EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY

     A convoy travels down a narrow and winding road.


     INT. MRAP - DAY

     Don and Diaz sit in the MRAP as it drives along. Diaz holds a
     DSLR camera and wears a GoPro.

     Don sits there with his M4 in front of him. He thumbs a photo
     of a family.

     RAYMOND HERNANDEZ, (22) drives the MRAP.

     Conrad stands on the mounted gun. Paulsen looks up from the
     inside at Conrad.

                          PAULSEN
               Hey Miller, you get your head blown
               off yet?

                          CONRAD
               Nope, you shoot youself yet?

                          PAULSEN
               Nope.

     Hernandez looks back at Diaz.

                          HERNANDEZ
               You see what I gotta deal with man?
               These white boys keep wanting to
               whack each other. Wey, back in the
               hood we'd have just done it.

                          CONRAD
               Well, I'd do something, but unlike
               you, Paulsen and I don't look all
               that good in orange.

                          HERNANDEZ
               Say that shit in the hood, homie.

                          PAULSEN
               Is it because you can't actually
               fight him youself and need four of
               your hombres to do it for you?

     Diaz smirks at this. Hernandez glances back and glares.

                          HERNANDEZ
               Don't think I won't fuck you up,
               homie.

                          DIAZ
               You've already tried.

                          HERNANDEZ
               You don't need no fancy martial
               arts when you got four of your
               homies backing you up you know.

                          DIAZ
               They ONLY came in when I had you on
               the ground.

                          HERNANDEZ
               Still proves a point, carnal.

     Diaz looks down at his notepad again.

                          PAULSEN
               Oh christ, he's got that look
               again.

                          CONRAD
               Which one, the stupid question or
               the war crime look?

                          PAULSEN
               The stupid question one.

     The three groan at this.

                          HERNANDEZ
               Wey, why didn't you just come in
               like the other reporters? Just drop
               in by helicopter and camera crew
               like all them white boys, ask the
               questions and then leave?

                          PAULSEN
               Kid's got a point, you're not like
               the rest of them. We get the usual
               run of the mill types, CNN, NBC,
               whole nine yards. The hell? You
               just wake up one day and think "I'm
               going to sit with a bunch of
               trained killers and record what I
               see"?

                          DIAZ
               I answer those questions and you
               guys answer mine.

     PAULSEN
     Yeah, fine.
     

                                      HERNANDEZ
                                      Whatever, man.

     CONRAD
     Deal.

                                      
                                      

                          DIAZ
               Well when being a creative writer
               fucks you and you're 200k in the
               hole, you kind of run out of
               options.

                          CONRAD
               Real question is, why didn't you
               just opt to enlist like every other
               jack off? Be cool like us.

                          DIAZ
               Three heart attacks.

     Conrad looks down from the turret. His eyes wide and for a
     moment he carries a look of concern.

                          CONRAD
               Paulsen?

                          PAULSEN
               Yeah?

                          CONRAD
               Did you bother to tell anyone that
               this guy could die on us at any
               given moment?

                          PAULSEN
               It's the first I'm hearing of it.

                          CONRAD
               Well, if he does go down I'm
               putting him out of his misery.

                          DIAZ
               Please, for the love of god, being
               around you idiots makes that more
               of a blessing. Anyway, question
               time.

     A collective and annoyed groan from everyone in the vehicle.

     Diaz pulls out his notepad.

     DIAZ (CONT’D)
     Gimme a sec here just...

                                      CONRAD
                                      Guys I got cont-

     The MRAP in front of them explodes and catches.

     The MRAP at the front of the convoy goes off, a fiery
     explosion with it.

     The radio next to Hernandez lights up.

                          IND SOLDIER 1
                    (radio)
               Vic two to all victors! Vics one
               and four are down, I repeat vics
               one and four are down!

                          DIAZ
               No shit!

     Fear shows in Diaz's eyes as he throws his camera down.

     Conrad fires the machine gun, as the group scrambles to get
     out of the vehicle. Rounds fly into the MRAP doors.

     One flies past Diaz and Paulsen.

                          PAULSEN
               Conrad, keep those fuckers heads'
               down, everyone else, OUT!