cold, his face taut with anger.

BLAIN
Payback time.

Blain hefts the Mini-gun to his hip as Mac draws back
slightly on the breech bolt of the M-60, letting it
snap.

They move on, Billy pausing to look at the jungle
before disappearing into the foliage.



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29     EXT. ALTERED P.O.V. - DAY                             29

carefully watching this exchange from high in the
treetop canopy.  The Observer watches as Schaefer
turns and leaves the clearing, cautiously moving
into the jungle.

30     EXT. JUNGLE HILLSIDE - DAY                            30

Mac appears suddenly, materializing out of the
undergrowth, pausing cautiously, his senses alert,
intense, almost nervous.  He moves on, his huge body
barely making a sound as he weaves through the heavy
undergrowth.

Dillon appears.  As he moves on, he crosses over a
fallen TREE.  Stepping down, his foot breaks through
a rotten portion, a CHUCK of the log breaking free
and rolling down the hill.

Dillon at once goes into a defensive position,
listening.  The jungle is SILENT.  He stands and
starts to move forward.  Suddenly Mac appears
within inches of Dillon's face.  Mac's face is
menacing, angry.

(CONTINUED)

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30     CONTINUED:                                            30

MAC
(hissing; barely
audible)
You're ghostin' on me, mother
fokaaa!...I don't care who
you are back in the world...
You give away our position
again and I'll bleed you quiet
and leave your fuckin' ass
right here.
(hisses; spits)
Got it?

Dillon's eyes are wide and fixed, staring back in
cold hatred at Mac, controlling his rage...he knows
the rules.

Not waiting for a response, Mac turns and vanished
into the jungle.  Seething with anger Dillon
focuses on a still moving LEAF and STEM, indicating
Mac's exit point.  He moves on.

31     EXT. BLAIN - DAY                                      31

Crouches under heavy foliage, waiting.  He is
joined by Mac.  They glance briefly at each other,
scanning in opposite directions for movement and
sounds.  They speak in whispers.

BLAIN
Say, Bull.  What's goin' down?
We got movement?

MAC
No.  Shithead with his
trenchcoat and dee-coda-da
ring was makin' enough noise
to get us all waxed.  I don't
like that guy.  Don't like
him at my back.  I ain't
winding up like those
bastards back there.

Mac, sweating heavily, wipes the moisture from
his brow with his finger.

Blain pats the mini-gun affectionately.

BLAIN
I know what you mean, Bull,
but don't sweat it, me and
'ol 'painless' here are
watchin' the front door.

(CONTINUED)

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31     CONTINUED:                                            31

MAC
As always, bro...

They do a gentle fist dap and smile warmly at
each other.  Two men who have seen it all,
through a dozen no-win situations, and have lived
to tell about it.

Mac advances a few meters and signals slowly.

32     EXT. KNOLL                                            32

The assault team moving up the hill, barely
visible in the heavy foliage, the team moves
cautiously into defensive positions.  Holding.
A moment later they continue up the hill,
crawling.

On their stomachs, Schaefer and Ramirez clear
the edge of the knoll, SEEING below a GUERRILLA
VILLAGE, a huge, spreading PALAPA covering
implacements dug into a hillside, descending
to a winding stream bed below.  30 MEN, dressed
in a mixture of jungle fatigues and civilian
clothes, armed with AK-47 ASSAULT RIFLES move
about the camp.  A heavy MACHINE GUN emplacement
guards the entrance to the camp.  TWO MEN sit
in the camouflaged emplacement.

33     SCHAEFER                                              33

sweeping the camp with BINOCULARS, SEES a
GUARD above the camp.  One of the man picks up
a hand-held ROCKET LAUNCHER, placing it beside
a bandolier of ROCKETS and a RADIO SET and
CONSULS taken from the U.S. surveillance
helicopter as if preparing to take them away.

Schaefer puts down the glasses, looking at
Ramirez who nods in acknowledgment.  A sudden
MUFFLED CRY brings Schaefer's attention to one
end of the camp, where a heavily thatched DOOR
covers and opening to the PALAPA.  A GUARD
stands at the door.

The door flies open as a HOSTAGE, shirtless,
hands tied behind his back, staggers through
the door as if kicked from behind.

(CONTINUED)

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33     CONTINUED                                             33

The man falls to the ground, feebly trying to regain
his footing.  Although difficult to see from Schaefer's
vantage point, the man's battered face and welt-covered
back indicate he has been severely tortured.

Emerging from the palapa, a GUERRILLA LEADER,
moustached and wearing a SIDEARM, approaches the
beaten man, kicking him viciously in the stomach,
rolling him to his side.

Kneeling beside the man he withdraws an AUTOMATIC from
his holster and cocks the hammer.  Grabbing the man by
the hair he jams the muzzle into the man's ear and with
a violent twist, pulls the trigger.

The guerrilla leader stands and strides quickly back
to the palapa, still holding the pistol, closing the
door behind him.

34    SCHAEFER                                              34

grim-faced at having witnesses the murder, lowers him
glasses, a look of cold determination on his face.
Quickly he and Ramirez ease down the escarpment,
joining the other team members.

Schaefer makes a circling motion with his thumb
and the team members gather in close, huddle formation.

SCHAEFER
(whispering; angry)
Just killed one of the                             *
prisoners.  No time for                            *
invitations.  We take them,
now.

35     EXT. BLAIN AND MAC - DAY                              35

Crawl silently through the underbrush.  With nearly
impreceptible movements, Blain slips out of the
cartridge pack, ditching the Mini-gun.  He withdraws
his COMBAT KNIFE, placing it between his teeth.

They move through the underbrush in tandem, like
two bug cats, stalking.  Mac freezes, the sweat
pouring from his face, holds up his hand as Blain
stops.

(CONTINUED)

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35     CONTINUED:                                            35

Using a BLADE OF GRASS, Mac points out a metal TRIP
WIRE, following it to a hidden CLAYMORE MINE.  Blain
grins making a switching GESTURE.  Carefully Mac
detaches the LEAD WIRES.  Directing the mine towards
the camp, he reattaches the wires, nodding at Blain.

36     EXT. JUNGLE - OVERHEAD - ALTERED P.O.V. - DAY         36

SEEN THROUGH HEAT-SEEKING VISION, FOCUSED ON Blain
and Mac, lying in the grass below, their bodies
outlined in LUMONOUS AUREOLES.  The Observer SEES the
NETWORK of TRIP WIRES guarding the approaches to the
machine gun nests.  The wires GLOW as if ELECTRIFIED,
standing out in hard-edged relief in contrast to
the jungle foliage.  He moves higher into the forest
canopy.

37     EXT. BILLY - DAY                                      37

On Schaefer's signal rises up, pulling a SENTRY to
him, covering his mouth with his hand, jerking him
backwards and to the side, knocking him off balance
with a sweeping motion of his left leg, killing him
with his COMBAT KNIFE.

38     EXT. SCHAEFER - DAY                                   38    *

Belly crawls silently through the tall grass just
outside and above the main entrance to the camp.  He
stops, studying the ancient, rusted skeleton of a
TRUCK parked on a level spot above the camp, its
engine quietly IDLING.  The truck is jacked and
blocked up, one rear wheel attached to a belt-drive
leading to a PUMP, drawing water from a river nearby.
In the open cab of the truck a GUARD is on duty,
watching the high ground above the camp.

Schaefer moves out, heading for the guard.

39     EXT. MACHINE GUN EMPLACEMENT - DAY                    39

While one Guerrilla attends to his equipment, the
OTHER attentively watches the approaches to the camp.
He is momentarily distracted by a BUZZING FLY, which
he annoyingly swats at with his hand.

He hears something to his side.  Turning to investigate,
the huge, hamhock fist of Mack smashes into his throat.

Simultaneously, Blain rises up behind the other man,
grabs him by the hair, pulling him down, his COMBAT
KNIFE driving downward.

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40     EXT. TRUCK - DAY                                      40    *

A SATCHEL CHARGE is looped over the gearshift lever,
resting on the floorboard.  Schaefer, lying low
across the seat of the truck, turns and looks, SEEING
the guard, lying in a heap in the foliage.

40-A   EXT. RAMIREZ - DAY                                    40-A  *

Moves into position to the side and above the camp.
He carefully checks the readiness of his SIX-SHOT
GRENADE LAUNCHER, also setting his MP-5 in front of
him, ready for action.

41     EXT. SCHAEFER                                         41    *

Crouched to the side of the truck, watches the camp,
SEEING below through the dense undergrowth, Ramirez,
barely visible, signaling.

Before him are two FRAGMENTATION GRENADES.  He looks
at his watch, and then up the hill to:

41-A   DILLON AND HAWKINS                                    41-A  *

their weapons ready.  Dillon picks up his binoculars,
focusing on the machine gun emplacement, seeing a MAN,
his face covered by a HAT.  The head rises, REVEALING
the face of Blain, who looks above the camp and
slightly nods.  Putting his glasses down, motions
to Hawkins.

DILLON
(to Hawkins)
Ready, kid?

Hawkins grins back.  Together they slip through the
grass, downward towards the edge of the camp.

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43                                                           43

44     EXT. SCHAEFER                                         44    *

Holds his huge, COMMANDO MACHETE on a diagonal,
pushing through the belt, slicing it cleanly.  Turning
he crawls silently to the rear of the truck,
positioning himself behind the rear of the one ton
truck.

He squats, and with an enormous, concentrated effort,
deadlifts the rear of the truck, its rusted springs
and frame beginning to CREAK and GROAN slightly.

(CONTINUED)

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With a herculean effort he lifts the truck free of
its blocks and then pushes forward.  He rolls aside,
disappearing into the ground cover as the truck, its
tireless rims digging into the earth, lops down the
hill, slowly picking up speed.

45     EXT. GUERRILLA VILLAGE - DAY                          45

A Guerrilla, alerted by the SOUND of the approaching
truck, looks up at the hillside, SEEING the vehicle
still moving down the hill at a moderate roll.  He
CALLS OUT and several Guerrilla leaves their posts,
moving out to prepare to stop the truck.

The truck rolls into the clearing picking up speed,
heading towards the main palapa.  The men rush
forward, surrounding the truck, trying to slow it
down, but the truck rolls, SMASHING through the front
wall of the palapa.  The men gather around truck
and then look back up the hill.

46     EXT. ALTERED P.O.V. - DAY                             46    *

Watching as Schaefer pulls the pin and launches the
GRENADE into the air, the Observer following its
arc as it spirals dead-center into the camp, bouncing
twice before rolling into the FUEL DUMP...which a
moment later, EXPLODES into an incredible FIREBALL.

The expanding FIREBALL released from the explosion
is to the Observer like an erupting sun, momentarily
blinding him.

47     EXT. GUERRILLA CAMP - DAY                             47

The truck is BLOWN up into the air by the explosion...
a moment later the satchel charge DETONATES with an
ear-splitting EXPLOSION, tearing the truck apart.

48     EXT. SCHAEFER - DAY                                   48

Jumps to his feet, FIRING an M-203 round into the
camp.

49     EXT. KNOLL - DAY                                      49

Schaefer races down the hillside, joined by Dillon,
leaving Hawkins to cover them.  Bullets burst around
their feet as they run low, firing short bursts to
his left and right.

(CONTINUED)

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