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Schaefer turns, striding slowly to Dillon, handing him
the paper he is holding.

SCHAEFER
I think this is the one you want.

Dillon reads it.

DILLON
(reacting)
Two days...that's all we had.
In two days, three hundred of
these bastards would have been
equipped with all this.  After
they crossed the border, it
would have taken a year to
stop them.
(looks up)
We've averted a major
guerrilla invasion, Dutch...

Schaefer moves in close to Dillon, face to face,
anger flaring in his eyes.

SCHAEFER
(slow; deliberate)
It was all bullshit.  All of it.
From the start...you set us up,
got us in here to do your
dirty work.

DILLON
(angry)
That's right, I set you up.
You're a veteran at this, Dutch,
I had to.

SCHAEFER
Why us?

DILLON
Because I told you, you're the
best.  I knew you could do it but
I couldn't get you in here without
a cover story.

SCHAEFER
What story did you give to Davis?

(CONTINUED)

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DILLON
We've been lookin' for this
place for months.  The chopper
must have gotten close when
they got shot down.  Hopper                        *
was sent in to get my men.
He was just doing his job.
When he disappeared I had to
clean this up,  I had to stop
there bastards.  We were so
close, we couldn't quit.  We
couldn't sleep through this
one.  I needed you, Dutch,
can't you see that?

DILLON
To invade a foreign country,
illegally?  You lied, Dillon.
Stacked the odds against us.  Set
us up.  You could have gotten
us all killed.
(pause; looking at him)
You used to be one of us,
Dillon, someone I could trust
with my life...

DILLON
We've been through a lot together
Dutch.  When we were together, no                  *
one could stop us, the hottest                     *
Goddamned team the army ever saw.                  *
But things changed, I woke up.
We're fighting them in a dozen
Goddamned countries.  It's a
fight we can't lose, Dutch.  We're
all expendable assets, can't you
see that?

Schaefer takes the paper from Dillon's hands.

SCHAEFER
That's your problem, Dillon.
You always did put ambition
before the lives of your men.
(pause)
My men are not expendable.  I
don't do this kind of work.
(crumples up
paper in fist)
This is your dirty little war,
not mine.

(CONTINUED)

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He stuffs the crumpled paper into Dillon's shirt
pocket.

Anna, regaining consciousness, GROANS, a heavy flow
of blood running down her face from her head wound.

Hawkins appears at the door.

HAWKINS
Major!

Schaefer turns away from Dillon and steps through
the doorway into the palapa as Anna moans again,
MUMBLING something in Spanish.  Dillon kneels,
beside her.

DILLON
(quietly; in Spanish)
Are you all right?

55-A   INT. PALAPA - DAY                                     55-A

Schaefer is talking to Hawkins who has the field
radio set on a crate just outside the door.

HAWKINS
(urgent)
Major, we stepped into some
real shit here.  I got a hook-up
with aerial surveillance.

SCHAEFER
Movement?

(CONTINUED)

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55-A   CONTINUED:                                            55-A

HAWKINS
(nods)
Guerrillas swarming like flies                     *
all over the place.  Can't be more                 *
then one, maybe two miles away.                    *
Place is going down, Major.

SCHAEFER
How much time?

HAWKINS
Half an hour, maybe less.                          *

Schaefer touches him on the shoulder.

SCHAEFER
(urgently)
Tell Mac we move in five.

He starts to walk away.

DILLON
(o.s.)
She goes with us.

Schaefer turns.  Dillon is at the doorway, supporting
the still groggy Anna.

DILLON
She's too valuable.  She's
got to know their whole
network.  The whole set up.
We take her with us.                               *

SCHAEFER
We take her and she'll give
away our position, every
chance she gets.  No
prisoners, Dillon.

Dillon grabs the handset from Hawkin's radio, shoving it
at Schaefer.

DILLON
You're still under orders,
Dutch.  You want to make the
call, or should I?

Schaefer looks at the handset.  Then at Dillon, he knows
Dillon's won.

(CONTINUED)

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He starts to walk away but stops, turning back, pointing
a finger at Dillon.

SCHAEFER
I'm getting my men out of this
damn jungle, Dillon.  She's
your baggage.  You fall behind,
you're on your own.

56     EXT. GUERRILLA VILLAGE - DAY                          56

Schaefer and Billy are kneeling on the ground near the
trailhead, studying a MAP.  In the b.g., the team, hidden,
covers the hillside approaches to the camp, nervous and
wary, weapons ready.

SCHAEFER
This place is too hot for a pick-up.
They won't touch us until we're over
the border.  We can lift at LZ 49,
here.
(points to map)
Spotter plane says we're cut off.
(points to map)
Except for this valley.

Billy shakes his head, following the CONTOUR LINES of
the rugged terrain.

BILLY
Looks bad, Major.  It's gonna be
a real bitch.
(points to map)
If we follow above the river and
then down, here, at this canyon,
we might find a way out.

Schaefer turns to Ramirez, kneeling close by.

SCHAEFER
(decisively)
Not much choice.  Pancho, take
the lead.  Double time it.

He turns and looks at Dillon, Anna as his side, her
forehead bandaged, her hands bound in front of her.
He turns back to the others.

SCHAEFER
Lock n' load, watch your ass.

Blain moves out, swinging the Mini-gun in front of him
as he goes.

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56-A   EXT. OBSERVER'S P.O.V. - DAY                          56-A

Watching as Dillon leads ANNA onward, SEEING her bound
hands.  Dillon pushes her.

57     EXT. ANNA - DAY                                       57

Spins, hurling a string of insults to Dillon in
SPANISH.

ANNA
(in Spanish)
You touch me again, pig, and
I will cut off your balls!

DILLON
(in Spanish)
It's a long walk back, make it
easy on yourself.

She spits at him, turning forward with a twist of
her head.

Dillon picks up his back, shouldering it.  As they
move on, Mac calls out to him.

MAC
(quietly)
Hey, Dillon, over here.

Dillon doesn't respond.

MAC
(louder)
Dillon, over here.

Dillon turns and approaches, warily, holding
the girl.

DILLON
Yeah, what is it, Sergeant?

MAc unsheathes his knife.  He gives Dillon a cold
look and turns him by the shoulders.  Crawling
across the PACK on Dillon's back is a huge SCORPION.

Mac skeweres the scorpion with the tip of his
blade, holding it before the wincing Dillon.  Anna
smirks, nodding to the writhing, stinging insect.

ANNA
(in Spanish)
When my people catch you,
you'll wish you were him.

(CONTINUED)

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Dillon looks at Mac.

DILLON
Thanks.

MAC
(coolly)
Anytime.

Mac flings the scorpion to the ground, crushing it
with his boot.  He looks up at Dillon, walks away.
Dillon follows, pulling Anna behind him.

Billy, guarding the rear, glances furtively around
the clearing.  He moves a step forward and stops,
freezing.

Slowly he turns back, his eyes riveted upon the
treeline above the camp.  His eyes strain, his
senses registering a fear he cannot name or see.

Something is out there, in the trees, waiting,
watching.

Billy turns and walks into the jungle, pausing
one last time to look behind him before he too
disappears from sight.

The jungle GROWS SILENT.

58     EXT. OBSERVER'S ALTERED P.O.V. - DAY                  58

LOOKING DOWN from his vantage point TO the treeline
below, terraces like stepping stones, FOCUSING ON
a TREE, fifty feet away.

The Observer utters a LOW TRILL and springs outward
into space, hurtling downward towards his landing
point, the canopy of the trees approaching in a
staccato rush of green.

The SOUNDS of the FOREST are again altered and
enhanced with an electric, STATIC-LIKE quality as
the Observer descends fluidly through the trees
and to the ground.

He enters the camp, surveying the terrible
destruction and carnage.  He SEES the dead
Guerrillas, the dissipating heat from their bodies
leaving them pale and GHOST-LIKE, as if fading
light about to extinguish.  He sees their weapons,
the cold hard steel of the barrels registering
ICE BLUE in his vision.