147 Grain

By Kevin Potts

 

FADE IN:

EXT. OUTSIDE - NIGHT - SERIES OF SHOTS

Night falls on the slums of Iraq. The sound of faint gun fire fills the quiet town.

An explosion of gun fire erupts.

One Marine drags another through the alleyway.

INT. BUILDING - NIGHT

Cpl. SMITH drags Cpl. WILSON through the doorway. Smith (22)is wearing Marine Corps desert utilities. He has a flak jacket with a full combat load.

Wilson (21) is dressed the same.

WILSON
Fuck...Fuck

SMITH
(loud whisper)
Shut the fuck up!

WILSON
Fuck! My leg. Shit!

SMITH
(loud whisper)
Shut up! They're gonna find us!

Smith drags Wilson to the edge of the room. He sits him up against the wall.

Wilson is bleeding profusely from his leg. Wilson puts his hands on his leg. He tries to slow the arterial bleeding inflicted from an AK-47 round. He starts to panic.

Smith calmly reaches around to his butt pack. He pulls out a first aid kit. Smith unwraps a tourniquet.

SMITH (CONT'D)
Hold it.

WILSON
What?

SMITH
Hold your leg. I gotta put this around it.

 

2.

Smith folds the tourniquet into a triangle. He wraps it around his leg. Smith pulls it tight. Wilson screams in pain.

Smith crawls to the nearest window. He turkey peeks over the edge of the window sill.

EXT. OUTSIDE - NIGHT - SERIES OF SHOTS Outside militia begin to swarm the surrounding area.

INT. BUILDING - NIGHT

Smith brings his head down from the sill. He sits on the ground and releases his breath. Smith crawls back over to Wilson. He kneels beside him and at the wounds on his leg. SMITH Fuck... WILSON What...What SMITH You're not gonna make it man. WILSON Bullshit. SMITH I'm sorry. WILSON I can make it man. I'll make it.

Smith takes his helmet off. He runs his fingers through his sweaty hair. Wilson's face is white and pale.

SMITH
Look, I'm going to have to leave you here.

WILSON
Are you serious? Smith sits on the floor.

 

3.

SMITH
I don't want to leave you. I have to leave you. You're fucked up man. I can't do anything. I'm sorry.

Smith moves to his knees. He grabs Wilson around the back of his neck. Smith puts his head on Wilson's Kevlar.

Smith's eyes begin to water. Wilson throws Smith's hand off him.

WILSON
Don't leave me here.

Smith has an outburst of emotion. He then contains it immediately.

Smith reaches to his sidearm. He pulls out his 9mm Beretta out of his Blackhawk holster. He looks down at his gun that is covered in sand and dirt.

Smith then looks at Wilson.

SMITH
I'm going to leave this here for you.

WILSON
You coward. You might as well pull the trigger yourself.

SMITH
You selfish piece of shit. What do you want me to do? I have a wife and daughter. How is me dying with you gonna help either of us? What about them?

EXT. URBAN CITY - NIGHT

A militia man runs to a stop. He props up his AK-47 on a building and aims at the window. He fires two rounds into the window.

INT. BUILDING - NIGHT

Two rounds hit the wall by Smith. Smith shifts his head avoiding the flying concrete.

Wilson looks at his leg. There is now a pool of blood on the ground. He begins to whimper.

 

4.

He puts his hands on the wounds but it still oozes blood. The blood is dark red. Wilson looks at Smith.

Smith's head is held down looking at the floor.

WILSON
Okay.

Smith remains looking down.

SMITH
Okay, what?

WILSON
Shoot me...

SMITH
What the fuck are you talking about?

WILSON
Shoot me. You have to do it.

SMITH
Why do I have to do it?

WILSON
If you're gonna leave me here then you have to do it. You're the one that has to live with this shit. You gotta look me in the face and pull that fucking trigger.

Smith shakes his head.

WILSON (CONT'D)
Just do it!

Wilson shifts. The pain shoots up his leg. It takes a moment for him to regain himself.

WILSON (CONT'D)
Listen, man-you're right. I've lost too much blood.

Smith sits up so he is facing Wilson's profile. Wilson pushes the gun over to Smith.

WILSON (CONT'D)
Please.

Smith shakes his head again.

 

5.

WILSON (CONT'D)
I don't want it to be one of them. (beat) I'm afraid.

Smith looks at his gun. He looks back at Wilson. He grits his teeth and points the gun in Wilson's face.

Smith's finger lowers down to the trigger. He slowly starts to pull it back. The hammer starts to pull back.

Wilson's eyes are open. He turns his head toward Smith. He stares right into Smith's eyes. He is breathing a little heavy. Wilson brings his hands up to his helmet. He slowly takes it off and sets it in his lap.

WILSON (CONT'D)
Do it.

Smith's hand starts to shake a little as the hammer goes farther back. He closes his eyes and swallows hard.

WILSON (CONT'D)
Fucking do it!

Smith lets out a puff of breath.

SMITH
I'm sorry.

The hammer creeps further back. Wilson stares right at Smith.

The hammer slams forward and the gun clicks.

Smith lowers his head. His eyes brim.

WILSON
Take the slide off. Take the rounds out.

Smith doesn't move.

WILSON (CONT'D)
Take the slide off. Take the rounds out.

Smith's hands are shaking. He attempts to blow the sand out of the pistol. He rubs his fingers down the slide with a pair of gloves.

Smith ejects the magazine and inspects the rounds. More rounds fly through the window from outside. They hit the wall beside them. Smith re-inserts the magazine.

He cocks the gun again points the gun at Wilson's head again.

WILSON (CONT'D)
Go on...

Smith begins to pull the trigger again. He slowly pulls the trigger back. The hammer begins to lift off the firing pin. It slowly goes farther and farther back. Smith squeezes hit eyes shut. Wilson turns and looks away from Smith. The hammer falls on the firing pin. A loud bang fills the room. One single round hits Wilson in the head and bores through the other side.

Wilson's body goes limp. His head hits the ground. Smith's eyes open wide. His face is filled with regret. A puddle of dark blood forms around Wilson's head.

The fog of war envelopes Smith. His hearing goes to a muffle. More bullets fly through the window. Smith doesn't flinch. He remains completely still.

Smith lowers his head to his gun. He takes his hand and wipes

his face. His hand is shaking. The gun falls out of his hand. Smith sits against the wall next to his dead partner. He looks at the door. He has no expression. The door bursts open. Men enter.

FADE OUT:



 

 

Kevin Potts: On June 23, 2001 I joined the Marine Corps at age 17. When 9/11 happened in boot camp we all ended up in Najaf and Fallujah, Iraq. After the war I got a job body guarding James Cameron. I worked for him for 6 years and ended up in film school where my passion for writing and directing have come to realization.

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