This is an excerpt (first 20 pages) of a completed screenplay.

       "Price Of Love" - screenplay by Derek Paterson.

       FADE IN:

       EXT. MANGROVE SWAMP - DAY

       A dense overhead canopy throws the swamp into shadow.  The
       water hereabouts runs thigh-deep.  Insects click loudly,
       then go silent as a GROUP of men and women move into shot.

       They're led by PATRICK HOOLIHAN, late 20s, cropped fair
       hair, wearing bloodstained camouflage fatigues.  He's as
       tired as the rest but his eyes never leave the surrounding
       trees and he clutches his M-16 tightly.

       His FIVE men are mercenaries like Hoolihan.  Their shoulder
       patches say "13" -- an unlucky number for the enemy units
       they've fought and killed.  The rest of the group are a
       mix of medics and nurses, a dozen in all.  They've been
       through hell.  Some of the nurses clutch infants to their
       chests, pitiful bundles of humanity, survivors of a local
       conflict that's spiraled out of control.

       Hoolihan looks back to check on his men.  One or two grin
       at him even though they're damn tired.  Hoolihan's gaze
       falls upon NURSE HAZEL MURPHY, early 20s.  She clutches a
       baby protectively to her chest.  The dirt and sweat that
       covers every inch of Murphy's body can't hide what lies
       beneath, although if anyone tried to tell her how attractive
       she is Murphy would laugh in their face.  She senses
       Hoolihan's attention.  Despite everything, she manages a
       smile.

       The group trudges on... until MACHINE GUN FIRE erupts from
       the trees!  The mercs are targeted first, executed at almost
       point blank range.  Nurses and medics scream as they're
       blasted to hell by men with no conscience.

       Hoolihan returns fire but bullets spin him around and cast
       him down into the mud.

       Murphy is knocked over by a falling nurse.  The baby bundle
       flies from her arms and splashes into the water.  Bullets
       churn the water crimson.  Murphy scrambles desperately to
       reach the little body.  She thrashes around but can't find
       it.  It's gone.  She grabs hold of the nurse who knocked
       her over.  The nurse is dead, eyes open, multiple holes in
       her chest.  Murphy lets the body go...

       A shadow falls over Murphy.  She looks up, bewildered.
       Sunlight blinds her, she can't see who the shadow is.
       Hands reach down and grab her, pull her up.

       TAYLOR, 30s, a cold-eyed merc with curly black hair, grins
       at her.  His camouflage pattern is different to that worn
       by Hoolihan's men, and his shoulder patch depicts a grinning
       skull and crossbones instead of the number "13."

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                                                               2.


                             TAYLOR
                 Well, what do you know?  Looks
                 like I struck lucky.

       Murphy blinks, not understanding... sees other mercs moving
       around, firing single shots into bodies that are probably
       dead already... and realizes what's happened.

                             MURPHY
                 Bastard!

       She flies at Taylor trying to claw his eyes out.  He slaps
       her hard.  Murphy splashes down again, stunned and helpless.
       One of Taylor's men takes aim at her head.

                             TAYLOR
                 No.  Bring her with us.  We might
                 need a nurse.

       The merc slings his rifle over his shoulder and grabs
       Murphy, pulls her up.  She struggles but he's way too strong
       for her.

       Taylor looks around at the devastation he's caused, then
       marches out of there.  His men follow him, bringing Murphy
       along.  They disappear into the trees.

       A beat.  Insects swarm, searching for a feast.

       Hoolihan groans and turns over onto his back.  He's been
       shot full of holes but by some miracle he's still alive.
       He pulls himself toward the nearest semi-dry land.  Manages
       to drag most of himself out of the water.  He lies there
       with his eyes closed.  Maybe he's going to make it... then
       again, maybe not.

                                                       FADE OUT:

       Black screen.  A beat.

       FADE IN:

       EXT. BORDER TOWN - DAY

       Baking in the hot afternoon sun.

       EXT JAILHOUSE - DAY

       A jeep pulls up in front of the jailhouse.  The engine is
       turned off.  After a moment the DRIVER climbs out, his
       back to us.  He looks up and down the street, his identity
       obscured by his cowboy hat and sunglasses.  He climbs the
       step and enters the jailhouse.

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                                                               3.


       INT. JAILHOUSE - DAY

       The DESK SERGEANT looks up suspiciously as the Driver enters
       and walks up to the desk.  The Driver takes off his
       sunglasses.  It's Hoolihan, very much alive.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 You got a prisoner here, name of
                 Bergan.

                             DESK SERGEANT
                 Drunk and disorderly.  Destroyed
                 property.  Resisted arrest.  Not
                 the first time, either.  Six months
                 if he's lucky.  Two years if he's
                 unlucky.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 How much to make it go away?

                             DESK SERGEANT
                 He insulted the Alcanté's daughter.
                 And then the Alcanté's wife.  And
                 then the Alcanté himself.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 How much to make them go away?

                             DESK SERGEANT
                 The judge is the Alcanté's brother.
                 Nothing can make this go away.  As
                 much as I would like to help you,
                 your friend is staying here until
                 the judge summons him to answer to
                 the charges.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 When will that be?

                             DESK SERGEANT
                 Sometime next month, or perhaps
                 the month after.  I am sorry.

       The Desk Sergeant grins.  He's not sorry at all.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Well, thanks for letting me know.

                             DESK SERGEANT
                 It is my pleasure.

       Hoolihan turns and exits.

       EXT. JAILHOUSE - DAY

       Hoolihan stands for a moment squinting up and down the
       street.  He puts on his sunglasses.

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                                                               4.


       He goes to the jeep and lifts a blanket, revealing a pump
       action shotgun.  He picks up the shotgun and goes back
       inside.

       INT. JAILHOUSE - DAY

       The Desk Sergeant looks up.  Hoolihan points the shotgun
       at his heart.  The Desk Sergeant slowly opens his holster,
       takes out his pistol and lays it on the desk.  Then he
       gets up and uses a keyring to open a door that leads into...

       INT. CELL BLOCK - DAY

       A row of barred cells, some occupied by locals sleeping
       off the night before.  In one cell, NICK BERGAN, 30s, asleep
       on his cot and looking pretty rough, like maybe someone's
       worked him over.

       Hoolihan and the Desk Sergeant enter.  Hoolihan wrinkles
       his nose.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Don't you guys ever open a window?

                             DESK SERGEANT
                 For what reason?

       The Desk Sergeant unlocks Bergan's cell door and opens it.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Sergeant Bergan.  Front and center.

       Bergan moans and slowly comes out of it.

                             BERGAN
                 What the hell...?

       He sits up.  Blinks owlishly.  Looks at the Desk Sergeant,
       then at Hoolihan.  Wondering which is which.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 You gonna just sit there all day?
                 I got the meter running.

                             BERGAN
                 Go away.

       The Desk Sergeant gives Hoolihan a sympathetic look.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Would you be so kind?

       The Desk Sergeant enters the cell, grabs Bergan and pulls
       him to his feet.  Bergan swings at him but the wild punch
       misses.  The Desk Sergeant pushes him out of the cell.
       Bergan stumbles into the opposite wall and bangs his head.

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                                                               5.


                             BERGAN
                 Oh, God.  Pain can be sore...

       Hoolihan closes the cell door.  The Desk Sergeant locks it
       from inside, then gives Hoolihan the keys.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 I'll leave them on your desk.

                             DESK SERGEANT
                 Gracias.  Va con Dios.

       INT. JAILHOUSE - DAY

       Hoolihan drops the keys on the desk on their way to the
       door.

                             BERGAN
                 Why are you here?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 I need you.

                             BERGAN
                 Not in a sexual way, I hope?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 I'd sooner strip naked and mount a
                 cactus.

                             BERGAN
                 I hope the opportunity presents
                 itself.

       Hoolihan opens the door, admitting sunlight.  Bergan winces
       and shields his eyes.

                             BERGAN (CONT'D)
                 Patrick, please tell me, where are
                 we going?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 You heard of a place called
                 Matadero?

                             BERGAN
                 Does it have a bar?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Probably.

                             BERGAN
                 Take me there.

       They exit.

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                                                               6.


       EXT. JAILHOUSE - DAY

       As Hoolihan and Bergan exit outside, a jeepful of cops
       pulls up.  The cops get out as Hoolihan and Bergan climb
       into Hoolihan's jeep.  The cops don't even look twice --
       if they did, they'd see the shotgun Hoolihan holds flush
       against his leg.  The cops go inside.

       Hoolihan backs away and turns so he's alongside the cop
       jeep.  He aims at the tires.  BLAM!  One tire gone.  He
       reloads.  BLAM!  Another tire gone.  He floors the gas and
       gets the hell out of there.

       The cops pour out of the jailhouse with guns drawn.  By
       then Hoolihan is just a cloud of dust.  The cops board
       their jeep to pursue, but one of them sees the tires and
       points this out to the others.  Much cursing and swearing.

       I/E. HOOLIHAN'S JEEP (MOVING) - DAY

       Bergan takes his fingers out of his ears.

                             BERGAN
                 Next time, warn me.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 I will.

       He gives the shotgun to Bergan, who drops it on the back
       seat.

                             BERGAN
                 They have telephones and radios,
                 you know.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 I know.  But they'll think we're
                 heading north for the border.
                 We're going south.

                             BERGAN
                 To Matadero, the town with the
                 bar.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 That's right, but you're not going
                 to see the inside of it.  You've
                 got two days to dry out, get cleaned
                 up and become respectable.

                             BERGAN
                 What happens in two days?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 We meet a guy called Grumman.
                 He's got a job lined up for us.
                             (MORE)

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                                                               7.


                             HOOLIHAN (CONT'D)
                 He wired me ten grand just to meet
                 him when he gets there.

                             BERGAN
                 Ten grand...

                             HOOLIHAN
                 That's like those crumpled little
                 pieces of paper you sometimes find
                 at the bottom of your pockets,
                 except ten thousand of them all in
                 the same place at the same time.

                             BERGAN
                 Is this guy insane?  You'd show up
                 for nothing.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 He doesn't know that.  Only my
                 friends know that.

                             BERGAN
                 He wants you to know he's serious.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 By taking his money I showed him
                 I'm serious, too.

                             BERGAN
                 Do you have anything to drink?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 There's a canteen under your seat.

                             BERGAN
                 If it contains any of that filthy
                 transparent stuff that doesn't
                 have alcohol in it, I don't want
                 to know.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 You're sober until this job's done.

                             BERGAN
                 I think better when I'm drunk.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 But your aim is terrible.

                             BERGAN
                 Is it just me you're torturing, or
                 are there other parties involved?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 I left a message with Ryker.  Jase
                 and Boom Boom, too.

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                                                               8.


                             BERGAN
                 Holy shit.  Strike Force 13 rides
                 again.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 What's left of us.

       The sadness and regret in his voice is unmistakable.

       EXT. HOTEL MATADERO - NIGHT

       Hoolihan's jeep is parked around the side of the building,
       away from the street.  Music and voices from the hotel
       bar.

       INT. HOOLIHAN'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

       Bergan sits on a chair and uses the bed as a table for a
       game of solitaire.  He's clean-shaven and wearing clean
       clothes, hasn't had a drink in two days.

       FOOTSTEPS in the hallway outside.  Bergan's hand dips below
       the bed and comes up holding the shotgun.  He points it at
       the door.

       A KNOCK at the door -- one single rap, then one-two-three.
       Bergan lowers the shotgun but doesn't let go.

       Hoolihan enters, followed by GRUMMAN, 50s, heavyset and
       confident, carrying a metal attaché case.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Nick Bergan, my operations chief,
                 and the best long-range sniper in
                 the business.

       Grumman offers his hand.  Bergan stands up and shakes.

                             GRUMMAN
                 My pleasure.  I did my time with
                 the Marine Corps.  Met some snipers
                 in the Delta.  Quiet bastards, you
                 couldn't help but have respect for
                 them.

       Hoolihan pulls up chairs.  They sit down.  Grumman puts
       his case on the bed.  Unlocks it, takes out a brown
       envelope.  Inside, photographs of CORTEZ, 40s, slick and
       dangerous looking, plus long-range shots of a big house
       surrounded by walls, fences and trees.

                             GRUMMAN (CONT'D)
                 You'll forgive me if I get right
                 down to business.  It's my
                 daughter's twenty-first birthday
                 and she's having a party.
                             (MORE)

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                                                               9.


                             GRUMMAN (CONT'D)
                 If I'm not there tonight, my wife
                 will qualify for the national butt-
                 kicking championships.

       Hoolihan and Bergan look at the photographs.

                             GRUMMAN (CONT'D)
                 The guy's name is Cortez.  He's
                 supposed to be working for me.  A
                 few weeks ago he decided he could
                 do better on his lonesome.  Now,
                 don't get me wrong, I've nothing
                 against people wanting to better
                 themselves.  Good luck to them.
                 But when someone reneges on a deal
                 and tells me he owns the assets I
                 gave him when he had absolutely
                 nothing, I get pissed and mean.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 You'll forgive me for asking what
                 it is that Mr. Cortez did for you.

                             GRUMMAN
                 I'm an exporter.  Sometimes I'm an
                 importer.  Depends who wants what.
                 Cortez represented me when I had
                 to deal with a certain type.
                 Because of the dangers involved
                 there's a high commission.  Cortez
                 must have saved hard because next
                 thing I know his place is a goddam
                 fortress with guards and dogs and,
                 would you believe it, minefields.
                 I call him and ask him what he's
                 playing at.  He hangs up.  I pay
                 him a visit and his guards won't
                 even let me past the gates.  Well,
                 excuse me, but I seem to remember
                 paying for that house and everything
                 in it, and putting up a generous
                 stake that got Cortez into this
                 business in the first place.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 What do you want us to do about
                 it, Mr. Grumman?  We're not a debt
                 collection agency.

                             GRUMMAN
                 I want you to take Cortez out,
                 take all his people out.  Total
                 annihilation.
                             (MORE)

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                                                              10.


                             GRUMMAN (CONT'D)
                 Reduce the house to rubble if you
                 want to because I won't set foot
                 inside it again, that man betrayed
                 me and if there is one thing I
                 will not abide, it is betrayal.

                             BERGAN
                 You want us to hit him?

                             GRUMMAN
                 I want you to hit him hard, so
                 hard he won't get up again.  Same
                 goes for those who decided they'd
                 be better off in his camp instead
                 of mine.  I want them to realize,
                 in their final moments as they die
                 screaming, that they made the wrong
                 fucking choice.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 How many guards are we talking
                 about?

                             GRUMMAN
                 By my reckoning, maybe twenty.
                 Could be higher.  Is there some
                 kind of limit to the size of force
                 you gentlemen are willing to engage?

                             BERGAN
                 I know some people who'll take out
                 the house with a surgical airstrike
                 for five million dollars.

                             GRUMMAN
                 And who might that be?

                             BERGAN
                 Some friends of mine, they work
                 for the U.S. Navy.

                             GRUMMAN
                 Something like that would be hard
                 to keep under wraps.  You'd have
                 some hot-shot pilot boasting to
                 his buddies about how he came down
                 at this angle and released his
                 payload at this altitude and punched
                 twelve gees reaching for the clouds
                 while the world below turned
                 crimson.  I want this to be hush-
                 hush, need to know only.  Which
                 means a small number of hand-picked,
                 trusted personnel, most of whom
                 don't even know who financed the
                 operation.

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                                                              11.


       Grumman sits back and smiles like a shark.

                             GRUMMAN (CONT'D)
                 That's why I came to you, Mr.
                 Hoolihan.  Took me a while to track
                 down the right kind of man with
                 the right kind of experience and
                 contacts, who can mount a raid
                 upon a target without anyone getting
                 a sniff of it until everything's
                 over and done with and you're clean
                 away.  With all due respect to
                 your suggestion, Nick, nobody's
                 going to say they heard a jet flying
                 around a few seconds before a bomb
                 came sailing down out of the sky.
                 That kind of event prompts awkward
                 questions.

                             BERGAN
                 It was a dumb idea, but I wanted
                 to know if you'd prefer the simplest
                 solution.

                             GRUMMAN
                 Thank you for asking but I'll stick
                 with what I know.  What are you
                 thinking, Mr. Hoolihan?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Twenty-plus guards.  Let's assume
                 no more than half will be on duty
                 at any one time.  One-third is
                 more likely, three shifts rotating
                 every eight hours.  That means
                 eight to ten men on the outside,
                 the rest will be inside the house.

                             BERGAN
                 We need a diversion.

                             GRUMMAN
                 A diversion?

                             BERGAN
                 To pull the rest outside so we can
                 kill 'em.  Where's the nearest
                 town?

                             GRUMMAN
                 You're sitting in it.

       Hoolihan and Bergan look at each other.  Not good.  Hoolihan
       taps the photograph of Cortez's fortress.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Just how far away is this place?

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                                                              12.


                             GRUMMAN
                 About ten miles that-a-way.

       He points out the window.

                             BERGAN
                 When they're off-duty, do Cortez's
                 men come into town?

                             GRUMMAN
                 Hell yes, some are probably in the
                 local bordello at this very moment
                 contributing to the world's AIDS
                 problem.  Now, I know what you're
                 going to say.  Maybe someone saw
                 me coming in.  Maybe they recognized
                 me, and sent word to that bastard
                 Cortez.  Uh-uh, didn't happen.
                 I'm very careful when it comes to
                 my own ass.

                             BERGAN
                 We're very careful about ours,
                 too.
                      (to Hoolihan)
                 I say we walk away from this.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 We're in no danger.

                             BERGAN
                 You don't know that.

                             GRUMMAN
                 Do I detect a note of dissent?

                             BERGAN
                 Cortez's men could come through
                 that door at any moment if someone
                 saw you and reported back to him.
                 The operation is only at the initial
                 discussion phase and you've already
                 compromised our security.

                             GRUMMAN
                 I told you, no one saw me.  I also
                 have men downstairs and across the
                 street watching the bordello.  My
                 bodyguards might not have your
                 reputation, but they're competent
                 and well-armed.  Nobody's coming
                 through that door.  So if you don't
                 mind, I'd like to continue our
                 little pow-wow.

       Grumman takes a bundle of notes from his case.  Tosses it
       onto the bed.

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                                                              13.


                             GRUMMAN (CONT'D)
                 One hundred thousand dollars just
                 to take a look.  Let's call it a
                 feasibility study.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 You're very trusting.

                             GRUMMAN
                 Well, see, that's part of your
                 reputation too, Mr. Hoolihan.  If
                 I thought you and your buddy were
                 going to go on a legendary drinking
                 and whoring binge with my hundred
                 grand, we wouldn't be talking.  I
                 know there is honor among
                 mercenaries because without honor,
                 no one would ever come near you.
                 You'd all be out of business
                 overnight.

       He stands up, snaps his case shut.

                             GRUMMAN (CONT'D)
                 I expect to hear from you again
                 within a week, at the latest.  If
                 not... well, I'll be disappointed,
                 and a little wiser perhaps.  But
                 you, Mr. Hoolihan, you will have
                 to look over your shoulder from
                 now until the day you die, which
                 will be very soon, because I will
                 set the Angel of Death on your
                 ass.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 I believe you, Mr. Grumman.

       Bergan lifts the shotgun into view, aims at Grumman's belly.
       No reaction at all from Grumman.

                             BERGAN
                 Alternatively we could kill you
                 and skip town with your money.

                             GRUMMAN
                 And make me miss my daughter's
                 twenty-first?  Then you'd have my
                 wife on your tail, and you wouldn't
                 want that either, believe me.

       A beat.  Bergan lowers the shotgun.  No point in threatening
       a man who isn't scared.

                             GRUMMAN (CONT'D)
                 Gentlemen.

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                                                              14.


       He turns and exits, closing the door behind him.  Bergan
       creeps to the door and listens.  When he's sure Grumman
       has gone...

                             BERGAN
                 He's CIA.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 I know, but CIA money's as good as
                 any other kind of money.

       Hoolihan picks up the bundle of notes.  Instead of counting
       it he weighs it in his hand.  Feels right.  He tosses it
       to Bergan.

                             HOOLIHAN (CONT'D)
                 Just so you know, that's a hundred
                 thousand of those crumpled little
                 pieces of paper you sometimes find
                 at the bottom of your pockets.

                             BERGAN
                 This Cortez guy is probably ex-
                 CIA.  A rogue agent.  That's why
                 Grumman wants him wiped out.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 A feasibility study, that's what
                 the man said.  We can do that.

       Bergan tosses the money onto the bed.

                             BERGAN
                 What's the bet Cortez is expecting
                 something?  We could be walking
                 into a trap.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 A long-range feasibility study.
                 There must be somewhere around
                 here that sells big telescopes.

                             BERGAN
                 Probably the same place that sells
                 bullets by the bucketload to Cortez
                 and his men.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Speaking of whom...

                             BERGAN
                 What?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 That place we passed on the way
                 here could be the bordello.

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                                                              15.


                             BERGAN
                 No shit, I wondered why those girls
                 were waving to us from the balcony.
                      (beat)
                 You're not thinking of scouting
                 the place?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 I'd like to see the opposition.
                 Preferably in a non-hostile
                 environment where they're relaxed
                 and taking things easy.

                             BERGAN
                 Sounds crazy, if you don't mind my
                 saying so.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Jesus, Nick, don't be so uptight.
                 When was the last time you had a
                 pretty woman?

       Bergan thinks about that...

                                                    DISSOLVE TO:

       Black screen.

       Title:  "Nick Bergan."

       FADE IN:

       EXT. NATIVE VILLAGE - DAY

       A younger, sober Bergan leads a FIVE-MAN PATROL out of the
       jungle.  He looks around.  The place is oddly quiet.
       Deserted, in fact...

       He slips the safety off his M-16 and gestures to his men.
       The young CORPORAL stays with Bergan, they cover their men
       as they spread out and search the huts.  The men come out
       again shaking their heads.  The place is deserted.

                             CORPORAL
                 Where everyone go?

       A beat, while Bergan considers this.  He waves an insect
       away from his face.  It doesn't take the hint, keeps coming
       back.  Bergan snatches the insect out of the air.  He opens
       his fist and stares at the splash of blood on his palm.
       The Corporal's eyes widen.

                             BERGAN
                 Too much blood...

       They move between the huts.  Then into the trees.

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                                                              16.


       EXT. JUNGLE CLEARING - DAY

       The sound of BUZZING INSECTS grows louder.  They emerge
       into a clearing among the trees where they find...

       A PIT filled with bodies.  Men and women, children...  The
       Sergeant covers his mouth and nose with his scarf.  Bergan
       squats down and stares at the pile of hopeless humanity.

       BERGAN'S FLASHBACK:

       Bergan embraces and kisses a beautiful young native girl,
       SEETA, 18, who laughs with pleasure.  Bergan is obviously
       infatuated with her.  He pins a flower in her hair.  Seeta's
       eyes widen with surprise.  Engagement ritual.  Bergan grins.
       He knows.  She smiles, suddenly coy.  Bergan kisses her.

       BACK TO SCENE:

                             BERGAN
                 They took the young women and older
                 girls with them.

       The Corporal circles around the pit, examining the ground
       for tracks.

                             CORPORAL
                 Bandits.  Fifteen, maybe more.
                 They head back into the mountains.

                             BERGAN
                 They've got five, maybe six hours
                 of a head start.

       The Corporal stares at the jungle, imagining what lies
       between them and the bandits.

                             CORPORAL
                 Bad terrain.

                             BERGAN
                 Bad for them, too.  The prisoners
                 will slow them up even more.  Maybe
                 they'll stop to rest.  Maybe we'll
                 catch up with them.

       The Corporal nods and exits back the way they came.

       EXT. JUNGLE - DAY

       Bergan leads his patrol in pursuit of the bandits.

       EXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT

       Bergan orders a halt.  His men cover the surrounding jungle
       with their weapons.  Bergan goes on alone with the Corporal.
       Moving very slowly and carefully.

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                                                              17.


       EXT. DESERTED VILLAGE - NIGHT

       Maybe a casualty of civil war, the huts are in disrepair,
       some have collapsed completely.

       The BANDITS have made camp here.  A makeshift fire burns
       in the compound in the middle.  The 15 or so bandits, tough-
       looking guys who don't know what soap is, stand in a circle
       facing each other.  They're tanked up on jungle juice,
       drunk and full of mean.

       Bergan and the Corporal crawl to the edge of the jungle
       and settle down to watch.  The kidnapped girls from the
       other village huddle terrified in one of the huts, guarded
       by two bandits.  Their moans and crying suggest something
       unpleasant is happening in the compound.

       The bandits push a half-naked girl through the fire.  Every
       time she runs through the flames she gets burned more.
       They push her back and forth, catching her, turning her
       around the throwing her into the fire.  Laughing like
       lunatics while the girl gasps and winces with pain.

       Bergan and the Corporal look at each other.  Jesus!

       The girl is caught by bandits on this side of the circle
       and just for a second she looks directly at Bergan.  Her
       eyes widen in surprise.  Bergan's eyes widen too.  It's
       Seeta!  The bandits throw her back at the fire.

       Bergan makes to get up but the Corporal's hand on his
       shoulder stops him.  The Corporal silently tells Bergan to
       use his eyes.  The bandits' weapons are close to hand.  If
       Bergan starts shooting, they'll have a bloodbath.  What
       about the prisoners?

       The BANDIT LEADER, bigger and meaner than the rest, catches
       Seeta.  He laughs as he tears away what's left of her dress,
       exposing her.  The bandits stop laughing.  Every man is
       affected by Seeta's naked body, glowing in the firelight.
       They lick their lips in anticipation of another kind of
       sport.  Seeta looks around the circle, and knows what she
       can expect.

       Bergan crawls backward.  The Corporal follows him.

       The Bandit Leader fondles Seeta roughly.  She winces and
       tries to see outside the circle, but the bandits block her
       view.

       EXT. REAR OF PRISONERS' HUT - NIGHT

       Bergan and the Corporal circle around and come up behind
       the hut with the prisoners.  Bergan draws his knife.  For
       a moment the Corporal fears he's going to kill one of the
       guards, but Bergan uses the knife to scrape away earth at
       the bottom of the hut.

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                                                              18.


       INT. PRISONERS' HUT - NIGHT

       One of the girl prisoners sees the knife appearing under
       the back of the hut and opens her mouth to scream, but
       another prisoner clamps her hand over the girl's mouth.

       Bergan makes the hole bigger and wider.  He takes the knife
       away and puts his hand through, beckoning for the prisoners
       to come this way.

       EXT. REAR OF PRISONERS' HUT - NIGHT

       The first prisoner squeezes under and out.  The Corporal
       kneels down and whispers to her, pointing at the jungle.
       Go that way!  Be very quiet!  The girl nods and exits into
       the jungle, not making a sound.

       INT. PRISONERS' HUT - NIGHT

       A couple of prisoners remain where they are near the hut
       door in case the guards look in.  Behind them, the other
       prisoners get out through the hole.

       EXT. PRISONERS' HUT - NIGHT

       The guards crane their necks to see what's happening with
       Seeta in the circle.

       The Bandit Leader is all over Seeta, grabbing and pinching
       her roughly, his idea of foreplay.  Seeta endures the pain
       silently -- then breaks away from him.  His face twists
       with rage... but then he gapes in astonishment.

       Seeta dances in the middle of the circle, arms raised above
       her head.  She has their undivided attention.  She sways
       seductively, rotating her hips.  She moves around the inside
       of the circle, looking at each man in turn.  Then she steps
       lightly into the flames and out again, not missing a beat.
       The bandits are too aroused to do anything except stare.

       She looks past the bandits and sees Bergan looking around
       the side of the hut.  The last of the prisoners escapes
       into the jungle behind him.  Bergan raises his rifle to
       his shoulder...

       But Seeta shakes her head.  Telling him no, don't shoot.
       She dances around, looks back at him.  Shakes her head
       again.  Do not shoot.

       EXT. REAR OF PRISONERS' HUT - NIGHT

       The Corporal touches Bergan's shoulder.  Telling him they
       have to go.  Bergan doesn't want to.  The Corporal insists.
       Slowly, reluctantly, Bergan moves away from the hut.  The
       Corporal watches him carefully.  Guides him into the jungle,
       making sure he doesn't change his mind.  They exit into
       the jungle.

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                                                              19.


       EXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT

       Bergan directs his men to escort the freed prisoners back
       the way they came.  They leave, taking the girls with them.
       Bergan turns to go back for Seeta but the Corporal blocks
       his way.

                             BERGAN
                 Out of my way, Corporal.

                             CORPORAL
                 They kill her as soon as shooting
                 starts.  You know that.

                             BERGAN
                 I can't leave her.

                             CORPORAL
                 You have to.  She buys us time.

       EXT. PRISONERS' HUT - NIGHT

       One of the guards looks into the hut.  He gapes and sticks
       his head inside, looking around for the missing prisoners.
       He SHOUTS at the Bandit Leader.

       Seeta stops dancing.  The Bandit Leader looks at her, and
       knows she had something to do with this.  He pulls out his
       machete and hacks Seeta to death, raining blows upon her
       in a mad frenzy.  She doesn't stand a chance.

       The Bandit Leader shouts to his men.  Get your weapons!
       Find out where they went to!  A bandit finds the trail at
       the back of the hut and the bandits set off in pursuit.
       Maybe if they knew they were dealing with soldiers, they'd
       think twice.  But they don't.

       EXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT

       Bergan and the Corporal follow the rest of their men and
       the freed prisoners.  Something, a sound maybe, makes them
       stop and look back.  They know the bandits are coming.

                             BERGAN
                 This is as good a place as any.

       The Corporal nods agreement.  They set to work rigging
       Claymore mines along the jungle path.  Then they retreat
       into the undergrowth and set their weapons up to cover the
       path.

       Time passes and they wait, sweating.

       The unsuspecting bandits come into view, running.  The
       mines explode, cutting them to pieces.  Bergan and the
       Corporal open fire at point blank range, mowing down the
       survivors.

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                                                              20.


       The Bandit Leader makes a tempting target and Bergan catches
       him in his sights, spins him around, nails him to a tree
       and stitches bloody patterns across his chest and stomach.
       He only stops firing when he runs out of bullets.  The
       Bandit Leader topples.

       Surviving bandits turn and flee back down the track.  Bergan
       slams in a fresh magazine, switches his M-16 to single
       shot and SHOOTS the bandits one by one, working
       mechanically, without emotion.  Each bullet takes a bandit
       through the head.  A sizzling display of sniper skills.
       Not one bandit escapes alive.

       Bergan lowers his M-16.  He and the Corporal look at each
       other.  Bergan nods.  Good job.

       EXT. DESERTED VILLAGE - NIGHT

       Bergan enters the village.  He walks around, searching for
       Seeta.  He finds what's left of her on the other side of
       the fire.  He squats down, bows his head.  Stays that way
       for a while.

       The Corporal enters the village.  He finds a dusty old
       blanket and covers Seeta.  Then he helps Bergan up and
       leads him away from the village.

       EXT. NATIVE VILLAGE - DAY

       A team of Red Cross MEDICS treat the freed prisoners.
       Bergan sits on a hut step, cradling his M-16, staring at
       the ground.  One of the team, bandaging a girl's arm,
       notices him.

       When the girl's done, the MEDIC goes to his jeep, rummages
       around in the supply boxes and pulls out a bottle of whisky.

       The Medic taps the bottle against Bergan's shoulder.  Bergan
       looks up, puzzled.

                             MEDIC
                 I don't normally prescribe Jack
                 Daniels... but in your case I think
                 I'll make an exception.  We heard
                 what happened.  You did good.

       Bergan takes the bottle.  The Medic exits, leaving Bergan
       just as numb as before.  Bergan twists the top, puts the
       bottle to his lips and tilts his head back...

                                                    DISSOLVE TO:

       EXT. BORDELLO - NIGHT

       "La Caliente Soltera."  Soft music from inside.  Hoolihan
       and Bergan walk up the street.  Hoolihan tilts his hat up
       and looks the place over.

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                                                              21.


                             HOOLIHAN
                 I may find love here.

                             BERGAN
                 The kind of lingering love that
                 itches for months after.

       Bergan looks up the alleyway at the side of the building.
       He waves Hoolihan over.  Two jeeps sit there.  Machine
       guns have been fitted to the rollbars, turning the jeeps
       into gunships.

                             BERGAN (CONT'D)
                 What else do you need to see?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 A suntanned butt would be nice.

       Bergan unfastens his belt, getting ready to drop his pants.

                             HOOLIHAN (CONT'D)
                 I swear to God, I will put a bullet
                 into each buttock.

       Bergan fastens his belt again.

       INT. BORDELLO - NIGHT

       A reception area with a wooden counter.  A stairway leads
       up to "guest" rooms.  Three girls in flowery dresses laze
       on couches fanning themselves.

       A little bell above the door rings as Hoolihan and Bergan
       enter.  Hoolihan tips his hat.  The girls smile.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Ladies.

       CARMEN enters from the back.  A formidable and attractive
       woman, ample in all ways, maybe 40s.  She takes up position
       behind the counter.

                             CARMEN
                 Gentlemen, welcome to "La Caliente
                 Soltera."  What will be your
                 pleasure?

                             HOOLIHAN
                 Ma'am, we're looking for company.

                             CARMEN
                 Cash or credit card?

       Hoolihan shows her his money clip.

                             HOOLIHAN
                 I hope cash won't inconvenience
                 you.

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