Scene 1.14 - At The Factory
EST: INT. Factory - Night.
INT: A large, pharmeceutical factory with hiding places, steel ladders, corrugated metal steps and even steam pipes, too!
(This scene follows an action sequence that looks like a shoot-’em-up video game. The three rid the warehouse of the initial wave and have moved to the challenge stage. Now comes one of those darn, boring dialogue scenes that takes all of the game’s memory:)
SERGEANT HAMMER
(With his newly-discovered raspy voice, he looks to both of the privates flanking him, and while he gently cradles the black man’s cock in one hand, and while he firmly grips the white man’s pistol in his other hand; he slowly nods to the dirty, sweaty, drugged men:) Chuck your loads and come in here!
BOTH PRIVATES
(Groaning, dropping their heavy loads:) We’re coming!
* (It's why we don't read ahead.)
MS: VAULT
(COLONEL STONE is in a small vault. There is a small, controlled bonfire nearby, slowly filling the room with smoke. The colonel throws several stacks of paper into the bonfire and has a much-smaller stack of paper on a desk. Obviously, the stack on the bonfire is the pile of documents to be burned and the small stack on the desk is comprised of papers to be kept. The colonel hears a scratching noise, draws his .45 and darts behind the desk, aiming his weapon toward the door. Sherlock enters, clucking softly. The colonel emotes a strained, quizzical look and picks up the small stack of papers. SERGEANT HAMMER, PRIVATE MARS and PRIVATE ARES enter respectively; none are worse for the wear and enter triumphantly. The colonel lowers his pistol.)
COLONEL STONE
Saint Seneca! Why are you here?
SERGEANT HAMMER
We got to beat-feet, sir. Charlie’s moving in.
COLONEL STONE
Armando, I gave you specific orders. I’ll have your head.
PRIVATE ARES
Not his fault, sir. We were coming to get you, with or without him.
COLONEL STONE
Is that so? What do you got to say about this, Mars? Was this your idea?
PRIVATE MARS
Sir! What makes you think this was my idea?
COLONEL STONE
You live and breathe insubordination. You want the bullet now, or after the court-martial?
PRIVATE MARS
I’ll wait until we get back to division, sir, with four rolls of film used up, I know I’ve earned at least that... That is, if we get back to division.
COLONEL STONE
Oh, we’ll get back, alright, I want to see the three of you hang for this. I had this all worked out. My theory, my head. Foolproof.
PRIVATE ARES
Apparently so. However, sir, plans change, we adapt and overcome. We can’t let our C-O commit suicide on our watch. You’re vital to our unit, sir.
PRIVATE MARS
Sir, where’s Tubby?
COLONEL STONE
I sent Corporal Falconbridge back to division -- where you all should be.
SERGEANT HAMMER
We’ve rigged this place to blow. We’ve got less than thirty minutes. Charlie’s all over this place. We’ve got to move.
COLONEL STONE
How did you find me?
PRIVATE ARES
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
COLONEL STONE
Yeah. From what I gather from these documents, it seems Narvis-Segille has been secretly working with both sides. They’ve been feeding Charlie intelligence. Operation Yellow-Jacket was masterminded and funded by American spies.
SERGEANT HAMMER
Somehow I don’t find that surprising; not at all.
(Sherlock caws.)
COLONEL STONE
What’s with the rooster?
PRIVATE MARS
He’s a friend. (Picks up Sherlock, pets him. The rooster clucks gently.) He led us to you.
COLONEL STONE
This is about as crazy as it gets. Do we have a vehicle?
SERGEANT HAMMER
Negative, sir.
PRIVATE ARES
We’ve got to hump-it. Come on, sir, we need to get moving; like Top said, beat-feet. The V-C’s just over the hill.
(They leave the room and head to the stairs.)
COLONEL STONE
You might wish they got to you first if we make it back to division. You’ll be swinging from the gallows and I’ll be eating fried chicken come morning. You still think this rescue was such a good idea?
SERGEANT HAMMER
If these boys hadn’t come along, I’d be dead already. Maybe when we get back to division, you might have a change of heart.
(They are at the bottom of the stairs, MARS follows Sherlock down a hall.)
COLONEL STONE
You’re assuming I have a heart. I don’t. Let’s move. Where are you going, Mars?
PRIVATE MARS
We gotta follow Sherlock. He’ll know the safest way back.
COLONEL STONE
Private, have you lost your mind? I’m not letting a rooster be our point-man.
PRIVATE ARES
It’s worked for us so far, Sir. That rooster is shore smart and real fast and knows a heap o’ things we don’t.
COLONEL STONE
All three of you get a psyche evaluation the second we get back.
PRIVATE MARS
Will this be before, or after our court-martial, sir?
COLONEL STONE
Forget it all; the court-martial, the hanging, the fried chicken, the shrinks, forget it all. If I tell General Woods that a rooster somehow saved my neck, he’ll have me committed.
SERGEANT HAMMER
I’m with you, sir. What happens in the bush, stays in the bush. We’ll just keep this between us, right men?
PRIVATE ARES
Sure-thing, Top.
PRIVATE MARS
(Over PRIVATE ARES:) You got it.
COLONEL STONE
First Sergeant Hammer, you carry these documents, in case I decide to put a bullet in my brain after all. Now let’s catch up with that bird before I have second thoughts about this.
FTB