Recruitment by Eli EXT. DESERT MILITARY BASE - DAY An SAS officer, RYAN, (mid-40s) walks alongside a bearded American in civilian clothing, DARREN, (mid-30s). DARREN Look, Ryan. You have to work with me here. The boys up top can get you hard, pipe hitting medic. But you have to- RYAN We have medics here, why not one of them? DARREN Because they don't have the same level of training as your guys do. RYAN I don't want to have to teach someone that hasn't been in country our playbook here, I want someone who understands and has been through this enough to know what to do. You got any names or you want me to start asking the M.O.D. For help? DARREN I had a feeling you planned to ask that. Darren sighs. DARREN You Brits never make it easy for us, do you? Ryan grins. RYAN How do you think we felt about you in 1776? DARREN Based on your criteria, we found three people. One has never been outside the wire, the other one has a drinking problem the size of mars, and the other recently got himself killed. RYAN Let's go meet him. Darren points at a single barracks. DARREN After you, Ryan. Darren gives a forced grin to Ryan. The two go into a barracks. Muffled death metal blares inside it. A fighting ring is set up inside the barracks. A knocked out private is pulled out past the group. Another younger soldier holds another ones arm's up. IND SOLDIER We have a winner! The other soldiers cheer. The announcer gives the winning soldier a pat on the back. The winning soldier leaves. IND SOLDIER Up next! We have a new comer! The crowd boos at this. A disheveled and beat up Don comes in. RYAN What happened to him? DARREN They rigged the fight, beat him up the night before, but he thinks he can win. RYAN I like his optimism. IND SOLDIER Specialist Paulsen VERSUS! Our Curbstomper Specialist WILSON! Cheering rings out among the other soldiers. Don flips off the soldiers around him. IND SOLDIER Now, LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE! Cheering breaks out among the soldiers. Darren massages his eyes. Ryan's face carries a neutral expression. DARREN You want me to stop this? RYAN Go ahead, by the time the MPs get here they'll have already finished. DARREN Okay. Darren watches Wilson take a swing at Don. Don backs away and takes a swing of his own, hitting Wilson in the face. Wilson backs off. Ryan steps out of the room. EXT. DESERT MILITARY BASE - DAY Ryan steps out. DARREN Too much? RYAN Too crowded. Ryan takes out a pack of cigarettes and smokes one. A squad of MPs runs into the barracks. Don is dragged out, he looks beat up and bloody. Darren walks over to the MP. DARREN Staff Sergeant. This one. He points to Don. Parks nods. DARREN Come on, let's go talk to him. INT. INTERROGATION OBSERVATION ROOM - DAY A knocked out lays slumped against a chair. PARKS Should we send a medic for Paulsen? DARREN We'll be fine, Staff Sergeant. PARKS Yes, sir. An IFAK sits in front of him. Don wakes up. He carries a pained look. Don looks at the IFAK in front of him and opens it. He takes out a set of alcohol wipes and begins to clean his wounds. He walks over to the mirror and begins tending to his wounds. DARREN What do you think so far? Ryan reads through Don's file. RYAN You never mentioned his original intention of becoming a Green Beret. DARREN His drinking problem took more precedence in my mind. RYAN I'll take him. He's been around these parts before. DARREN That's his choice, you know that, right? RYAN He'll agree to it. Someone like him? He wants this. Ryan steps out. DARREN So be it. CUT TO: INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY Don continues to patch his face up. Darren comes in. DON Agency. DARREN Not at liberty to make any comments on any assumptions you or I have, Specialist. DON Yeah, whatever. What do you want? DARREN I know a thing or two about you, Specialist. You're a fighter. DON You might have the wrong person, Specialist Curbstomp is more your style then. Don goes back to the interrogation room and sits down. DON Kobel send you? DARREN Who? DON Don't worry about it. What are you proposing? DARREN A bump in pay, classified assignment. You still have your clearance from your operations in '09, so we won't have any problems with you. DON What unit? Delta? Rangers? DARREN SAS. Don laughs. DON Ah, you're desperate. Who died? DARREN That's none of your concern. DON Well with that being the case, I have one condition for all of this. DARREN Yeah? DON Get me a can of fucking coke from the officer's lounge. DARREN Deal. FADE TO: Don sips on a can of coca cola, his eyes closed as he enjoys it. FADE OUT.