLAYGROUND - DAY



Puller has the thousand yard stare as he talks to the President..



PULLER

Yes, Mr. President... Thank you sir...

Thank you. Yes we lost one of the

missiles, that's correct. The other four

are intact. Sir. I have a suggestion, if

I may. Why don't we just shitcan the

goddamn things? Thank you, sir.



He hangs up. Looks up at the SOUND of another CHOPPER lifting

off, REVEALING Walls standing far across the field, eating a

sandwich. He notices Puller. They hold a look. Walls keys

his headset--



WALLS

Think they'll make you a General now?



PULLER

I don't think so Nate. They'll probably

want to do something for you though. Now

that you're a hero again.



Walls seems embarrassed, surrounded as he is by all these other

heroes...



PULLER

Got anything in mind?



WALLS

(thinks a moment then grins)

I could use a new jacket...



PULLER

I'm sure that can be arranged.



The moment is broken by the arrival of another Huey which

descends between them. Walls rushes to help some medics with

another stretcher. Puller sits there a moment, watching Walls

do his part. Proud of him. Proud of all of them. And slowly

the harsh SOUNDS of war machines and injured men start to FADE

AWAY. And then hands are on him. Lifting him. Helping him.

Laying him gently on a stretcher. Bearing him off. And a young

anguished face appears, running alongside, looking down on him.



UCKLEY

You're gonna be all right! Okay?--



PULLER (GROWING WEAK)

You're guessing again, Uckley. What'd I

tell you about--



UCKLEY

--Shut up--



They lift Puller into a chopper. Uckley hunkers down next to

him.



UCKLEY

GET THIS THING IN THE AIR! LET'S GO!!



Puller gazes up at this boy who became a man.



PULLER

You're a hell of a soldier, Uckley.

Uckley stares at him, punched through the heart by this first

and oh so perfect appreciation... And realizes it could only

come from this man at the end of his life...



UCKLEY

And you're still King of the hill...



Puller smiles gratefully... Closes his eyes. Then opens them

again... and you just know he's leaving...



PULLER

Do you have children, Uckley?



Uckley shakes his head,"no", his eyes brimming with tears.



PULLER

When you do... and you will... Teach them

better games.



UCKLEY

Yes, sir.



And Puller is gone. Uckley turns from him. Looks down at the

mountain. And sees something that makes him smile through his

tears.



EXT, CROW MOUNTAIN MISSILE BASE - DAY UCKLEY'S POV --



--scorched and cratered, strewn with debris. But still visible

through the scars. A final message, trudged in the snow...



PEACE ON EARTH





THE HELICOPTER FLIES OFF



into the sun...


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