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The Werewolves of World War II
Written by
Aaron Berg
Copyright © 2009 Aaron Berg Aaron Berg
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THE WEREWOLVES OF WORLD WAR TWO PART I
The New Moon
FADE IN:
EXT. WOODS, DAY
Rural England, 1939. The man who would become Sergeant John
Westcroft is still just a man; walking a narrow path through
the forest. He leaves the path, pushing through the brush. He
comes to a clearing and removes his clothing, piling them
near the center. He pisses in a circle, counterclockwise
around the clothes. As he moves naked towards the woods, we
follow and descend so as to watch him over his pile of
clothes, which go from cloth to stone, becoming granite
before our very eyes. As John Westcroft pushes back into the
brush, he begins to hunch slightly.
EXT. RURAL ENGLAND FARM, DAY
A black Aston-Martin cruises to the farmhouse, then
redirected towards Where John Westcroft lays fencepost.
DRIVER
Mister Westcroft?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yes?
DRIVER
Sir, I'm here to--
JOHN WESTCROFT
Look, I don't know what office
You're with, but I've given you my
answer. I'm not young enough to get
sent off.
DRIVER
John, please, I'm not her to send
you away to the safety camp. You're
no pup. Look at you. You're a full
grown man, and John, Your country
needs you.
Now John stops. He leans on the fence post he has just
finished putting in the ground. We hear the faintest drone of
planes in the background, coming from the west.
JOHN WESTCROFT
You want me to enlist?
DRIVER
Well, as a conscript the benefits
are enormous. John, listen, if we
just wait, if we won't decide to do
something, then the decision will
be made for us.
JOHN WESTCROFT
You remember learning about serfdom
in history class? In primary?
DRIVER
John, that's a harsh--
As the conversation heats, the sound of the planes crescendo.
JOHN WESTCROFT
What the hell have they ever done
to us? What have we ever done to
them? We aren't Jewish. Hell, my
family doesn't even know what a Jew
is. What would we matter?
DRIVER
You don't get it do you? This
psycho isn't going to stop until he
owns the entire world. No treaties,
no agreements, enslavement!
JOHN WESTCROFT
This is not my problem! It's not my
family's problem!
DRIVER
John, England needs you!
JOHN WESTCROFT
What? A bunch of fat politicians,
and a despondent king who cares
nothing for his citizens? What, his
highness on his way to, to help me
post my fence here? We aren't
moving, and I am damn sure not
signing up to kill someone on
behalf of my supposed masters! Good
day, sir!
DRIVER
John, please--
JOHN WESTCROFT
I said good day!
The roar of the planes has hit it's climax, and the Luftwaffe
deploy their payload. The bomb erupts on the farmhouse,
killing everyone before they can scream. John stares. The
valley, serene only moments ago, is alive with chaos, fire,
smoke, and the resounding echo of detonation.
INT. BLACK ASTON-MARTIN
The engine, the wind, the rumble of the road they drive on.
JOHN WESTCROFT
I was just... Just saying you know
how... how we'd never done anything
to anyone...
DRIVER
John they don't care. They want the
whole world ground under their
boots.
John is silent The remainder of the ride. He waves as the
driver pulls away from a squat brown building. John enters
and we cut to
INT. RECRUITING OFFICE
Where a strong jawed recruiting officer eyes him cool.
JOHN WESTCROFT
(slowly, lethal)
Are you the man to talk to if one,
say, possessed a burning desire to
kill a fucking ton of nazis?
The recruiting officer looks John up and down, and a broad
grin spreads across his lined face.
RECRUITING OFFICER
Shit, son, I think you've come to
the right place!
We enter boot camp now with John. He excels at the physical,
his endurance and stamina top notch. We see him on the rifle
range, his marksmanship good, not phenomenal. He finishes gas
mask training and walks towards the barracks with the other
weary recruits. The sun sets on the training grounds, and we
set with it, to arise at
INT. BARRACKS
The silent dark is split by an ear piercing whistle.
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN
Up!! Up you maggots!! We will now
see which one of you pasty sacks of
afterbirth will fail me now!! We
are having a surprise inspection
right fucking now and you will all
snap your sorry asses into gear
this very second!! AH TEN CHUH!!
The men line the barracks in their underwear at attention.
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN (CONT'D)
You will stand and be inspected!
You will open your foot lockers in
turn, and you will keep your mouths
zipped tight! Is that understood?
ALL IN UNISON
(resounding)
Hoo-Ra!!
Enter Officer of the Secret Intelligence Service Raymond
Sussex. We recognize him as the drive of the car that brought
John here. He sniffs the air lightly. Drill Sergeant Durgan
berates the recruits as he passes.
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN
Sloppy. Wake up, arse! His
highness' finest. What, Thompson,
what is this, are you still wearing
supper? Floor! Twenty up and down!
Raymond's nose flares wild, hairs dancing on his neck. He
makes the slightest gesture and catches Drill Sergeant
Durgan's attention while he passes behind John Westcroft.
Durgan berates his way up towards John and stops, eyeing
coldly.
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN (CONT'D)
Foot locker!
John hastily opens his locker and resumes attention. Durgan
lifts, examines contents, gets right up in John's face. Very
distant but very clear, a howl rings the woods beyond camp.
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN (CONT'D)
You are absolutely too fucking
hairy, maggot. Fucking fire hazard.
Pack your locker back up. You, you
shitpile, let's see how you're
going to embarrass the crown next.
Right, right, open it up, you sheep
fucker! What are you Irish? You
smell Horrible.
And on down the line as Raymond Sussex smiles a dire grin. He
makes eye contact with John as he's closing the locker.
INT. DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN'S OFFICE
The room is dim, and the atmosphere is starkly subdued
compared to the loud, well lit barracks.
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN
Well?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
(beat, tense)
Do you know the organization I
represent, Sergeant?
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN
Secret intelligence, Right?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Right. So you understand how I can
have some questions that I must
ask, and not be able to give very
many answers?
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN
Right, but what do you want with
these green shits? I mean, you
looking for a patsy or a, a test
subject or something?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Mmm. Would that I could say both
and neither. I can't, however, even
say that. The MI-6 wouldn't have
it. Suffice to say I'm not changing
anything or removing or adding any
personnel or procedure. I do need
to ask about that particular
recruit.
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN
And you aren't going to tell me
why?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
I thought I had made it quite clear
that the details of my assignment
are of the utmost confidentiality,
sergeant.
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN
(beat, acquiescent)
His name is Westcroft. You can find
his service jacket down in records.
He's an above average recruit.
Right horse. Can run obstacles all
day, that one. No bullseye, though.
His marksmanship scores are less
than impeccable. He sweats a little
foul in his sleep.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Anything else of note?
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN
Nothing comes to mind.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
(beat)
Well, sergeant, thank you for your
time. I suppose I'll find my way
down to records.
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN
Yeah. You do that.
Raymond stands and opens the door. He pauses.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
You understand that we are losing
this war, don't you?
(beat, no reply)
I intend to do whatever it takes to
make sure that we don't. We're on
the same side here, Sergeant.
The door closes gently.
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS, DAY
The men train hard under hot sun. Drill Sergeant Durgan takes
turn howling at various recruits.
DRILL SERGEANT DURGAN
The thing you miserable sops aren't
pressing into your noggins is this;
There is no more trench warfare.
You are NOT EVER GOING TO SING
CHRISTMAS CAROLS WITH THE NAZIS.
Nazis don't even know what the fuck
a Christmas Carol is, and would put
a god damn bullet in your skull on
December Twenty-Fifth just the same
as December Twenty-Sixth, December
Twenty-Seventh, fucking New Year's,
God Dammit shitbag, get up over
that thing!! Move your fat ass!
The boys work, and work and work. John Westcroft is all
hustle, all help, pushing and pulling, leading by example. We
fade into graduation, crisp in dress uniform. We see Raymond
Sussex in the crowd. Rise up into blue sky, And back down
into the cold.
EXT. CITY (NORWAY) WINTER, NIGHT (ROUGH DATE FEB. 2, 1941)
Machine guns budda budda budda in the distance. A small
company in frost covered green moves stalking down a narrow
street. Boots stomp, buckles on bags clank, moves are
surgical. PFC John Westcroft is on point; he holds up a fist
and goes to one knee.
LIEUTENANT CLIFT
(crouched, whispering)
You got a bead on him?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Got a swastika in a crosshair.
We track down his barrel and see that he is being literal.
LIEUTENANT CLIFT
Go to work.
John squeezes, grimaces, Squeezes again. The nazi on the
business end of the rifle has just enough time to turn
towards the sound of the first bullet as the second one
splatters his head in a wet red butterfly spray. Lieutenant
Clift is livid.
LIEUTENANT CLIFT (CONT'D)
(still whispering, pissed)
God dammit, Westcroft, that shit
would be funny if that weren't a
man with a gun that wanted to kill
me. Go hold up the end of the
fuckin' line.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Sir.
John looks down, dejected. He moves back as Lieutenant Clift
points out a few buildings to another soldier. One of the men
eyes John cruel on the way by. The wind howls and the snow
races, and John spies the panzer a split second before the
wall erupts, the men screaming. Most of them die instantly.
John is thrown towards the tank, brick chunks and shards of
wood embedding into him. Hearing what sounds like German
infantry, he looks over his shoulder and sees no movement
from his company, and turns in time for another panzer blast
ripping the ground beneath him. Flying, smashing back to
earth. Now he's pissed, bloody, and ragged. He charges toward
the approaching Nazis and as he does, he begins to change.
The first of the Nazis laughs and points a Luger, popping a
round into the bloody thing that approaches, then another,
noticing that the thing is getting bigger, and hair is
sprouting from the altering muscle. The Nazi in front has
broken into panic by the time John Westcroft, now an eight
foot tall grinning man thing, tears his arm clean off. He
bites damn near to the Nazi's bellybutton and spits the top
half out, chomping into the freshly exposed viscera. Soft
pink shreds drip from his maw as he curls his head and howls.
He is a conglomeration, this man-wolf. He is neither
particularly wolf, nor man. More akin to a three hundred
pound dingo's lovechild with an eastern lowland gorilla. Huge
clawed hands atop thick ropes of arms, powerful haunches, all
of it densely matted with black hair, moving in a furry blur
through helmets and swastika armbands, machine gun rounds
sinking in and bleeding only for a brief second, rejecting
and closing over. The beast that seconds ago was John
Westcroft is slashing off whole legs, snapping heads and
opening guts in wide gashes, exposing so much blood to air.
The snarl in him is thunder as the panzer trains him with
it's big gun. John leaps the thirty some feet to the tank,
climbs under it and lifts. It almost gets off the ground,
lifting for a split second, then slamming it back down. The
motion jostles a fresh round loose from the big gun,
recoiling the whole tank. The gorilla dog lifts again at the
front of the tank, this time to no avail at all for his
straining. Another of the Nazi infantry is firing on him.
John the beast lunges, grabs him and swings him into the side
of the tank like Lou Gehrig. Every bone in the body must have
been turned into powder for how hard he hits the side of the
tank.
John flops the body over his shoulder, climbs the treads to
the top of the panzer looks for what must be the access
hatch, grabs it and yanks.
PANZER DRIVER
Mein Gott!! Der Affen-Jaghund!
Nein! Nein!
John, preternaturally fast, pokes the driver's blue eyes out
with a clawed peace sign, a Three Stooges joke gone barbed.
He stuffs the oozing infantryman into the tank, pulling pins
on two grenades. He slams the hatch and holds it down, men
shouting in German, crescendo and silenced. As the grenades
explode inside, the windows flashing like contained lightning
and then the tank billowing black smoke. John sees two men
running and hops down from the tank. He gives chase, smashing
them together, then bringing his hands together through the
neck. The technique is crude and brutal, but terribly
effective. He sniffs the still air. Satisfied, he walks down
the alley, returning to his company. As he walks, his
breathing slows and he gently shifts from a hulking black
canine thing back into a man, his skin unmarked from the
explosions and bullets. He is however, stark nude, and
starting to become aware of it. He approaches a body of one
of the men, rolls it over and sees it missing a face. Another
he approaches until he sees that this one is not buried under
the rubble, merely separated from the lower half of his body
in a manner which, up against the pile there, looked like it
was buried instead of absent. He hears a slight noise and
immediately runs toward it. It is Lieutenant Clift, and
there's a sucking chest wound that bubbles as he coughs.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Sir! Where's a radio, sir?
LIEUTENANT CLIFT
Wescroft? Are you fucking naked?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yes, sir, I am sir, sorry about
that. Listen, you need a medic
right away and--
LIEUTENANT CLIFT
You daft bitch. They've
(coughs, shakes)
They've taken my balls and my
(ragged breath)
My lung. Put a bullet in me.
(beat)
Do it before I lose my nerve.
Lieutenant Clift Grabs feebly at the colt 1911 at his side,
trying to bring it to bear. He fumbles it and we see it's
black pearl handle glint in the gloom.
LIEUTENANT CLIFT (CONT'D)
Come on you fucking pussy!! Gimme a
hot one, right through the noggin'
here... Christ, I'd do it meself...
Look, it's your fault, you twit,
that SS shitbag squelched a fucking
radio and it...
His rage giving him strength, he racks the chamber on his
sidearm, then hacks a mighty cough.
LIEUTENANT CLIFT (CONT'D)
I should fucking shoot you!
(wheezing, sputtering)
You fucking, fucking piece of shit!
John takes the gun as Lieutenant Clift collapses into a fit
of coughing. We pan up to a tiny sliver of moon. The coughing
is silenced by a bang echoing down the street.
EXT. CITY (NORWAY) WINTER, DAWN
John has salvaged boots and pants, walking through back
alleys avoiding patrols. He approaches the temporary
headquarters for his company with his hands up and a set of
presumably salvaged dog tags dangling from his neck.
INT. COLONEL HETFIELD'S OFFICE
Texas desert stretches out the window, and the buzz of the
air conditioning is as noticeable as the fact that both men
are still sweating. A secretary exits the room and Raymond
Sussex sits down across the desk, smiling.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Good morning Colonel Hetfield.
COLONEL HETFIELD
And you as well mister Sussex. I've
just had ants in my pants to meet
you ever since our phone call on
Tuesday. Now, before we even get
started, can I offer you a glass of
lemonade, or a coffee? Even got a
mighty fine mint julep if your so
inclined...
RAYMOND SUSSEX
I'm afraid you'll just have to
pardon my ignorance, Colonel, but
what might a mint julep be?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Oh, it's positively rose water,
mister Sussex.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Please, feel free to call me
Raymond.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Well, Raymond, a mint julep is
traditionally made with mint,
lightly mashed, bourbon, sugar and
water. Around here we like 'em with
a specific ratio.
I know it's a little early for
bourbon, but may it please, uh, heh
heh, may it please the court...
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Y'know what, Colonel, I've been
travelling for almost eighteen
hours, and it's eight o'clock at
night where I'm from. A splash of
bourbon sounds spot on to me.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Good, good! Hang on one second...
(presses intercom)
Henrietta, can you whip us up two
of your mint juleps hon?
HENRIETTA
(through intercom)
Sure thing, Colonel.
COLONEL HETFIELD
She's an absolute peach, that one.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Charming, indeed. Your entire
layout here is delightful.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Oh, I'm sure Texas is a little warm
for ya.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Uh, to be sure, a bit hot, yes.
COLONEL HETFIELD
(smiles)
So, Raymond, uh, is Ray okay?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
For certain.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Alright, Ray, now, you had some
military service, am I correct?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Yes sir. Still am in the employ of
His Majesty.
COLONEL HETFIELD
And you've made some friends in the
intelligence business along the
way, yes?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
That's right sir. Counter
intelligence, decryption, um, the
kind of resume that doesn't behoove
itself to detail.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Right, that's exactly the thing. Do
you know Bert Walker?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
No sir. Not that I know of. Name
doesn't sound--
The door opens and Henrietta brings in the drinks. She smiles
politely at both of them as Raymond takes a sip. He smiles
approvingly back, takes another sip and Henrietta heads for
the door.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Henrietta, love, I know, I know I
sound like a busted phonograph here
but, the air conditioning is all
the way up, right?
HENRIETTA
I'm so sorry, Colonel. It's awful
today, isn't it? All muggy. Makin'
my damn hose ride up.
Raymond nearly spits, and the Colonel laughs. Henrietta
smiles and heads for the door.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Uh, Henrietta, come here just a
sec, you pistol, you. Would you
have a seat with us for a minute?
HENRIETTA
Why sure, Colonel. Are the drinks
okay?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Oh, mine, mine's great, delightful,
thank you.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Of course the drinks are just fine,
sugar. I'd like you to tell Ray
here what your last name is.
HENRIETTA
Oh.
(addresses Raymond)
Oh. Okay. Mister Sussex, my name is
Henrietta Abramowicz. Sir.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss
Abramowicz.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Now, that seems like a perfectly
reasonable social exchange huh?
(beat, all silent)
Now, Henrietta dear,
HENRIETTA
Oh,
COLONEL HETFIELD
I said there was gonna, be a time,
HENRIETTA
Oh,
COLONEL HETFIELD
When you were gonna have to tell
this story,
HENRIETTA
Oh, I see where this is goin'.
COLONEL HETFIELD
And I was gonna need you to talk
about this. Now, Ray, when this
first happened I wanted to go to
the newspapers and get this on the
radio, and I almost regret it. I'll
get to some of that later, but,
well, Henrietta you take the reigns
before I muck it all up.
HENRIETTA
Okay, Well,
(deep breath)
This was about a month and a half
ago. One of our pretty major
accounts came in here, this guy
Bert Walker. Bert's a real big
deal, New York banker, just uh,
just ask him, he'll tell you. He
shows up around three thirty, three
forty-five or so, and insists to
see the Colonel here, and, well,
COLONEL HETFIELD
Don't be shy, hon.
HENRIETTA
Right. See, the office closes at
four thirty everyday, and I was
kinda havin' my, my lady time?
Y'know? Aunt flow was in town?
Anyway, I had a pretty killer
headache, just ready to go, and
then in comes mister macho, all
puffed up, then when I tell him the
Colonel here's on vacation, He just
went bananas. He started swearin'
real vulgar like, I mean, stuff
I've never even heard before.
Demands my name, and I tell him,
and then he just goes through the
roof, talkin' like, well, sir, when
he called me a Jew whore I called
security, and that my people were
ruining the world, and, well...
COLONEL HETFIELD
Easy Henrietta. There there. Thank
you very much. I know that was
hard. I really do appreciate it.
HENRIETTA
Thanks Colonel. If I can run to the
ladies room...
COLONEL HETFIELD
Of course sugar. In fact, you need
to take the rest of the day?
HENRIETTA
Oh, no, sir... Would you mind if I
went to lunch though?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Not at all love. You put your lunch
on me today, okay?
HENRIETTA
Thank you sir.
The door closes, Hetfield's gaze settles on Raymond.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Now Ray, I knew damn good and well
when I asked you that you don't
have any idea who Bert Walker is.
What I meant was, well, now that
you know Bert Walker, do you know
anybody like Bert Walker?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
I know a lot of people like
Henrietta. The two seem to be
mutually exclusive don't you think?
COLONEL HETFIELD
My thoughts exactly.
The Colonel pours another drink for them both from the
pitcher.
COLONEL HETFIELD (CONT'D)
Well... All is not well on this
side of the pond. I know what them,
them loft wafers is doin' to the
English countryside and it breaks
my heart. I was lucky enough to
visit over there and, well it's
downright tragic.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Actually, most of the bombing is in
major metropolitan areas. They do
dump their whole payload to get
back faster sometimes though. Makes
the planes lighter.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Right. Weapons. What we're really
here for. Just one thing before we
get all nitty and gritty. I have
your word as a man that you are not
an anti-semite?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Of course. Yes. Yes, you absolutely
have my word on that. But Colonel,
you understand that this really
isn't just about the Jewish? I
mean, he's gassing Gypsies and old
folks and poofs and communists and,
well, anybody he can excuse
killing. It's about genocide, too,
but there's no limit; once the Jews
are gone he'll get all the blacks,
and so on. Until there's nothing
left to kill. He'll kill his way
here to Texas if he can. I
understand your personal
commitment, believe me, I've lost
loved ones to this war too, but we
both have to look beyond our noses
right now. This madman has to be
stopped.
INT. PLANE, DAY
The door opens, and Tex and John are conspicuously not
wearing parachutes.
TEX
Like I said, John,
(looks out, wind whipping)
We gonna do things you never
thought you were gonna do.
Tex smiles, grabs John and they both go out the door.
EXT. MIDAIR, DAWN
A huge black, shifting ball of fur claws at a yellow blur of
teeth and talon. Scraps of cloth float upwards as we approach
terminal velocity. The backdrop is seamless blue,
TEX
Why you fuckin' with me, son?
(screaming over the wind)
It's a long way down!
INT. COLONEL HETFIELD'S OFFICE
COLONEL HETFIELD
Now what I'm proposing is a joint
effort between private corporate
entities here.
Right now the Unites States has no
official involvement in the war,
but I think it's becoming clearer
and clearer that's comin'. Now,
friends in the industry inform me
that you have no formal weapons
project that um... well...
The Colonel looks around, pantomiming audience attention as
he scratches the air and bares his teeth.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Right, lycanthrope commando units?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Lord, it blows me away you can just
say it like that.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
No sense dancing around it, eh? No,
there are, sorry, legends? Is that
how to say, more even like myths
maybe, units that feared no mustard
gas or bullets... but those were
typically stories from hunger
starved bolsheviks or stories from
black forest trenches. No, I've dug
every book, every military record.
Slightest paper trails just turn up
dead ends.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Okay, now the thing is here all the
intelligence organizations are
spread out, like, through the
treasury, state level, etcetera. I
been hearin' about a consolidated
effort, to bring everybody together
and make like, a U.S. Intelligence.
But that won't happen without us
bein' in the conflict. So, seeing
as I don't have access to the whole
of our intel, like you do with
yours, I feel like I might be
shootin' my mouth off here. Correct
me if I'm wrong, but this would be
the only unit like it in the world,
right?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Maybe in all of military history,
sir.
COLONEL HETFIELD
And we could provide them with a
level of modern training, with
modern weaponry...
EXT. TEXAS DESERT, DAY
John lies prone in the desert, Tex crouched beside him. Tex
holds the sun out of his eyes as John trains down the sights.
TEX
Okay. The reason you lie down is
that it maximizes the surface area
of your body that's on the ground.
The more support you can give it,
the less parts of you that can
shake. Say I were to be of a
spiteful spirit and kick you in the
ribs right now. You'd still prolly
kill whatever you're pointin' at.
Now I want you to steady the cross
hair real firm, and I want you to
pull the trigger on the exhale.
Gently now, easy...
John squeezes a shot and a vulture flies off a fence post,
squawking it's disapproval on the wing.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Damn it!
TEX
I take it back, maybe you might be
safe to kick in the ribs after all.
Lemme see how you're holdin' that
thing...
INT. COLONEL HETFIELD'S OFFICE
COLONEL HETFIELD
Well, we hafta figgur that way back
in, in Roman times or so, they,
musta had some kinda wolf troop or,
what'd you call 'em? Like a whats?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Lycanthrope commando units?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Yeah, maybe the, the old French, or
the Chinese! Y'know, the Orientals
are an amazing civilization. Oldest
in the world, they say. Invented
gunpowder.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Your enthusiasm is encouraging,
Colonel. Think of the logistics
here. These things are huge. Fully
automatic Thompson sub machine guns
in each hand. Imagine that on the
front lines.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Hot damn!
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Speaking logistically, we do have
to keep in mind that the other guy
is as determined to win as we are.
There's no reason not to think that
somewhere out there in the depths
of the Reich that there aren't two
similar people having a similar
conversation.
The Colonel mellows, suddenly steel, all business.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Right. Damn right. And every second
we spend talkin' about this is one
more second we spend not working on
it. Right now I have two solid
candidates in the initial stages of
the program. You said you had a
third candidate?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Ah, yes. Well, here's where we get
to a sort of a problem...
INT. MILITARY COURTHOUSE
John Westcroft is on the stand, the prosecutor gesticulating
wildly as the sound fades in slow.
PROSECUTOR
So you were relieving yourself
then?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yes, sir.
PROSECUTOR
So, you just stepped into the Oslo
hotel and had a tinkle?
JOHN WESTCROFT
No, sir, we weren't even in Oslo at
the time.
PROSECUTOR
That's not what I meant, now, here
look, where did you go to relieve
yourself? I mean, there's not a
functioning loo in the bombed out
wreckage now is there?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Sir, at times like that one just
had to improvise.
PROSECUTOR
So, a German tank just HAPPENS to
decimate your company, just HAPPENS
to blast them to smithereens, all
while you just HAPPEN to be off
taking a squat? In the same
vicinity where another company just
HAPPENS to stumble on a ruined
panzer and some savagely flayed
corpses?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Sir, the picture you're paint--
PROSECUTOR
There's something you aren't
telling us, Private! Just what
happened back there? What the hell
happened to scare you worse than
courtmartial and execution?
The door swings open and Raymond Sussex enters holding a
sheaf of papers.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
It's funny, your lordship.
Hilarious actually. There are worse
things than courtmartial and
execution, and I'm probably
condemning him to them right now.
Your honor, may it please the
court, by parliamentary decree
here,
Raymond has approached the bench and is pointing to his
documents, showing the judge.
RAYMOND SUSSEX (CONT'D)
And SAS full installation, and sir,
here sir, secret intelligence has
insisted that all orders, that's
the release here sir, convene
immediately and post haste, with
ultimate confidentiality. I assume
it'll be no problem going straight
from here to the airstrip?
PROSECUTOR
What the hell...
JUDGE
Is this a gag order here?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
What an ugly term for it. Bailiff,
get those irons off him, would you?
(approaches prosecutor)
It's simply a request for you to,
yes, oh what's this here?
(brushes Prosecutor's tie)
Hmmm.
Where did you learn to harangue
like that? You're positively a
demon, you know that?
PROSECUTOR
(smirking)
Doing mine for my country, sir.
Would you care to elucidate me?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
I'm with His Majesty's Special
Operations Executive. Your witness
is, well, I need him. His Majesty
needs him.
PROSECUTOR
Right.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
As he needs you, in your duty. Got
a yell on you, for damn sure. Gives
a card, huh? Might need some legal
some time.
JUDGE
In my room? In my COURT? I'm
addressing you sir!
RAYMOND SUSSEX
And I've already answered you, your
honor, that I find your phrasing of
gag order offensive. It's a code
twelve requisition for
classification. And stop looking at
me like I just pissed in your post
toasties. This is huge. The "gag"
order as you so crudely put it is
just a formality. For all I care
you can say he's dead, court
martial, missing and presumed dead,
makes little difference to me. I'm
serving the entire free world here,
and I'm counting on full
cooperation, which I was assured.
John? Ready to go?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Oh, god yes.
The Door swings on silent hinges.
EXT. AIRSTRIP, DUSK
Raymond Sussex and John Westcroft walk towards a small plane.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Sir, thank you sir. I think, I
mean, what's going on?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
So they didn't buy the slop about
taking a shit, huh?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Apparently not, sir.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
John, I've been following you your
entire military career. I've seen
the photos, forwarded from Interpol
through Scotland Yard. I know those
claw marks. John, look at me, I
know what you are.
(beat, tense)
I hope you aren't looking too hard
at those woods. I want you to know
I'm giving you the choice. You
don't have to come with me. I'm
offering you a chance to serve your
country in a capacity I feel it's
safe to say you have never even
imagined. If you fuck off to those
woods right now there's not a thing
I can do about it. I know your
smell, but I'm just kin, John; I
don't get up from a gunshot wound,
I scar, I bleed and die. But you
signed up for service. If you wish
to continue your service, you will
be an incredible asset to your
country. Tell me John, why did you
enlist?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Sir, the Krauts took my home and
family, most of my county. I just
saw red. By the time we were in
Norway, I felt like it was a job.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Right, well, it is a job, and a
damned hard one. You know you could
have torn the entire courtroom
apart. But you didn't. What stopped
you?
JOHN WESTCROFT
That's why we've been hunted for a
thousand years.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Right. So, you still want Nazi
blood?
JOHN WESTCROFT
The whole Axis sir. I've heard
about what they do to anybody in
their way. You think a half-dog
would get any better treatment?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Half dog?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Well, sir, what have you.
The two of them climb the stairs to the plane.
EXT./INT. PLANE
RAYMOND SUSSEX
You will not be alone. Your
training will be intense, and when
we're through with you, you will be
the most powerful weapon at the
disposal of the allied powers. The
group you have been assigned to are
creatures like you, and they have
various names for the... condition.
Raymond holds the door to the plane.
RAYMOND SUSSEX (CONT'D)
I think you'll learn a great deal
more from the men I'm about to
introduce you too. You'll have a
long flight. We go from here to the
proving grounds in eastern Texas.
Last chance to back out.
Raymond turns the handle, leading us to
INT. PLANE
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Gentlemen, may I introduce to you,
recently promoted Sergeant John
Westcroft. Sergeant, Lieutenant
Arthur "Tex" Rockler, and Special
Agent Delbert Yazzie.
Raymond taps twice on the cockpit door and the engines begin
to hum.
TEX
Nice to meet you, John.
JOHN WESTCROFT
The pleasure is all mine,
lieutenant.
TEX
Just Tex, hombre. This here's
Delbert. He don't say much.
Delbert gives a grunt that resembles agreement as he shakes
John's hand.
TEX (CONT'D)
He's surprisingly quiet for a code
talker. I figured for sure he'd
have more to chat about.
Raymond smiles, and we back out through the door, closing
with a clunk, and the plane taxis down the runway.
THE WEREWOLVES OF WORLD WAR II PART II
Tripwires in East Texas
EXT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE, NIGHT
Lightning cracks in the distance as clouds move unnaturally
fast. The moon appears from behind them, full, and the
thunder resounds, massive, pealing off the mountains.
We move without adjusting altitude into the window on one of
the castle's towers, where we watch a woman in a white coat
tinker with a microscope while a man in SS regalia overlooks.
We see the white coat splattered with blood in a few folds as
she twists knobs, pours something. We are now
INT. DOKTOR INDIRA'S LAB
Fully engorged in the experimentation process.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Ve are gettink wery ready to see,
frau doktor.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Really?
She is holding a spiderweb carefully, web between twigs
between tweezers.
DOKTOR INDIRA (CONT'D)
I swear to god, Siegfried, your
English has gotten worse.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
(Bemused)
My little doktor! How did you find
out my first name?
DOKTOR INDIRA
I told you I needed access,
(Beat, examines web)
Got it. You were right, you
asshole. This is incredible.
(Brings web to microscope)
Uhm, that I needed access to the
whole files. The, old stuff, real
old. I must say, you were
meticulous.
She catches a spider, the only one, beneath a glass.
DOKTOR INDIRA (CONT'D)
Goodness, Siegfried, it's getting
to be like I've done this before.
She slides a piece of paper under a glass, holds it with one
hand. She lights a bunsen burner on high, takes the glass and
paper in tongs, and fries the spider, it's spindly legs
curling in the flame.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Ah, it's the vord, you resourceful!
Commandant Taubert smiles at her as she places the spiderweb
in a box, a space age tupperwear thing, closing a complex
latch. She does not smile back.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
Still, I prefer to be called
Commandant.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Yeah? Is that what you prefer?
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
(Suddenly cold)
Put box down.
She immediately sets the box down and he swats her with his
stick, that weird riding crop thing that goes so good with
the uniform. She howls and grabs her leg.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
You vant SCHMART MOUTH ME? I
scheisse, I fuck you!
DOKTOR INDIRA
Please!
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
You show progress vis imshperiment
NOW!
DOKTOR INDIRA
Okay! Yes, yes sir.
She grabs the box and hobbles towards the door. Limping down
stairs on a fast blackening bruise, we descend to
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE, BASEMENT
The basement is a dungeon, cages made of silver bars. One is
empty, two hold semi-conscious lumps in ragged clothes, one
male one female. Both are drugged and far away in the eyes.
The last cage holds a very conscious young man, blond, blue
eyed.
PRISONER
Oh, please, no...
DOKTOR INDIRA
He heard me swear in English. It
gets really hard here, mine hair.
(Beat, breath)
Okay, give it to me.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
I sthink, maybe not. Vere should I
shoot him?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Just, god, really? Just, just shoot
him in the leg.
Commandant Taubert shoots the prisoner, busting most of a
foot off with his pistol. The prisoner screams not in agony,
but in a pathetic rage. He flings himself at the silver bars
and recoils in smoking skin. Commandant Taubert jumps.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
You are joking!
He shoots the prisoner again and again, gutshot, hand, leg
twice more, erupting the knee.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Stop! Stop, god, please, STOP!
Realizing that the prisoner is no longer a threat, he pauses.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Zis is vaste of money.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Just wait.
She looks at the prisoner as she fumbles open the box.
DOKTOR INDIRA (CONT'D)
This is important, here, the eye
contact.
She looks him in the eye as he flashes them open in a painful
gasp, choking, pleading, feeling the pain of dying and the
impotence of imprisonment. She holds up the spiderweb, keeps
looking at him, and spits through it. The prisoner changes
into a wolf, a starved, brown, ratty thing, broken. On the
way, the bullet wounds disappear. The wolf's bleeding has
stopped, but he licks at wounds anyway. It's eyes are human,
sad, weak. Commandant Taubert is wide eyed.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
It is unharmed!
DOKTOR INDIRA
Sure, it's half starved to death
and shot up with opium, but other
than that...
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
How do ve get it back?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Well, that's kind of a random. It
seems like when they wake up, well,
some of them, not sleep, but when
they pass out? Real hard, like, REM
Sleep? When they get knocked out,
they'll shift. You have to get 'em
pretty heavy down, though.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Knock them aus? Ya, you used the
gas grenade, to make it, sleep?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Yeah, well, they have to be pretty
fatigued. Torturing them for a few
days or something. Hans?
A guard at attention snaps to harder attention. At her nod,
he takes off a backpack, handing her and Commandant Taubert
gas masks, donning one himself, passing one to another guard.
Hans gives her a grenade and pulls the pin on another one.
The gas is thick and immediate. The breathing is huge, a
chainsaw in the haze. As it clears, the man and woman in the
back cages have been replaced with wolves under piles of
ragged clothes, but the cage with the prisoner holds the same
man, with no bullet wounds. Commandant laughs in an echo that
takes us outside of the castle.
INT. PLANE
Delbert, Tex, Raymond and John grapple for balance as the
plane bounces, jostling with turbulence.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Hold on to your cats and dogs!
TEX
Look at it this way. If we have to
swim halfway across the ocean,
(Looks towards cockpit)
We can eat the pilot all the way
back.
JOHN WESTCROFT
You know that's how it starts
right?
The turbulence subsides and composure is regained.
TEX
What starts?
JOHN WESTCROFT
You know, when a turnskin eats man
flesh, or, women or babies, he'll
start to get a taste for it, and...
TEX
Oh, I'm pullin' your leg, buddy.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yeah, well, it was called the
inquisition in my country.
TEX
(Chuckles)
Yeah, we had some witch hunts back
on the east coast. Hell, the
government did worse shit to the
Indians. What'd they call it,
Delbert, the trail of tears?
Delbert is stoic. He lets the comment hang in the air.
TEX (CONT'D)
Hell, y'know, John, that raises an
interesting point. What'd you call
us? Turnskins?
Delbert smiles at this. Tex is still contemplative.
TEX (CONT'D)
I mean, we're prolly the biggest
minority out there. You gotta
figure, if the uh, normals knew
about us, they would probably lynch
us.
DELBERT
Don't matter. The Nazis,
He draws a finger across his throat.
TEX
Fuckin' eloquent, Delbert. Suppose
you got a point, though. Still, is
that it? Just a common enemy? Is
that all that unites us is that
we're up against the Nazis?
John, Delbert, and Tex all look at Raymond.
TEX (CONT'D)
I mean, we'd probably survive the
fall...
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Ahem. Well. Even though I doubt
your constitution would actually
survive impact out of the sky, what
with the fuel and all, I'd like to
point out that no one is here
against their will. Right?
I mean, gentlemen, you are all
military volunteers, correct?
JOHN WESTCROFT
No, I absolutely want to be here.
Well, I want to be back on my farm,
rutting the redhead from two farms
down, but that's not gonna happen.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Right. And besides, see this?
Raymond pulls a thin knife, almost a letter opener from his
coat. He smiles and tosses it to John. Tex figures it out mid
air, right as John catches it. John's hand sears and smokes.
TEX
Shit!
JOHN WESTCROFT
Ow! God damn it--
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Easy boys. That's jewelery grade
silver there. Metal like that melts
down real easy.
He has pulled the coat back to show the gun in his shoulder
holster.
RAYMOND SUSSEX (CONT'D)
I am a patriot here in good faith,
but I am not stupid. I'm also sure
(Pats gun)
that you would not survive the
fall.
Tex is eyeing the knife, and Delbert is smiling again.
DELBERT
You have balls. Big balls.
TEX
Ah, hell, Ray... Where'n the hell
would we find the kind of action
you bring? I's just havin' a little
laugh at your expense is all...
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Yes. At my and your uncle's
expense. I brought you and Delbert
along so that you could have an
extended briefing with the new
candidate, and you're wasting all
our time waxing philosophical about
ancient fucking history. How about
we start actually discussing things
like silver, and fire, and each
other. Tell 'em about what happens
when you get bit.
TEX
Yeah. Course sir. See, okay, John,
you're not from London?
JOHN WESTCROFT
North of Leeds, actually.
TEX
So, from the farm you said? Kinda,
a more rural area?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yes, sir.
TEX
So, before we start getting into
the finer points of General William
Tecumseh Sherman's march, tell me
how much schoolin' you have...
Let's just recoil through the thick bordered portico, backing
out of the plane, gently floating out from the plane; a half
moon in the sky over the plane, and ocean as far as can be
seen. Pan out, all the way out; worldwide.
EXT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE, MORNING
Let's get one of those wide sweeping ones, with the rooster
crowing and the bugs buzzing. Take in the scope of the land,
the village that surrounds the castle. Let's keep our eyes
out here and boost the sound of eggs cooking, toast clanging.
Cut right to
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE KITCHEN
Doktor Purnima Indira slams a book closed and turns to the
stove, turns back to the book, shoves it aside, shuffles
through a stack of papers. She throws them, goes to the
silverware drawer, dumps the contents, sifts through them on
the floor. There are no sharp knives, no forks. She stops,
holds her head in her hands, and lets out a deep, wracking
sob. An SS guard comes into the kitchen, sub-machine gun
leveled.
SS GUARD ELMO
Vas? Vas ist los?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Entschuldigung, Mein Herr.
SS GUARD ELMO
Säubern sie es!!
DOKTOR INDIRA
Ja, mein herr, Natürlich.
SS GUARD ELMO
Schnell!!
DOKTOR INDIRA
Alright, Alright, god dammit, here
we go...
She stands, shaky, bends and begins to pick up spoons and
butter knives. We trail her as she eventually piles a plate
and takes it down a hallway. She enters and we are in
INT. CHANDA INDIRA'S CELL
Doktor Indira's mother is blind, in a hospice bed.
CHANDA INDIRA
Is that you baby?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Yeah momma, it's me. I think I
burned your eggs. I'm sorry.
CHANDA INDIRA
Baby. Baby, we're locked inside the
heart of Germany in a drafty
castle. Half the night the howls
from the basement tear the curtains
off, and during the day the hammers
on the construction shake the
floor. The eggs, baby, I wouldn't
worry too much about. Help me, help
me sit up, baby.
DOKTOR INDIRA
They tell me, that when the weapon
is perfected they'll set us up back
in Bengal. By the river...
CHANDA INDIRA
Baby, you know I love you. Don't,
don't tell me about home. Once you
get to the final phase of this
project, you'll just get sent to
the new project. Remember, baby,
remember when uncle had the
riverboat? Well, the way Aunt Isha
and Dewrat Looked at me... I know
they had guns, baby.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Mama, I'm so sorry.
CHANDA INDIRA
Don't you even for a minute. Huh
uh. I'm not gonna hear you're sorry
for educating yourself, baby,
You're a genius. You're my genius.
I love you. I'm so proud of you.
Even if these pigs torture us for
what you know. I should, I...
A tear runs down her face. She gropes for her daughter's
hand. She cradles it gently.
CHANDA INDIRA (CONT'D)
You remember what I said. You run
if you even think you get a chance.
Who knows what these scum are going
to do with the research you're--
The door flings open and an SS Guard is pure fury.
SS GUARD HENDRIK
Some of us speak English, here, you
ignorant bitches.
He slaps the plate of eggs down to the floor, grabs Doktor
Purnima Indira roughly by the arm.
SS GUARD HENDRIK (CONT'D)
Breakfast is over.
He shoves her out the door, slamming it. We follow them into
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE, HALLWAY
Where he continues to berate her.
SS GUARD HENDRIK
You think this is going away? I'm
gonna be watching you like a hawk.
You slip up even a little bit, and
I'll slit your throat. But before I
do,
He grabs her and forces her to make eye contact.
SS GUARD HENDRIK (CONT'D)
I'll make you watch me slit your
mothers. And then I'll sausage you.
And then.
His fingers tighten in her hair, her breath rapid.
SS GUARD HENDRIK (CONT'D)
Then I'll slit your throat. Oh look
at that. You really wanna kick me
in the yarbles, huh? Then where
would we be? I know. I know where
we'd be. We'd be bruised.
INT. BED, DIAMOND T TRUCK
Tex, Delbert, and John ride bumpy roads.
TEX
Y'know, that's what I like so much
about Delbert here. He doesn't
really ask shit.
I hope this is just a phase brought
upon by your realization that your
farm life upbringing may have left
your vocabulary a touch diminutive.
That is to say, I hope you don't
keep this shit up. Okay, look, now,
my uncle Hetfield, Mister Sussex,
and others like them are in a
special class. Well, that Sussex is
an intelligence officer with
security clearance higher than
ultra with the O.S.S. I guess he's
His Majesty's Secret Intelligence
Service. You know what I mean with
intelligence, right?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yeah, I think. Field agents
gathering data. Lab research.
TEX
Right. Well, what they do with the
data and all that shit. What it's
for.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Um, well, weapons? Intelligence is
a branch of the military, right?
TEX
No. In Europe, yeah, like, the
English and the French have their
intel all coordinated, working
together under the highest levels
of state; usually in the executive.
In theory, Mister Roosevelt is the
final word, him being the ultimate
power in the military. Say though,
that somebody has some sort of
state secret in, hell in Texas. If
the local police or state troopers
or rangers get it and don't wanna
cooperate, well, there's always the
court system right?
(John laughs)
Right. So there'll be an operative
gathering intelligence on the folk
that run the show for whatever
"authority" because they work for a
"higher authority" and report to
Mister Roosevelt. But say you had
somebody that was more loyal to the
governor of Texas. Say that person
was convinced that the office of
the president was doing something
that was not in the best interest
of Texas. Well, there we may have a
clash of invisible titans. I mean,
you understand that information,
real information, comes from all
walks of life, all kinds of people.
The "word on the street" has to
really come from the street for it
to be valid. That means dealing
with all kinds of folks.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Okay. So...
TEX
So the intelligence network is a
huge web at this point.
JOHN WESTCROFT
But--
TEX
So that means a guy like Sussex has
fingers in every pie, so to speak.
Some homeless drifter might answer
to him, along with aids to his,
what, prime minister? Plus he's
kin, got some kinda,
(Smiles at John)
Some kinda turnskin blood, some
connections within what qualifies
as our community. Then you got the
departments, the treasury, all
these little agencies that--
JOHN WESTCROFT
Tex, this is all great, but it's
missing the point of my question. I
mean who do WE work for? If we ever
get stranded in the, how did you
put it, the field? I like that,
yes, if we're stranded in the
field, who do we report to?
TEX
Oh, right, yeah. That stuff. Okay,
on the phone you can get Colonel
Hetfield's office, and on the radio
you can sign in with an alpha delta
alpha seven one nine and get
through also. As far was where to
physically go, that's a different
matter entirely. If you wind up in
Texas though,
The truck's door opens and Delbert, Tex and John climb out.
Tex wears a pair of waterproof flares in a loose rope
necklace. We are near the eastern edge of Texas, in the
swamps and bayou. The full moon is high, slipping in and out
from behind clouds in the sky and we are
EXT. EAST TEXAS SWAMP, ROADSIDE, NIGHT
TEX
You can come by my place.
DELBERT
Make my head hurt.
TEX
Yeah, and I ain't done runnin' my
gob even a little bit. This a live
fire drill, that means real rounds,
so watch your ass. This here's a
private hunting reserve and it may
well be the most expensive piece of
property in the world. There are
men in here fully armed, as well as
an impressive collection of booby
traps and tripwires. These men are
taken from death row, meaning they
have very little to lose. Hard to
make 'em use machine guns in
tandem, but you can be certain;
every one of these motherfuckers is
a stone killer. What we will be
doing is recon, recovery, then
search and destroy. Colonel
Hetfield and Mister Sussex have set
this operation up to challenge us,
and expect it to take us up to
twenty four hours or more. I wanna
see this place a smoking ruin by
dawn.
The truck pulls out, splattering mud on the way out.
DELBERT
No guns?
TEX
Why Delbert, what a pussy ass thing
to say.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Seriously, no guns?
TEX
Yeah, fuckin' serious! You fuckin'
panty waist assholes think this is
a joke? You want a gun, you take
one from somebody. Let's get this
show on the road.
The men leave the road and wade into the swamp.
TEX (CONT'D)
The recovery operation is simple.
We have dropped off the one
commodity we feel a guarantee these
men will kill for. Her name is
Gertrude Halse. Our man inside,
code named raptor, has informed us
that our girl is somewhere in the
southwestern portion of the
reserve, in the only standing
buildings in a few square miles.
The girl's life is number one
priority as we're fair to partly
certain the uh, "inmates" here
ain't gonna let her go without a
fight. What you boys got in your
pockets?
DELBERT
Lint.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Six American dollars, my pocket
knife.
TEX
You leave that black-handled forty
five back at Lackland?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yes sir.
TEX
Good. Now let's get down to this
damsel in distress shit...
EXT. DEEP BAYOU, WESTERN LOUISIANA, NIGHT
John and Delbert watch from the roadside muck as a troop of
prisoners, all carrying rifles, patrol the road. As the last
of the prisoner-soldiers passes their position, John reaches
out and grabs him at the ankles. There is a splash, and the
other prisoner-soldiers jump, suddenly wary. They see nothing
as Delbert stabs the prisoner to death with his own knife,
his head still under water, a scream muffled in bubbles. John
and Delbert exchange the nod of two experienced killers, a
grim satisfaction between them. Behind the fronds, Tex smiles
a vicious grin. He moves then, blur fast, into the center of
the confused group of prisoner soldiers. They scream as Tex
becomes a cyclone of death, killing armed men with his bare
hands. John and Delbert spring up from the bog, Delbert
stabbing two while John tumbles with another. Tex takes a
rifle from the one who appears to be the leader, a gun blast
ringing out in the gloom. He holds it by the barrel, swinging
it like a club, crushing nose and teeth. He looks over at
John, struggling with the last one alive, walks over and
steps on the prisoner-soldier's neck.
TEX
Not real sportsman-like, I know.
(Esophagus crunching)
What the hell are you doing, John?
You tryin' to fuck 'im?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Shag off. I had him.
TEX
Right. If he woulda had a silver
wedding ring he'd a pulled your eye
out with it.
Well boys, a few hundred more of
these and we can just walk in and
ask her out on a date. Slow fuckin'
goin'. Peel these faggots and put
together a few outfits. Delbert,
you aren't going to pass any close
inspection, so try to find a hat
that fits. It's pretty bright out
here...
He turns to the sky, struck hard by the full moon. For a
brief second, all three of them bathe their faces in the pale
moonlight.
EXT. PRISON BARRACKS, NIGHT
The three of them blend into the surrounding, their ragged,
stolen uniforms fitting in among the prisoner-soldiers
milling about. Tex motions them out toward the fringe.
TEX
Okay boys... Clear your minds and
look up at that big, beautiful
moon...
Tex spits into his palm, rubs his hands together and looks up
as well.
TEX (CONT'D)
I am child of moon, I am victim in
swoon; I am the tiger in baby's
bedroom. A wolf among dogs, live
oak among logs, the terror and
stench of new ruin.
As Tex speaks, the boys begin to bunch up, bristle, shift. A
shout goes out among the camp, and we hear a gun racking.
Tex's voice has gone absolutely feral.
TEX (CONT'D)
Kill boys!! Kill everything that
moves!!
John, Delbert and Tex charge into the nearest group, fists
moving in altering knuckles, and the prisoner-soldiers
instantly fall upon them. The furry fury of the fledgling
pack is free, a twister, devastating the prisoner-soldiers
around them, suddenly full of fear. They are scattering,
dying fast. Delbert has a man-ish, thickly haired hand
wrapped around a rifle, firing one handed into fleeing men.
Tex is literally beating a man to death with his own arm, and
John pounces on one of them. He rips the head clean off with
a swipe, a bear paw afterthought snatching life. He takes the
man's pants quickly, flinging a corpse in boxers and a bloody
shirt towards another man, right as one of Delbert's bullets
tears a hole in his side. Delbert's gunfire is rapid, Tex
swims through terrorized men leaving a swath of shredded
everything. The blood is so much that it is literally a haze,
hanging red in the air. John leaps to the tallest building,
still clutching the pair of pants.
INT. PRISON BARRACKS, NIGHT
The leader of the prison army stomps around inside. The girl,
Gertrude Halse, is confused and frightened. A window behind
him shows the briefest flash of a wolf's eye. He turns to
look at the then empty window. He is jumpy as he hears the
pandemonium outside rising. One of the soldiers runs in,
flustered, at a loss. We are given subtitle over his German.
PRISON SOLDIER
Run Victor! Run for your life!
They'll kill us all!
VICTOR
Who, you shithead? Who will kill us
all?
PRISON SOLDIER
Run! Run, fool!
Disgusted at his inferior's cowardice, Victor shoots the
soldier. Gertrude gasps, hand over her mouth.
VICTOR
Oh, my sweet flower, and now, so
soon after you have come to me,
does my house crumble around me. I
should take you now,
(Holds her shoulders)
My sweet love, you will be my queen
yet. We will crush these cowards!
These fools!
The window he stands next to shatters and a ropy, hairy arm
snatches Victor at the face, drags him, screaming airy over a
torn windpipe. Gertrude loses it here, crying and wailing,
floundering for a moment, composure coming on slow. John
Westcroft opens the door holding a stolen rifle to match his
stolen pants.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Ach, Mein Gott, Herr, nein!
JOHN WESTCROFT
Ahem. Ah, English, uh, English
Bitte?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Oh, sir, I... Wait... Who are you?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Ma'am, I'm Sergeant John Westcroft
with the uh, actually I'm with His
Majesty's Secret Service. We're
here to get you out of here. Unless
you're enjoying the party so much
that you insist upon staying, of
course.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Oh, sweet jesus. Thank god. Can we,
can we get out of here?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Positively. Let me check the
outside, see how clear the coast
is.
GERTRUDE HALSE
No, god, please don't leave me,
don't leave me right now...
John sets her delicately into a chair, looks into her eyes
and gives her warmth that settles her, calms her.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Now listen to me lass. There's a
whole bunch of real bad men out
there, and most of 'em have guns.
The weapons we're using just aren't
safe to be anywhere near. So, now,
look at me now, open your shutters
there and look right in my peepers.
Now, I promise, and I mean promise,
that I'll be back for you in a
flash. I just want to make sure you
don't get shocked by a battery or
hit by a stray piece of shrapnel...
Outside a man screams again out of what sounds to be far away
chaos. Gertrude grabs John's hands.
GERTRUDE HALSE
You promise?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yes, I promise.
GERTRUDE HALSE
That's three times you promised.
That makes it an oath.
John smiles and takes a small knife from the desk she is
seated by. He grimaces and cuts his hand. A few drops of
blood spatter on the wooden floor.
JOHN WESTCROFT
And that's blood. And I swear by it
that no harm will come to you this
night.
She stares at him, reaching down get her jaw off the floor as
he approaches the door. We swing with it outside to
EXT. PRISON BARRACKS, NIGHT
And see the bodies strewn about like so many left out toys.
The trails of red splatter everything, awash in spaghetti
sauce, meat balls and all. We see Delbert, a deep brown
mastiff wolf, toying with soldiers, snipping ankles, killing
them to his pace at his fun. Tex is in full man-wolf frame,
massive. John wolfed out is big, but Tex, standing on coiled
haunches, thick blond golden retriever fur, is twice the size
of John, diminutive in simple man shape. John rests his rifle
over his shoulder as he addresses the hairy apocalypse.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Hey, Tex? I found the girl.
The massive blond wolf is shaking gas out of a fifty gallon
drum, splashing it everywhere, connecting a propane tank to
the puddle and then flinging the drum into the final
building. The flares hanging from his neck flail to and fro,
swinging wild with his motions. They settle for a second as
he looks at John, his eyes human and positively furious. He
is in mid frenzy and all about it.
JOHN WESTCROFT (CONT'D)
So, right, we should accompany the
lady to the road, get her out, and
then continue the sweep and clear.
Tex the beast's breathing heaves and seethes.
JOHN WESTCROFT (CONT'D)
And shoot the propane tank on the
way out. Right. Start the
smoldering wreck you were talking
abou--
Tex howls a powerful, bellowing call. Delbert is finishing a
soldier off when Tex spies another, giving immediate chase.
JOHN WESTCROFT (CONT'D)
Right then.
John turns back and the same door swings, returning us to
INT. PRISON BARRACKS, NIGHT
Where Miss Gertrude Halse sits, apprehensive on her chair.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Thank you so much for waiting,
miss. I think we're as ready as
we're going to be.
She takes his hand and they swing together through the door,
the last living things to pass those doors. Gertrude steps
out and stumbles over a mangled stump of arm.
She looks down, sees what it is, and suddenly realizes she is
standing in a field of carnage. The last few minutes finally
crash on her and she vomits, leaning on the building.
GERTRUDE HALSE
My god... What could have possibly
done all this?
Delbert immediately barks a single, sharp tone. It sounds
suspiciously like "yo." He sits, wags his tail, and licks his
chops. John smiles. They leave, coming towards us on the
screen, and as Tex and Delbert run past John he turns and
fires a round into the propane tank, the compound going
incendiary in a fast flash, timber flying and the three
buildings erupt in giant gouts of flame.
INT. DOKTOR INDIRA'S LAB
Doktor Indira opens a file and lays out pictures for
Commandant Taubert.
DOKTOR INDIRA
This is when we pulled subject six
out of sensory deprivation.
(Flipping photos)
As you see, he's completely
unstable at this point. He killed
four guards before we sedated him.
You were bitching about the
chlorpromazine budget? Well this is
where it got so expensive. As you
can see,
Doktor Indira points out a series of photos, each with a
little more carnage and another tranquilizer dart.
DOKTOR INDIRA (CONT'D)
It took a lot to put him down.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Und es von here? He es yust
attackink whole time?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Yeah, that's one we found out for
sure. You see subject eight there
had been forced down to extremely
low levels of blood sugar.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
You Schtarved him?
DOKTOR INDIRA
That's right, herr commandant. We
starved him all the way to death.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Tso zey are not immortal at all.
DOKTOR INDIRA
No, far from it. Apparently it's
not just the silver that kills
them. Old age and malnourishment,
total physical disassembly.
However, iron, steel, brass, wood,
nothing really seems to hurt them.
You can see where with subject
three that if you wound them with
silver they do eventually heal,
it's just that they heal at normal
rates. See, the bandages here? I
mean, it took three months, and
there's still scarring and a weak
point, but nothing like, well,
(Opens a new file)
All the other weapons testing. Once
there in that halfway phase, they
just don't get hurt. Look at these
fall tests here. Here's from ten
meters, and here's from thirty.
Took some prodding to get her off
the fifty and ninety meter fall.
What we're looking at is past
terminal velocity. The weird thing
here is that from one hundred and
fifty, which is the same end
velocity as previous. Apparently we
didn't have enough sedative in her,
because her heart blew up in her
chest from panic before she hit the
ground. Apparently,
(Points to another photo)
They can be scared to death.
Commandant Taubert smiles, then chuckles, then laughter rolls
over the castle stones, tearing in peals down the halls.
EXT. EAST TEXAS SWAMP
Tex is a giant golden wolf, swimming ahead of John in the
muck. Gertrude is piggyback on John as he wades between
reeds.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Your dogs are amazingly well
trained, John.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Oh, they may be the finest hunting
dogs in the world, miss.
GERTRUDE HALSE
What are there names?
JOHN WESTCROFT
That's Tex and that one's Delbert.
GERTRUDE HALSE
They're huge. What breed are they?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Oh... I'm pretty sure they're
American.
The muck has gone down to knee deep or so, and Delbert is
stopped in the muck. He sniffs, whines a little. John sets
Gertrude down and begins poking around in the water. Tex
sniffs up beside him, watches him trace the tripwire into the
bush. We follow him behind leaves to an explosive device. Tex
is right over John's shoulder as he pops the lid on the box.
John stares hard at the green, orange, and brown wires. He
puts his hand forward, Tex whining a little. Tex, his eyes
all human, trades a long look with John. John puts a finger
on the orange wire and Tex growls. He moves over the brown
wire, then on to the green. As he touches green Tex ceases
growling, licks his chops. John yanks the green wire,
disconnects the others, and pulls the box apart. He looks at
Tex, who grunts as John pulls the C-4 out and hefts it.
GERTRUDE HALSE
John? What is that?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Explosive 808. It's a nitrol. Smell
it. Smells like almonds, doesn't
it?
GERTRUDE HALSE
(Sniffing)
Yeah, yeah it does.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Tear down a tank with this stuff.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Serious?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Absolutely. Catch it at the tread
and it'll rip the whole side of it
off.
He pulls the fuse out and dumps it in the swamp. He smiles at
her, and she slogs over to him.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Oh, god, sir, I don't mean to be
presumptuous, but, may I ask, uhm,
well. Well, I'm grateful for
whoever you are, doing what you're
doing for me and all, and I thank
you, but, sir, do you know where we
are sir?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Well... We've been going at a
pretty good clip for a while... I
say we've crossed into Texas at
this point.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Texas? As in, America?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yes, ma'am, that's right.
GERTRUDE HALSE
But, those men, they spoke
German...
JOHN WESTCROFT
Right, well, I guess there's
problems with them all over the
free world ma'am. As we can see
plainly. They had you on some
pretty potent sedative, right?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Yeah, but I'm clearing up. I mean,
I'm starving, but, yeah...
JOHN WESTCROFT
It won't be too long, I don't
think. Maybe another klick or two.
We'll have you in a fancy hotel
with a big bathroom. Have you ever
had this American thing called
"grits," dear?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Uhm, no, I don't think so... Sounds
kind of atrocious. What in the
world is that? Sounds like
something stuck in your drink.
Grit. Like dirt.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Oh, now, let's not go judging a
book by it's cover. It's made from
hominy. It's like a, a white bean,
absolutely delicious.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Well, maybe because you're such a
proper gentleman I'll take your
word. Right now I'd eat about
anything you put in front of me.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Why thank you. Where you from,
anyway? Belgium?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Close. I'm from Holland.
The tripwire, unseen until John finds it the hard way,
triggers and a chunk of C-4 explodes in the swamp. We go
suddenly slow, John and Gertrude both looking directly toward
the source of the explosion.
Gertrude screams as John moves, shifting into his man-wolf
form, shielding her from the blast with his thick form.
Clothes, meat and hair shred. The blast propels them into the
swamp, splashing into the bog.
EXT. EAST TEXAS SWAMP, ROADSIDE
John's assessment of the distance to the road was incorrect,
and we see Tex and Delbert just a few hundred feet away. They
have procured clothing from the first troop they slaughtered,
Delbert's shirt having a huge red hole in the front of it. He
sticks a finger through it.
TEX
Helluva set of fatigues, huh?
Delbert smiles, and they both jump as the booby trap goes
off. They immediately charge towards it, Tex launching a
flare into to the sky on a dead run. They burst into the
scene of the explosion, seeing John's furred back rejecting
shrapnel and closing wounds. Gertrude splashes in the marsh.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Oh my god! I can't see!
John shifts back down, his pants ragged, bloody, hanging by a
thread.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Easy! Easy girl! Are you hurt?
GERTRUDE HALSE
I'm blind! Oh my god, I'm blind!
JOHN WESTCROFT
It's only temporary! Here,
(He gathers her up)
Here girl, easy, now, It's only a
minute... Can you stand up for me?
There's a girl... easy. Now try to
relax, there, easy... You don't
look like your bleeding, here. Just
take it easy now. Easy now, just
try to relax your eyes...
GERTRUDE HALSE
Okay...
JOHN WESTCROFT
Just blink for a minute...
GERTRUDE HALSE
Okay... It's so dark god it's so
dark...
JOHN WESTCROFT
Just be patient. You'll be taking
in a talkie in no time.
(Noticing Tex and Delbert)
Gentlemen! So glad you could make
the swamp party!
TEX
She ain't hurt?
JOHN WESTCROFT
No, maybe a concussion. How much
further to the road?
TEX
Only a couple hundred feet.
Transport is on the way.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Great. How we doin' on time?
TEX
(Looks at sky)
Hell John. It's probly not even
midnight.
They slosh back towards the road, John carrying Gertrude the
last few hundred feet. The Diamond T's headlights bounce up
the dirt road, followed by a Willys Jeep. Raymond Sussex is
sitting shotgun in the jeep.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Well boys. Looks like I win the bet
with Colonel Hetfield.
TEX
And what bet might that be, Mister
Sussex?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Oh, just a gentleman's wager.
Suffice it to say that I had the
utmost confidence in you. And a
good evening to you, Miss Halse.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Who's there? I... I'm sorry, I
can't see.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
It's Raymond, my dear, and you seem
to be in need of some medical
attention. Gentlemen, shall we
rendezvous in Beaumont for
debriefing?
Raymond loads her gingerly into the Jeep.
TEX
You know what kind of schedule
we're on here, sir. No disrespect,
but I figured that's why you
brought two vehicles. We go
straight back to Lackland. I told
the Colonel We'd have this exercise
whipped by ten, and I mean to have
bacon and eggs with him at seven.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
You know, it's funny, Tex, that's
exactly what our wager was on.
There were fifty some-
(Looks towards Gertrude)
We'll discuss soon. You're heading
straight for the airstrip?
TEX
Yes sir, I wanna try to run the
Peregrine Scenario in the dark.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Very good. You're dedication is a
tribute to your character. Boys,
(Climbing into jeep)
We'll have a deep, soul searching
series of discussions within
seventy-two hours. Cheers.
The jeep pulls away and the three ragged soldiers climb into
the back of the Diamond T. The doors slam, and the engine
shifts into gear.
INT. BED, DIAMOND T TRUCK
The truck rattles back down the washboard roads. John has to
project himself to be heard.
JOHN WESTCROFT
What's the Peregrine scenario?
TEX
Heh. Well. Now. John, you ever
heard of paratroopers?
EXT. MIDAIR, DAWN
John and Tex plummet through the air, half wolf and massive.
Tex screams, but John is unable or unwilling to process.
TEX
Relax, dammit! Just keep in shift!
John swims through the air awkward, clawing at Tex the whole
time,
TEX (CONT'D)
Dammit, John!
Tex shifts down to human, folds in his arms, and dives out of
John's reach. He smacks the ground a split second before John
does, shifting back to half wolf at impact, bouncing hard,
bones breaking, muscles rend. John lands the same, the both
of them stopped, bent, supernatural frames rebuilding. John,
on a limping haunch, charges Tex. Tex dodges him, and John
rebounds, bloodthirsty.
TEX (CONT'D)
Oh, now, for shit's sake.
Tex grabs John at the throat and throws him, but not without
John scraping his arms. When John jumps up again, Tex is
already on top of him with open jaws at John's neck.
TEX (CONT'D)
Dammit, John, are you hurt?
(John relaxes slightly)
ARE YOU HURT?
Tex gets up and shakes out the last of his completing joints.
TEX (CONT'D)
No, you're not hurt, you're just
fuckin' scared. Now settle, god
dammit.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Can we come up with an exercise
that doesn't leave me buck fucking
naked?
Tex shifts down into wolf form, and his speech happens in his
human eyes and in the space between wind. We see scratches
bleeding on his front legs.
TEX
I think I'd look ridiculous, even
if it was just one of them stupid
scarves. Come on. We're gonna
figure out a way to hit the ground
running from these.
The two wolves trot towards the airstrip in the sunrise.
THE WEREWOLVES OF WORLD WAR TWO PART III
On a clear day in Texas
INT. COLONEL HETFIELD'S OFFICE
COLONEL HETFIELD
You know what the worst kind of
thing on the planet is, Tex?
TEX
A Nazi?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Well, yeah, that's a pretty god
damn good answer, Tex. I gotta tell
you though, a puss ass traitor Nazi
is the absolute worst. Somebody who
would go to all the trouble to
actually BE a Nazi, and then turn
tail and fuck up even that.
But I gotta tell ya too Tex,
(Breaks into grin)
TEX
What, Colonel?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Unlike the rest of 'em, I got use
for a yellow belly, turncoat
traitor ass Nazi. What you say we
go give an interview, huh nephew?
(Winks)
TEX
Oh, I'm just tremblin' with
anticipation Colonel.
We pick up with them under the hot sun, in the
INT. COLONEL HETFIELD'S TRUCK
COLONEL HETFIELD
So tell me about what happened in
France? I wanna know all the gory
details, son. You pull a Nazi spine
out his ass, or what?
TEX
Aw, c'mon, now uncle, don't put me
on the spot like that...
COLONEL HETFIELD
Now, dammit, how much have we
invested in this training system so
far? I don't even get a fuckin'
story?
TEX
I didn't think it was my job to be
an accountant, uncle, but I know
how dedicated you are to the cause.
Don't think I don't feel that every
time I chew one of the sons-of
bitches open. Aw,
(Beat)
Aw, hell, I'm such a hardass, huh?
Shit, I'm sorry uncle, so, okay,
look, Delbert's been in this burned
out clock tower for like, six
hours, holed up with a box of ammo--
EXT. SHOOTING RANGE, LACKLAND AFB
Delbert sets a box of ammo down next to John, who lies prone
shooting targets downrange. John tags out a target at one
hundred yards.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Thank you, Delbert.
Delbert nods as John reloads his rifle.
DELBERT
One fifty.
JOHN WESTCROFT
All right then.
John rings the target at one hundred fifty yards four out of
five times. Delbert nods again.
DELBERT
Two.
John loads some more rounds, misses two shots.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Shit. Hang on now...
Delbert nudges John, who looks up at him. Delbert licks his
finger, holds it to the wind. John puts the rifle to his
shoulder and rings the target three times. Reloads.
JOHN WESTCROFT (CONT'D)
Yeah. That's the, yeah, thanks
again for the,
(Shoots again)
box of shells Delbert. I appreciate
all your help with marksmanship.
(Again)
I feel like I'm not, I mean,
(Again, misses)
Shit, it's not there yet, but I
feel like I'm on the road.
INT. WILLYS JEEP
Let's start outside it, actually, down low, where the rubber
meets the road. Let's roll up over that sweet old forties
jeep. Let the nostalgia whip through our hair, knowing that
aw, they don't make 'em like that anymore. Let's go in
through the window.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
You understand that this is
extremely out of ordinary, you
know, I mean, Miss Halse, when we
agreed on our conditions in
France...
GERTRUDE HALSE
Don't you go waffling on me now,
Sussex. You god damn, you used me
for bait out there. Hopped up on
god damn morphine, I'm lucky I
didn't get raped. And all I'm
asking for is the opportunity to
say thank you to the man who pulled
me out of that mess.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE, BASEMENT
The napalm burns into the screaming woman's leg, a smoking,
bubbling pulp. Doktor Purnima Indira watches, taking photos
and writing on a clip board. The woman is barely more than a
girl, screaming. Doktor Indira opens another space age
tupperwear container, removing a spiderweb between still
green leaves. She makes eye contact, spits through the web.
As we look into her eyes during this process, a single tear
rolls down her face. The girl metamorphoses into a small,
pale wolf, almost like a large fox. It's leg burns still, the
poor animal howling. Commandant Taubert Blasts the door in.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Vhere ist mine fveapon!
DOKTOR INDIRA
Oh, shit, no...
The little fox howls louder as Taubert flips a table, smashes
something in glass. He grabs a guard's gun and fires several
shots into one of the other cages. The old man inside it, who
has the number thirty-four tattooed on his face, dies
messily, flopping apart.
DOKTOR INDIRA (CONT'D)
What the hell are you doing? Those
are silver jacketed, oh, dammit...
Taubert throws the gun, jumps down the stairs, punches Indira
in the face. She crumples at his feet and he kicks her.
Screaming, red with rage.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
MINE VEAPON!! I VILL MAKE ZEH
ARYANS ZEH BESCHT OF BLOODS!! Ve
vill be immortal, vis none of zees
pashetic schings VEAK,
(Kicks her again)
VEAKNESS, VEAKNESSES and, and
FRAILTIES!! NICHT TZO SOFT!! I fuck
I fuck your mother, in her dying
bed, you, fuck HUND SCHEISSE!
She sobs, and this only angers him more. He points at the
guard, then the door. The guard leaves and Taubert picks up
Indira by her shoulders. Her nose bleeds, and she coughs for
us, dragging a ragged breath.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
(His teeth grit)
I haff inveschtet, and mine family,
in zvis proyect, and dyoo vill haff
mine vrezhultsh.
He lets her fall back down in a heap. He mutters to himself
in German as he leaves, smashing wall clock on the way out.
We get him in subtitle.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
This is a waste of the resources of
the reich. Assanine. Inexcusable.
If there are no results soon we
shall simply have to place more
emphasis on other weapons.
The door swings, aching a wheeze on rusted hinges.
EXT. PARKING LOT, LACKLAND AFB
We see a military prisoner transport, big as a schoolbus,
pull into a parking lot followed by Colonel Hetfield's truck.
The transport opens and the only passenger climbs into the
sunlight, in view of the shooting range. Delbert and John are
focused on their shooting.
TEX
And me and John, right, we kick the
door and bust it in, and THAT's
when they bust out across the
street, and Delbert, again, just
knockin' 'em down okay? But John
turns around and opens up with
these two tommy guns, was like a
god damn grain thresher uncle.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Oh, just, just waterin' that
thirsty ground with nazi blood!
TEX
Yes sir!
The prisoner shakes his shackles at Tex and Colonel Hetfield.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Well, looks like we're ready to
start the interview!
Tex and Colonel Hetfield approach the prisoner. On the way,
Tex sees John and Delbert. The three of them exchange a
salute. Raymond's jeep pulls into the parking lot at the same
time, and everybody watches him and Gertrude get out. Tex and
Colonel Hetfield enter a bunker-like building with the
prisoner, while Raymond and Gertrude approach the shooting
range. He waves at her.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
John, Delbert. Good to see you boys
hard at work here.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Thank you sir.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Now normally this kind of thing
wouldn't even be considered.
Seeing as the risk this young lady
endured, however, we're allowing
this.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Thank you, mister Sussex. John,
and, Delbert was it?
(She shakes their hands)
Gentlemen, I just wanted to say
thank you so much for what you did
for me. I can't thank you enough,
boys. I just can't even imagine
what I would've done without you.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Thank you, ma'am. It was, it was
all my pleasure. I would have
preferred to have met you under
different circumstances, but
thrilled, anyway. Is there... Is
there something else I can do for
you?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Well, actually, if it weren't too
forward, I'd like to buy dinner,
you know, for the, the man that
saved my life.
JOHN WESTCROFT
I'm flattered, ma'am. We're on a
strict regimen here, though...
(Looks at Sussex)
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Well...
The prisoner looks out through a tiny window in the bunker
like building. We see a bag go over his head.
GERTRUDE HALSE
I suppose mister Sussex did put up
an awful fight about me even coming
here. Well, John. Well.
She grabs him, kisses him on the mouth.
GERTRUDE HALSE (CONT'D)
Maybe someday. Thank you, John.
John stands dumbfounded as she turns and walks back toward
the jeep. Delbert smiles.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Right then. Fucking lawyers.
Raymond follows Gertrude, and Delbert taps John's arm. John
looks at Delbert, follows the foot that nudges the ammo can,
and stares at Gertrude as she climbs into the jeep.
INT. BASEMENT, WEWELSBURG CASTLE
Doktor Indira limps to the guard's gun. She picks it up and
goes to the howling, whimpering, tortured fox.
DOKTOR INDIRA
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry baby.
She tries to put a hand into the cage, to be met only with
recoil. This pulls a sob from her. She points the gun at the
frightened, broken animal.
DOKTOR INDIRA (CONT'D)
Oh... Oh, god...
We pan out over the castle, a stark edifice in the gloom. A
shot rings out, followed by the sound of Doktor Indira crying
in huge heaving sobs.
INT. INTERROGATION CONTROL ROOM
Tex and Colonel Hetfield watch as a nurse administers a shot
to the prisoner.
TEX
So, it's what, a sodium pentathol
derivative?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Hell, I don't know. It's expensive
as all hell, that's a fact.
TEX
Yeah, well I don't trust that kinda
shit. Give 'im a hot meal then
break his fingers. He'll tell you
the most intricate details of his
love life.
COLONEL HETFIELD
While I have no doubt, nephew, that
you have become the kind of man
that can stomach that sort of
thing, there is oversight here. The
treasurer would probably be
appalled to see you bring the real
deal right from the breach, and he
will be through to check on the
state's investment. He's promised
to be thorough. Smashed hands or
black eyes, cigarette burns, any of
that shit, and we're up the
proverbial creek sans paddle. Shut
the whole thing down, congressional
inquiry... Don't wind me up.
Listen, this son of a bitch is
expatriate, which means he's
theoretically here under his own
will.
The sensory deprivation and serum
are more precaution than anything
else. Got them cameras up in there?
INTERCOM
Yes sir, rolling.
EXT. GATES, LACKLAND AFB
Raymond stops the car at the guard shack and opens the door
for Gertrude.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Thank you again, mister Sussex. You
did good with the immigration
papers and all, too. Is there,
RAYMOND SUSSEX
I'm going to stop you right there,
miss. I've gone to quite
considerable risk just bringing you
here. Now the agreement was
citizenship and employment, with a
nest egg and the opportunity to
start a new and better life here in
the colonies.
GERTRUDE HALSE
I know, I just, it's hard here for
me. I don't really know anybody,
and I so appreciate John's help. I
see exactly what you mean when you
said I'd be perfectly safe. I
didn't mean to be so curt with you
earlier. I know you're just doing
your job.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
(His eyes soften)
Miss, I'll be in touch with you
through my organization. Maybe when
the war is over, well... Well take
care, miss Halse.
Let's capitalize on the era here and have her climb into a
gorgeous, old school Lincoln Continental, pulling off as the
sun sets over the early forties San Antonio skyline.
INT. INTERROGATION CONTROL ROOM
TEX
Don't wind you up, hell, uncle,
why'd you bring me down here? I was
thinkin' a good ol' kraut bashin',
and shee-it, whatchoo want me ta
do, go in there and bad breath 'im
inta lettin' loose?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Dammit, Tex, I'm fuckin' serious
here. He, in theory, WANTS to be
here. I need you here to listen,
and help me figure this out when
Raymond gets here. Now, this is
some shit that'll concern you, I'm
absolutely positive. The file's
over there on the desk, why don't
you, yeah, there we go, thank you
nephew, let's see...
EXT. SHOOTING RANGE, LACKLAND AFB, DUSK
DELBERT
Gets harder in the dark.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yeah, yeah no kidding. You ready to
call it then?
Delbert jerks his head, spits, collects up ammo and heads
toward some benches by the wall. He sits, motions John over,
and without words Delbert begins to disassemble the rifle,
John doing the same. Delbert points, guides. He and John peel
the rifles apart, and are mostly reassembled when Raymond's
jeep pulls back into the parking lot. He hails them.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Men! How're the rifles today?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Oh, I think I've handled mine
worse, sir.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
From debriefings I should hope your
making a conscious effort to push
that in one particular direction,
yes? Delbert, how's young Westcroft
here fairing with the rifle?
DELBERT
Squirrely.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Heh. Heh heh. Well, men, let's head
on inside. Got a bit of highly
classified rigamarole, secret turds
in hidden loos, all that. Come on.
He leads them into the bunker-like building. The security
doors buzz open, and with a latch and clang we are
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM HALLWAY
Flooded by a sterile florescent white. The dirt John and
Delbert track in is slight, but painfully visibly on the
antiseptic white floor.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
There has been, as far back as a
few years now, talk of what the
other side may be up to on a
comparable basis, and we have
acquired some incredible intel.
This was not, however, an
inexpensive squeeze we're talking
about.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Other than the pricy bit you've
absolutely lost me there, mister
Sussex. Delbert, did you understand
anything that man just said?
Delbert grunts and Raymond gesticulates, working his jaw as
he dumbs down the ultra classified into bold headline.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Okay, so, it stands to reason that
we are not the only people
interested in developing weapons.
Suffice it to say, that we are now
absolutely certain we are not the
only habberdasher on market street.
We've got an incoming location on a
research facility complete with
wrought silver cages, well funded
labs, and silver jacketed rounds
for just in case one of them gets
loose. Apparently, the German
government has spent a nearly
equivalent amount on a similar
project.
Raymond shows a badge to a guard at a door, and we move with
them to the
INT. INTERROGATION CONTROL ROOM
Where Tex and Colonel Hetfield are having a similar
conversation.
TEX
Now how's this work? They've got
some Indian lady doctor? Like, like
one of Delbert's relatives?
COLONEL HETFIELD
And speak of the devil. Afternoon,
or, evening, yet? Howdy, Ray, John,
Delbert.
No, Tex, I don't mean an American
Indian, I mean an East Indian, as
in, from India? Her name is, Hell,
Ray, can you pronounce this?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Purnima Indira. She's been educated
in Calcutta, Oxford, and the U.S.
ivy league. One of the leading
biologists and zoologists in the
world. She's obviously being
blackmailed in some fashion to be
working with them, that being
another action item here on my
interview list. Also construction
details, yeah. Bunch of stuff.
Colonel, are we getting close?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Hell close enough. Let's get this
show on the road.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
Raymond pulls the black hood off the prisoner and looks into
his glazed eyes. He gestures at him with a pack of Pall
Malls.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Cigarette?
PRISONER
Why, why thank you sir. I love
these American smokes.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Well, your English is a bit better
than I had been led to believe.
PRISONER
I've been trying to recall my
lessons.
He puffs the cigarette to life, smoking with his left hand
while the right one hangs from the shackle.
PRISONER (CONT'D)
Are the bonds truly necessary sir?
I mean, we're here on your home
turf. Were I to be running free
here I'm sure the men on the towers
would cut me down.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
I suppose you do have a point. You
wouldn't get far if you tried
anything.
Raymond unlocks the shackles and they clank to the floor. The
prisoner stretches, yawns.
PRISONER
Well, first things first I suppose.
He sticks out his hand for a shake.
PRISONER (CONT'D)
Dieter Griebe, former Reichs
Commander for the SS.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Raymond Sussex, His Majesty's
Special Operations Executive.
They shake hands, Dieter pushing a thick plume of smoke out
of his nose.
RAYMOND SUSSEX (CONT'D)
So, mister Griebe, I should ask
this of you, Why are you so eager
to help us?
DIETER GRIEBE
(Mulls it over)
Well, sir, I knew,
(Drags his smoke)
I knew when I signed on that the
men I was working under were not
moral men. We're soldiers here, and
there are provisional differences
between working in the military and
working for, say, a print office.
The things I have seen...
(Ceases musing, grave)
Well, I've seen things that I never
anticipated, to be sure, but I have
become convinced that the things
I've seen come from only one thing.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
And what would that one thing be?
DIETER GRIEBE
Sir, I believe it to be a pact with
the devil himself.
EXT. TEXAS DIRT ROAD, NIGHT
Gertrude Halse kicks up dust in her beautiful new Lincoln
Continental, puffs of dry brown rising into the night. She is
a new driver in a new American car, and we observe the petals
and speedometer with her. She likes it, rolling down the
window, taking her hair down. She tunes in the radio, Glenn
Miller's "In the Mood" squawks in, and she finds the volume.
As the tune rounds the bend into the brass solo, she rounds a
washboard old corner and the driver rear passenger resounds
like a gunshot, erupting bits of thick rubber across the
road. Swerving, the vehicle comes to a stubborn halt.
Gertrude climbs out of the car, observing the damage. She is
at a loss, exasperated.
She begins to search the car, a pair of headlights round the
corner going the opposite direction, approaching. The horns
are horribly out of place, their wacky wailing becoming
spitefully cruel to the stubborn, stopped automobile.
Gertrude kills the radio in an exaggerated click.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
RAYMOND SUSSEX
A deal with the devil, sir?
Dieter pulls thick on his smoke, letting the gravity of what
he just said weigh in. His glossy eyes let us watch his
stoned mind put tons of imaginary heft to his speech.
DIETER GRIEBE
Aye, sir. I'll not discount the
studies they do, the biology and
genetics and testing. They call
these things mutants, some sort of
deviate branch from the evolving
pattern. But I know, sir. I know
evil when I see it. The very air is
heavy with, with a darkness, I...
It's hard to believe, I know.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
No, no, far from it. To be clear
though, you do believe in a devil?
DIETER GRIEBE
Most of course, yes, sir.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
So, you are, a religious man? Is
that correct? Is that what I'm
hearing?
DIETER GRIEBE
Yes, yes sir. Catholic, sir.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Isn't there some, well, doesn't
that disqualify you from service?
Being Catholic, that is?
DIETER GRIEBE
Well, in name, sure. Recently it's
changed. Used to be we all went to
mass every Sunday, and paid formal
homage to the fuhrer in the mean
time. I love my country, sir, I do,
but, now the Catholic is considered
a second class citizen. Almost like
a dog fucking Jew. We can't wear
any rosary. Nothing like that. And
with the things I've seen in
Wewelsburg, sir, I...
RAYMOND SUSSEX
What, mister Griebe?
DIETER GRIEBE
I'm in fear for my mortal soul.
INT. TREASURER GRANT'S BUICK
Treasurer Grant sits in the back, his driver slowing as they
approach the Lincoln Continental, Gertrude holding the trunk.
TREASURER GRANT
Charles, stop the car. Now what's a
sweet flower like that doin' all
alone out here?
Treasurer Grant gets out of the car and approaches Gertrude.
TREASURER GRANT (CONT'D)
Trouble with the auto, ma'am?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Why yes, I suppose. Got a little
carried away here in the new car.
These, uh, these American cars are
powerful things.
TREASURER GRANT
They certainly can be, cant' they?
Oh, where are my manners, I beg
your pardon,
(Takes her hand)
I'm William Joseph Grant, the
treasurer of the great state of
Texas. Who might you be?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Gertrude Halse, sir.
TREASURER GRANT
Well the pleasure is all mine.
Y'know, there ain't much out here
in these parts. I assume you're
coming back from Lackland, is that
right?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Yes sir, I was going to my hotel in
town.
TREASURER GRANT
Miss, I'd love to escort you back
right this second, but I'm afraid
I'm already late for a meeting out
here at the base. If you'd be so
inclined, I can take you back to
base and send you back out here
with a fresh tire and a strapping
young lad to fix her right up.
How's that sound to you?
GERTRUDE HALSE
You Texans, I must say, are just
the height of hospitality.
INT. DOKTOR INDIRA'S LAB
She preps a slide and drops two separate samples of blood.
She places it under a microscope and we see with her. Red
blood cells are chomped by a strange shape among them, a
spiny dark thing. It consumes a few blood cells, then stabs
one with a spine. It consumes, but then seems to host upon
the cell. The tiny dark thing morphs itself into a near
perfect hemoglobin cell, and pushes itself in among the other
red cells. The knob clicks and we reduce amplification,
seeing a multitude of the same, tiny black things becoming
one with the rest of the sample.
DOKTOR INDIRA
I've got it. I've got it!!
She breathes deep, her mood darkening, then saddened.
DOKTOR INDIRA (CONT'D)
Oh my god, I've got it...
INT. TREASURER GRANT'S BUICK
Gertrude sits in the back with Treasurer Grant, her hands
folded beneath her light jacket.
TREASURER GRANT
So, where you from, if you don't
mind my asking?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Holland sir.
TREASURER GRANT
Well, a visitor from across the
pond. What brings you to Lackland?
GERTRUDE HALSE
I was just having a brief visit
with my...
Here we get an extreme close up of her hands, under her coat,
shifting the ring on her middle finger to her ring finger.
GERTRUDE HALSE (CONT'D)
My husband. We're newlyweds, and
he's under the strictest command.
Mister Sussex can't even let him--
Oop--
She covers her mouth, and Treasurer Grant laughs.
TREASURER GRANT
Mister Raymond Sussex?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Oh, I've got such loose lips, sir.
I just, well, you've a disarming
manner, and...
TREASURER GRANT
Not to worry, little lady, you've
lucked out. I'm one of the good
guys. So let me guess, that car a
weddin' present from ol' Colonel
Hetfield? He's tacky like that. Buy
a little lady like you a big
honkin' machine like that.
(She just smiles)
No surprise there. Then turn around
and, what did you say? Can't let
him...
(She keeps smiling)
Yeah, he keeps this whole thing on
a real tight leash. Now, what,
exactly, can't mister Sussex let
your husband do?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Well, sir, I'm staying at the Saint
Anthony, have you seen it?
TREASURER GRANT
Oh, yes, ma'am, I had brunch there
with Lucille Ball on Wednesday.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Okay, right, so it's this big,
grand hotel, with a fabulous
restaurant and a great bar, and
I've got this big spacious room,
and, well,
TREASURER GRANT
It's goin' to waste, idn't it?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Exactly, sir.
The car approaches the gates of Lackland AFB, where a soldier
comes to the window. He looks at the driver's papers and
waves them through. We watch from overhead as they drive the
base.
TREASURER GRANT
Now, darlin', what'd you say your
man's name was again?
GERTRUDE HALSE
John, sir. Oh, thank you sir.
They climb out of the buick in the parking lot and walk into
the bunker. He stops at the guard, smiles at her.
TREASURER GRANT
Now you just sit tight, and I'll
see if I can make a just married
miracle for ya, okay?
At this point we have moved through the GATES, PARKING LOT
and INTERROGATION ROOM HALL into
INT. INTERROGATION CONTROL ROOM
With a door securing firmly. Colonel Hetfield grins.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Billy Joe!
TREASURER GRANT
Dale Junior! How the hell are you?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Doin' mighty fine, doin' mighty
fine. Yourself?
TREASURER GRANT
Oh, just the same ol' thing.
Checkin' up for the committee folk.
Now, damn, Dale, damn, this is why
they sent me down here. Look at
this, what is this you're doin' to
this man?
COLONEL HETFIELD
He's a nazi.
TREASURER GRANT
He's an expatriate nazi, Dale, this
isn't the god damn front lines.
What're ya gonna do, pull his
fuckin' toenails out?
Treasurer Grant shoots a look at Tex.
TEX
I'll pull your fuckin' ass off!
COLONEL HETFIELD
Dammit!! Settle the hell down! Now,
all we're doin' is askin' him
questions at this point
TREASURER GRANT
God dammit, I read the letter he
sent to Sussex! All we need to get
out of him is a location! Look at
all this!
COLONEL HETFIELD
None of this is breakin' any bank,
and you know it. Now Ray has a list
of questions that we're--
TREASURER GRANT
No, fuck all this. Is that damn
intercom on? You hear me control?
INTERCOM
Yes sir.
TREASURER GRANT
Good. What the fuck's his name?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Raymond Sussex, with the British
Secret--
TREASURER GRANT
No, dammit, I know that, the
prisoner in there?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Dieter Griebe.
TREASURER GRANT
All right, control? Patch me in
there. Right now.
Upon "now" his voice rumbles in the interrogation room,
making Raymond and Dieter both jump.
TREASURER GRANT (CONT'D)
Y'all hear me in there? Damn right
you do, look at you, like you're
hearin' the voice of the almighty
from on high. Hell, y'are! Mister
Griebe, We're gonna have a meal and
a fresh set of clothes for you in a
minute, there. Raymond, you haul it
on in here. I wanna talk to you.
And leave that pack of smokes.
Raymond Sussex storms into the Interrogation Control room.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Just what the blue blazes do you
think your--
TREASURER GRANT
You put a cork in that right now,
Mister. I'll put you on a little
row-boat back to that war torn
cocksucker your from so fast it'll
make your god damn head spin, you
hear me? Now I wanna talk about
overwork and compensation right
now. How long you had these boys
doin' the dirt? Months at a time in
the field? What's your name,
Delbert, how long's it been since
you seen some R and R?
Delbert just looks at him. His eyes widen just a little,
mildly incredulous at what he's hearing.
TREASURER GRANT (CONT'D)
Hell, Sussex, he's lookin' at me
like he don't even know what the
fuck R and R means. Now look here.
You're John, right?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yes sir.
TREASURER GRANT
You go and you take my car,
(Hands him the Buick keys)
And you take that gal out for a
night in San Antonio. That's an
order. She deserves it and I think
you know it. Tex, Raymond, Dale
Junior, you boys all go take a
night off. Go out and remember what
we're fighting for. I'm one hundred
percent serious here. Haven't we
offered this guy in here a full
diplomatic immunity package? And
those are shackles on him?
Unbelievable. Control?
INTERCOM
Yes sir?
TREASURER GRANT
Shut it on down for me. Go on now,
clear on out.
Raymond, Tex, Delbert an John all file out. We watch through
the window of the control room as Grant unshackles Griebe's
legs. He takes him in to the control room, then into a
separate door. We are now
INT. INTERROGATION BRAIN ROOM
There are massive multiple screen, huge surveillance
displays, tapes winding, strange machines whirring. Dieter
looks around, and Treasurer Grant looks at him. Grant snaps
into a nazi salute, and Dieter does the same. Grant smiles,
and moves to hug him. We have subtitled German.
TREASURER GRANT
Come embrace me as a brother,
Dieter. Your sacrifice for your
country will be remembered. You
will be one of the great men of
history. In the mean time... Hope
you've been practicing your
english, eh?
EXT. PARKING LOT, LACKLAND AFB
Tex, Raymond, Colonel Hetfield and Delbert watch John and
Gertrude drive off in the Buick. Raymond kicks a rock.
TEX
Somethin' smells like bullshit.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Probably bullshit.
TEX
How far did you get? I mean, down
your list of questions.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Far enough. Colonel, what do you
know about Treasurer Grant?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Well, he's not lyin' about his
committee. I've seen him with
Senators and, hell, I think he had
dinner with the pope last year. He
probably can pull the plug on the
whole thing. I don't think it's
terribly realistic that he would...
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Is this your liberal politics at
play her? Some kind of military
union shit?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Y'know, everybody's gotta cover
their ass, Ray.
TEX
Still smells like bullshit. I'm
going to cartography. Raymond,
what's that location?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Wewelsburg, Germany. North Rhine
Westphalia. Pretty far deep.
TEX
Right.
Tex turns on a heel. He stalks off into the night.
INT. CHANDA INDIRA'S ROOM
Doktor Purnima Indira creaks open the door to her mother's
room. She carries a plate of food.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Mama? Mama, I got us something.
CHANDA INDIRA
Oh, baby, what did you bring me?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Well, it's no Aunt Isha, but I
managed to wrangle enough
ingredients to whip up a curry...
CHANDA INDIRA
Oh, sweet baby.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Now I warn you, it's not fresh,
but, given the circumstances...
CHANDA INDIRA
It's delicious.
They chew in silence for a moment. Doktor Indira strokes her
mother's hair.
CHANDA INDIRA (CONT'D)
I had a dream, baby.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Yeah? What did you dream about?
CHANDA INDIRA
I dreamed that the woods went
forever underneath a tiny
fingernail of moon. It was so
bright. Then all at once the moon
went very full, and the woods
themselves came alive, trembling in
the timbers. They took it back,
baby. They came and they undid all
the bad things. But then I woke up,
and the moon was nowhere to be
seen.
In the far distance of the German wood, a single wolf howls a
mournful cry. It rings over Doktor Indira's chewing.
DOKTOR INDIRA
That's quite a dream, Mama.
CHANDA INDIRA
What do you think it means?
DOKTOR INDIRA
It's probably just a dream mom.
CHANDA INDIRA
But I can smell them, the, the
woods, the fir trees, the sweet
wind...
Doktor Indira exits, leaving her mother to her dreams.
INT. TREASURER GRANT'S BUICK, NIGHT
The streets flow by, the desert finally cool outside. John
and Gertrude are bathed in the passing streetlights as they
cruise. She has moved her ring back to her middle finger.
JOHN WESTCROFT
So. Uhm.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Yeah?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Ah, from, from Holland then?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Yeah.
They drive on for a few blocks, stopping at a stop light. He
looks over at her.
GERTRUDE HALSE (CONT'D)
Hi.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Hi.
They fall on each other's faces, making out through a change
of a light.
INT. SAINT ANTHONY'S HOTEL RESTAURANT
John and Gertrude sit across from one another at a dim table,
drinks and food. She is laughing, hand over mouth.
JOHN WESTCROFT
No, really, it's amazing, innit?
It's supposed to be this antique,
right? Barely thirty years old...
GERTRUDE HALSE
You know, I've heard, and this is
apparently somewhat appropriate, I
think, I've heard, that in America
it's like, one hundred years is a
real long time, but a hundred miles
is like, well,
JOHN WESTCROFT
Right up the road, right.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Right. Well, in the old world, one
hundred years ago is like, nothing,
right? But a hundred miles, now...
JOHN WESTCROFT
Right, that's like the difference
between western and eastern Europe,
isn't it?
A waiter appears with a bottle of wine.
WAITER
Compliments of Treasurer Grant,
lady.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Oh. Oh, thank you.
JOHN WESTCROFT
You know what I love about here?
GERTRUDE HALSE
That's good wine. No, John, tell me
what you love about here?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Well, You know how we're here?
GERTRUDE HALSE
You, you don't say.
JOHN WESTCROFT
No, I mean, we, we can travel so
fast now, right? We were in Russia
this time Tuesday. But, half of
that time has been in America.
Texas alone, hell. And, you know,
you can see forever over the
mountains, and forests, and
deserts, but then New York, too.
New York! Have you been there?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Only for, well, didn't see much of
it.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Gertrude, it's amazing, it's hugely
lit, and they don't ever turn off
the lights. In London or Edinburgh,
or god the burnt husks of Norway,
they call it the city that never
sleeps.
The champagne pops, their glasses fill, their glasses ting.
JOHN WESTCROFT (CONT'D)
You look positively smashing, I
must say. So,
(Sips champagne)
So what are you doing here? What,
how did you get involved with
Sussex?
GERTRUDE HALSE
Well, in, you read the papers,
John, in Holland, the powers that
be didn't want us to get rid of the
Jewish family in our basement. They
uh, they covered transportation
pretty good. I think, y'know, I
just didn't see much savagery in
those men. I think they really
really wanted my dad to, I guess,
see their light. I came home to,
John it was horrible, they burned
the whole thing down. I had
nothing, and mister Sussex found
me. He had been there trying to get
warning through to my father. When
he saw what was left for me, and I
mean, there was nothing, John.
There was, I mean... Well he
offered me a chance to emigrate to
the States. Offered me a new life.
What, what about you, John?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Surprisingly similar story. The
reich took my family dumping
weapons to lighten their loads.
Everything went in one fell swoop.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Right, so, it's personal for you
too.
JOHN WESTCROFT
That's right. The whole thing. My
family aren't Jewish, we didn't
care one way or the other. But we
were there, an easy target.
GERTRUDE HALSE
I hate, oh, god, John, look, let's
talk about something else, huh?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Sure. I'm sorry.
GERTRUDE HALSE
No, no, it's my, listen, I want you
to know that I support you all the
way. I think what you're doing is
so important right now. Seeing a
swastika hang from the Arc de
Triomphe, from the ruins of
Rotterdam, thousands of people...
JOHN WESTCROFT
Ma'am,
(He takes her hand)
I think I'm breaking my orders,
being a morbid stick in the mud.
Won't you dance with me?
She has caught herself right before tears. John leads her to
he dance floor, and soon they are both smiling, spinning amid
the sparkling ballroom, Texas decadence sparkling from the
mirrors and chandeliers.
INT. CARTOGRAPHY ROOM, LACKLAND AFB
Tex pours over maps, Raymond rifles through files.
TEX
Raymond, this is way the hell in
here. This isn't like, nazi
occupied territory. It's the heart
of the reich here, man.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
I know. I'm trying to run logistics
on transport. We've got moles near
there, but they're buried real
deep. I mean like bank employees, a
guy in a patent office.
TEX
Right? Buncha salty dogs there. We
can run peregrine with packaged
gear, but that gear can't include
explosive or ammunition. That's a
bit of a damper with insertion.
We're pretty resourceful once we
get down... Hey, Raymond? What do
we know about the staff? Who cooks
and cleans up their shitters?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Well, I don't know anything right
this minute... I love where you're
going with this. I should really
just need a few photos from inside.
Tex, Tex this is going to be
something else. These guys are
packing silver jacketed rounds.
They actually know what their up
against. I don't think you'll be
able to get much past those kind of
munitions.
TEX
All we need is to get components
into it and burn the son of a bitch
down.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
That's not it.
TEX
What?
RAYMOND SUSSEX
I mean it. This isn't a burn the
house down scenario.
TEX
What the hell are you talkin'
about?
Raymond puts the file down and takes off his glasses. He
regards Tex cooly.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
There's something I think you don't
understand about the way the third
reich does business. Look at it
like this. What if here, in the
United States, instead of costly
lab work, we did medical research
on convicts? I mean, look at how
that would work. You trade off your
sentence for having some experiment
done to you, okay? Seem like the
worst idea ever? Hell, it's
downright humane. Okay, now imagine
you have a prison population that
is never intended for
rehabilitation. The only state
sanctioned fate for them is death.
So you see, nothing to stop them
from opening up their skulls and
tinkering around, whatever. The
thing about this radically inhumane
form of research is that it's damn
effective. We're doing recon here,
John. The goal is to get Doktor
Purnima Indira out of there alive.
She's being held there with her
mother, a blind old lady in a
hospice bed. They'll kill her
mother, probably along with her if
we screw this up. You factor in
that these men have weapons that
can kill you, and Tex, we're
looking at a whole new operation.
Quite frankly, the reward isn't
worth the risk.
TEX
They're killing my kind. In silver
cages. To make weapons out of 'em.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Yeah, kind of like a bullshit
version of our project. One where
nobody gets asked. I hear they have
a silver test for every inbound
member of the work camps. We can
cripple the operation right here
and apply everything they've got to
our project. It's the kind of thing
it just doesn't make any sense to
waste. Besides, they're holding her
captive, Tex.
TEX
Right. How could we not.
INT. SAINT ANTHONY'S HOTEL, GERTRUDE'S ROOM
John and Gertrude share a smoke as dawn peeks stubborn
through the window.
GERTRUDE HALSE
So, what are you going to do when
we win the war?
JOHN WESTCROFT
I haven't made up my mind, to be
right honest with you. I've been
taken with the States. It's such a
big country here. We could buy a
car and drive the whole country.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Mmmm. That sounds nice.
John leans in and kisses her.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Sorry. I don't want to, but Tex
would have my head if I don't make
P.T.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Have your head, huh?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Well, maybe not my head, but I
wouldn't want Delbert to look at me
like that.
John gets up to leave, and she pulls him down and kisses him
again.
GERTRUDE HALSE
You'll find me when you come back?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Of course.
They embrace, then John leaves. He smiles at her before he
shuts the door, taking a long look at her.
THE WEREWOLVES OF WORLD WAR 2 PART IV
An American Werewolf in Wewelsburg
EXT. WEWELSBURG GERMANY, NIGHT
A tiny prop plane silently passes overhead. Three shaggy
shapes, each dragging a pack behind them, fling themselves
from the plane. They thump to the ground out in the forest.
They unpack clothes and a small radio, which John and Delbert
assemble. Tex radios in to Raymond.
TEX
Alpha delta alpha seven one niner,
come on back.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Copy and clear. Proceed to location
alpha.
TEX
Nineteen.
They kill the radio and bury it beneath a tarp, then a layer
of duff. They proceed towards the road. They watch from the
bush as a car pulls up, a glorious fresh Volkswagon Beetle,
driven by a young man.
TEX (CONT'D)
Really?
Tex towers over the diminutive automobile.
TEX (CONT'D)
They should have sent four of these
things.
(Observes driver)
Who the hell are you, kid?
JOHN WESTCROFT
My thoughts exactly.
BENNY GOODMAN
I'm your contact. I'm Benny
Goodman.
TEX
I thought Benny Goodman was a
banker.
JOHN WESTCROFT
I thought Benny Goodman was a Swing
man.
BENNY GOODMAN
Oh, I'm all that and then some,
hepcats. I didn't think you were
gonna bring the kitchen sink with
you...
TEX
Look at this kid! He can't be more
than fifteen!
BENNY GOODMAN
I'll be sixteen in a month! Look
guys, we can stand here gawking at
my father's automobile and wait for
Dorf and his gestapo cronies or we
can cram in here.
Whaddaya say we make the scene
before they sneak up and frisk our
whiskers?
EXT. ROAD, WEWELSBURG
They are a sight, squeezed into the tiny car; Tex shotgun and
John and Delbert in the back, their faces nearly obscured by
the packs they carry.
TEX
So, listen kid, we really
appreciate it, but I really think
your father should probably--
The car screeches to a halt.
BENNY GOODMAN
Pin them ears open for this
alligator. I'm the only contact you
got. Old man Dutten got shot in the
street two days ago cause he
slipped his lip to the wrong old
lady at bingo. Are you pickin' up
what I'm layin' down?
TEX
But, kid--
Benny turns the engine off and the headlights wink out.
BENNY GOODMAN
Quit callin' me kid. I need you to
collar my jive here. My father
hasn't handled his own letters
since the late thirties. The person
your boss, who I know as
Scarborough, has been communicating
with is me. Look, man, pops is on
his last leg, and I cut my whip for
this.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Your whip?
BENNY GOODMAN
Yeah, cat, my whip. My hair. You
know it's perfunctory for us all to
join the Hitler Youth. Can't go
blowin' my cover in the name of
fashion.
TEX
You say you're dad's on his last
leg?
BENNY GOODMAN
Bedridden, alligator.
TEX
So you've been...
BENNY GOODMAN
Now you're startin' to twist them
noggin' knobs. See, I've been
havin' to do pops' work since mom
shit the bed. When she took ill,
she was handllin' the family biz
from home, for the most part. Dad
set it up so he could do all his
consulting by mail, and at first I
was just the helpin'. Well, mom
went faster than dad, and when he
went blind, he didn't have any
choice but to use me for his eyes.
He swore up and down he didn't want
me to have anything to do with this
whole allies intrigue applesauce,
that we should turn the whole thing
over to old man Dutten, but I told
'em no way, buddy. I do so much
stuff around town anymore, this
place would probly just fall right
apart without me. Look, man, okay,
turns out old man Dutten got a, a
case of diarrhea of the mouth at
the fish fry, and Dorf and his
gestapos shot him.
Benny has been looking at Tex in the eye the whole time. His
voice has not cracked or wavered, but tears stream from his
eyes. He either doesn't notice or doesn't care.
BENNY GOODMAN (CONT'D)
They shot him in front of
everybody. The whole town. Left him
there, in the gutter, the shit
running out of his knickers and the
blood oozing out the hole in his
head. I'm scared shitless they're
gonna do it to me, but they can't
do it to my mom, and it don't
matter if they do it to my dad.
Probly be doin' the poor cat a
favor, anyway, condition he's in.
So here it is, fellas. You got one
contact here. It's me. And I'm the
the only one you're ever gonna
need. If that ain't gonna work for
you, well,
(Beat)
Well, that's why I stopped the
fuckin' car.
TEX
Well, son, ah, ah shit, man, you're
a very brave young man.
BENNY GOODMAN
Now we're cooking with gas. Look
fellas, I don't mean to snap my
cap, it's just that,
The new engine roars back to life and car is moving again.
BENNY GOODMAN (CONT'D)
Cat, I'm all alone out here. I
can't even tell anybody I like the,
I mean, you know they call it
nigger-kike music? I can't even
show off my forty-fives.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Jesus, kid, they gave you a gun?
BENNY GOODMAN
Of course I have a gun, you bozo,
but I'm talkin' about records. My
jazz singles. These blind assholes
can't handle that I listen to Jew
music, and I can only imagine what
they'd do if they knew my dear ol'
ma was half.
TEX
I don't think that would take much
imagination.
BENNY GOODMAN
Right?
TEX
Well okay then. Now, in order to
keep all that in your imagination,
we need to get this underway. Now
when we got the briefing from
Raymond--
BENNY GOODMAN
What?
TEX
When Raymond Sussex, your contact,
our unofficial--
BENNY GOODMAN
No, no, no, dammit, my contact's
name is Scarborough, my name is
Benny the bee's knee's Goodman, and
your name is agent.
(Looks into back seat)
And your name is agent, and your
name is agent. Now, agent, you were
saying?
TEX
Right. Now we were led to believe
that someone over here had access
to the laundry of the castle.
BENNY GOODMAN
Yeah, that's right. My dad owns the
company now, placed into his hands
after they killed the Jews who used
to own it.
I get the pleasure of dropping off
their linens and picking up
their... You boys know what they're
doing in there?
(Beat, silence)
They're cuttin' somethin' up in
there. I pull these blood soaked
linens, some of 'em torn to shreds.
How it works is, like this.
They pull into a garage on the side of a small laundry
business. The boys unpack themselves from the tiny car, and
we are now
INT. GARAGE, LAUNDRY COMPANY
BENNY GOODMAN
In two hours, I drive the laundry
truck to the servants entrance of
Castle Wewelsburg. I pick up the
bloody strips and freshly shit
bedspreads and take 'em down here.
TEX
You don't have to swear just to
impress us, Benny.
BENNY GOODMAN
Shut the fuck up, agent. So far you
military clods are nothing but
liability. I'll ask you for a
grammar lesson when that little
mustachioed madman is rotting in
hell. You know the castle belongs
to Himmler, right? I mean, somebody
told you?
TEX
Yeah, well, we had heard...
BENNY GOODMAN
You weren't supposed to answer
that. Matter of fact just, just
stop interrupting me. Look. I pick
up their dirty laundry in two
hours. They haven't looked twice at
me in a year. I know from my own
personal fieldwork that those boys
are always the servants at the end
of the night shift. They dump it
off with me, they don't wanna see
it anymore, they don't wanna see
me. They barely watch me dropping
off the next day's sheets. The
basket sits there for at least an
hour untended. So if there's a way
in, it's there. See, it's like,
jinky keen business as usual, only
this time I'll be dropping off,
He points a clothes hanger at the three of them, standing
there, dark, dirty, starkly contrasting the clean linen.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Us.
BENNY GOODMAN
Gettin' a handle on this thing,
agents?
They regard him grimly, acting badly, trying to seem
perturbed. The truth seethes just underneath them; they know
they are here on business, and it's a day at the grind. The
steel in their eyes glints, so obviously weapons grade.
TEX
Two hours huh?
BENNY GOODMAN
(Checking watch)
Uh, one forty-five.
Tex nods, begins digging into his pack. He pulls a map of the
castle and spreads it as John digs his black pearl handle
Colt from his bag, pulls two clips from his bedroll. John
fashions them together, then to a wide rope necklace of the
same kind theat Tex wore for his flares in the swamp. Tex has
a similar setup with a pair of large knives, while Delbert's
an empty, strange looking bundle. Benny is immediately very
interested in the pistol.
BENNY GOODMAN (CONT'D)
Oh, is that a snazzy bastard!
JOHN WESTCROFT
Like that, eh?
BENNY GOODMAN
Oh it's keen, jinky keen, sheik.
What kind of weapon is that?
JOHN WESTCROFT
It's my old commander's Colt
Nineteen Eleven.
BENNY GOODMAN
Nice, nice. What's the round?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Fires a forty five.
BENNY GOODMAN
Lotta stopping power.
TEX
Those live rounds?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Of course.
TEX
You jumped out of a fucking plane
with live god damn rounds!!
JOHN WESTCROFT
Well, what?
TEX
You, dammit, John, seriously?
Sussex, Damn, Scarborough went over
all the peregrine details, like,
what Delbert, twice? Musta been
while you were out screwin' around
with the bait--
JOHN WESTCROFT
Bait? She put her life on the line
for a fucking exercise, Tex!
BENNY GOODMAN
God you're some loose lipped cads.
You sure you're working with
intelligence? What's the big deal?
You boys jumping with faulty
parachutes?
John looks at Benny, who looks at Tex, then back. The silence
is deafening.
DELBERT
We had good parachutes.
EXT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE LAUNDRY ROOM
Smell the oil of the torches in their sconces; we are, after
all, at the back entrance to a castle. Benny pushes the huge
laundry bin up the ramp towards the servant's entrance. As he
leaves, he gives a nod to an emaciated worker at the gate.
The androgynous, starved thing looks blankly in Benny's
direction. As the basket is pulled in on a conveyor belt, at
the real entrance, the beginning of the horizontal, hands
grab the basket and pull it further in. We ride the edge of
the massive laundry basket
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE LAUNDRY ROOM
Where the torches flicker over broken, slaving workers
folding and organizing, toiling under the watch of the guard.
Tex is the first to poke his head up, drawing an immediate
point of a sub-machine gun. He flings himself at the guard, a
hail of bullets passing at that close range, steel pummeling
stone wall. John stands up, downy comforters hanging, and
wraps a pillow over his Nineteen Eleven Colt. He lets a round
fly right as Tex reaches, pulling his feet out and man
handling the SS Guard's face right into the floor, a scream
muffled on account of sudden death. The slave workers begin
to scatter.
TEX
Stop! Sto-- Arbeiten, uh, shit,
anschlag!!
We get him over subtitles, shitty English to represent his
shitty German. Maybe hard to read crayon writing.
TEX (CONT'D)
Okay, stop, work, stop. Just, wait
a minute. Now, everybody gets out
of here, just don't make any noise,
and carry on like normal, okay?
Just, just act normal, okay?
The noise coming towards the door is the stomping of boots.
Tex throws the corpse towards the basket. John and Delbert
catch it, stash it, and duck back down into the basket as Tex
hides behind hanging sheets. The two SS Guards smash the
door. Subtitles very bold.
SS GUARD LEADER
SLAVE!! WHERE IS SERGEANT HOAG!?
The emaciated worker points a feeble arm towards the door.
The two guards storm through the room, flinging the next
door, busting out into the night. Tex comes out from behind
the sheets as John and Delbert climb out of the basket. Tex
addresses the workers.
TEX
Danke Schon.
One of them nods through a daze. Tex, John, and Delbert go
through the door the guards left in splinters. We push the
camera into the gloom and we are
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE HALLWAY
TEX
What the fuck was that pillow shit,
John? You tryin' to silence it?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yeah. I heard him push his weapon
but, Tex, you heard this thing?
It's a damn banshee.
TEX
What the hell's a banshee? Some of
that sheep shagger shit of yours?
Whatever. Okay, we're at the east
entrance now. We split first down
there, at a hundred and fifty feet.
Second split at around four.
Delbert, first one's you, down into
the cells. Next one's me, up to the
lab, and John, you're straight on
till her room.
They exchange a nod and steal down the hall. Delbert breaks
off soundlessley down the stairs to the dungeon, and Tex and
John continue. An SS Guard down the hall has his sub-machine
gun in hand, back towards them as they approach. John takes
point.
He silently approaches the guard and snaps his gun downward,
jerking the guard at the neck. He smashes the guard's face on
the gun and lets him fall in a heap, scavenging the sub
machine gun. John and Tex pass, switching position. John does
not notice as the guard gets up, grabbing a torch off the
wall. He holds it over his shoulder, approaches and whistles
just a little at John, just enough to get his face turned to
take the full swing of the fiery business end. John howls,
changing as Tex's head spins. John's clothes are mostly
destroyed as he shifts, clawing apart the torso of the
assaulting guard, then in a flash back down, unharmed but his
clothing mostly shredded. He is still hanging with their
rags, breathing hard and mad at being snuck up on.
TEX (CONT'D)
Wait a minute...
(Bends, gets torch)
John hold out your, your face
there... you ain't?
JOHN WESTCROFT
If it's real hot, yeah. But like,
candles?
Tex holds the torch to his hand and burns himself, a
relatively small red mark on his hand. He shifts over it in a
wave of altering bone and fur, doing nothing. It's like he
runs his supernatural wolf shape up and down his arm, but the
burnt skin remains.
TEX
You mind?
John holds out his hand.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Wait, well, here, give me the
torch.
He grabs it and smashes it into his hand, wincing as he
grinds his hand between the stone wall and the hot torch. He
pulls it back, showing Tex his wounded, smoking hand. He runs
change down it in a blorpy, less controlled, flopping shift.
When his hand returns to normal it is slightly marred and
pink; he shifts just his hand again and it looks as though he
never mashed the torch into it.
TEX
Son of a bitch.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Right? Doesn't work so well with
much past a camp fire. They burned
some of us to death a long time
ago.
John shrugs and Tex looks thoughtful a second, then they move
on down the hall, long shadows cast by the torch sputtering
on the ground.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE, BASEMENT
Delbert slips into the gloom behind a pair of SS Guards, lets
them pass. He steals down toward the basement door, puts his
ear to it, sniffs. He gently pushes the door open, hear boots
approach, and swings it in, knocking the guard inside there
over, then shanking him a few times as he surveys the room.
He looks at the dead SS Guard and picks up his sub machine
gun. The silver cages glint, and as Delbert approaches he is
visibly disturbed. Inside the cages are corpses, and one
unconscious girl. He approaches gingerly, poking at the cage
with the gun. It's lock is a thick, masterlock thing. Delbert
Finds a piece of leftover rebar from the cage reinforcement,
and begins smashing the lock, the soft silver bending, but
the steel lock not moving. Delbert smashes harder, eventually
ripping the cage's door clean off. He motions toward the
young woman, hisses. It becomes obvious that she is
completely unconscious, so he grabs her, throws her over his
shoulder, and carefully avoids the silver cage on the way
out. He surveys the room one last time as he exits.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE HALLWAY
John creeps towards the door to what he assumes is Doktor
Indira's room. He listens at the door, and cracks it, pushing
gently. He has stumbled onto
INT. CHANDA INDIRA'S ROOM
JOHN WESTCROFT
Doktor Indira?
CHANDA INDIRA
(Sniffs him, smiles)
I knew you'd come.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Ah... Ma'am are you...
CHANDA INDIRA
Oh, I just knew you'd come! I
remember your smell from my dream!
You're so, ah, earthy!
JOHN WESTCROFT
Oh bollocks.
CHANDA INDIRA
No, No, I'm sorry, just a, a touch
excited. You're here for my
daughter. But you're... Now I
dreamed this, your name is John.
You're here for Purnima. Where have
I let my manners go? My name is
Chanda. It's a pleasure to meet
you, John.
JOHN WESTCROFT
So where is your daughter?
CHANDA INDIRA
Oh, well, I assume she'll be in the
lab. I don't rightly know.
JOHN WESTCROFT
So, you know my name, but you don't
know where your daughter is?
CHANDA INDIRA
Oh look! Oh Buddha and Jesus and
Plato! Oh, I can see you!
We push the camera into her cornea and see a grey, dead
television entirety, broken hard by the black, bristling wolf
shape that is Sergeant John Westcroft. She grabs his arm.
CHANDA INDIRA (CONT'D)
Oh, baby, you're beautiful!
JOHN WESTCROFT
Now, wait a minute, lady. You might
have guessed by name, but how do I
know you're telling me the truth
here?
CHANDA INDIRA
Oh, John, didn't I tell you? I
dreamed this already.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Ma'am, I'm terribly sorry about
whatever's ailing you, but...
CHANDA INDIRA
Oh, John, don't even get into any
of that. Listen, I know that you're
gonna take me out of here, and I
feel for you, hauling a little old
Indian lady out over you're
shoulder. It's going to be a bitch.
But I've got you on two things.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Wow, I'm really listening to this
aren't I?
CHANDA INDIRA
I know, it's starting to feel like
a waste of time, huh? But hear me
out. First, my daughter won't go
anywhere without me. It's how they
keep her here, and she thinks I
don't know. They tell me, I'm
serious. And secondly, and you'll
probably appreciate this,
(She pats his arm)
I know that you turn from man, to
wolf, and into that thing that is
neither in between, nor both, but
more than the sum of all parts. A
true son of the earth, the blood of
the moon. Oh, child, you're
beautiful.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Ma'am?
CHANDA INDIRA
Yes, boy? I mean, man, sir, yes?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Flattery will get you everywhere.
He hoists her over his shoulder, carries her out into
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE HALLWAY
CHANDA INDIRA
Oh, you probably want to grab that
weapon you left in there. Just a
suggestion.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Right. Probably a damn good one,
too. No sense living dangerously.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE THRONE ROOM
The throne faces not the room, but one wall filled with crude
closed circuit security. The fuzzy monitors are crackling,
buzzing, feeding information, casting their blue glow. A man
in a white coat prepares a syringe. He approaches the throne.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
(Subtitled)
Doktor Muller, Do you like my
perspective?
DOKTOR MULLER
You can see every nook and cranny,
can't you?
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Yes, every shadow and every shape.
The white coated Doktor Muller rolls up Taubert's sleeve,
ties him off, shoots him up. Taubert's eyes roll back.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
Tell me... You got all the files
copied? All her major notes?
DOKTOR MULLER
Yes, sir.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
I like your attitude. I think I
shall enjoy working with you. And
the, serum?
DOKTOR MULLER
Of course sir. Several samples, and
I'm going over the field notes as
we speak.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
And no more sullying my fine Aryan
tongue with that piggish English.
Oh, wait, I want the sound for this
part.
He turns a knob and we see him focus on a monitor, labelled
delicately to indicate it's location.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE HALLWAY
Tex approaches an SS Guard who stumbles slightly. Tex slows,
watches as the Guard keels over and pukes. Tex pulls the
knife from his neck and sinks it into the sick guards eye, no
honor in the kill, no battle, simple survival. It has taken
only a second to stir the Guard's brain with the tip of the
long blade. Tex takes careful appraisal of the situation. We
cut to the nazi boot, stepping on the cold castle stone. Rise
up slow over the uniform, and we see Tex grinning, checking
his reflection in the glint of his massive blade. His grin
fades as he looks down into the puke.
TEX
Oh, this shit really better work.
He smears his hands and face, shuddering. He deposits the
Guard's corpse in a closet and proceeds, pushing his way into
INT. DOKTOR INDIRA'S LAB
And immediately stumbles, hanging his head a little. The
other Guard gives loud German which we get in subtitles.
SS GUARD HELMUT
Dammit Gunther! You smell like
shit.
TEX
Enschuldigung, mein herr.
SS GUARD HELMUT
It's hard enough to do this without
being the only one who isn't
smashed every night. I know it's
just some girl we're guarding, but
you can't keep doing this...
The Guard leaves in a flurry of disgust. Doktor Indira looks
at him distractedly over a manilla file.
DOKTOR INDIRA
You're not Gunther. You're... Oh,
who cares. If you speak English,
the couch over there is where most
of the guards sleep, oh god, you're
covered in your own puke...
TEX
This here ain't my puke. This
here's dead nazi puke.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Who the hell are you?
TEX
(Removes helmet)
Ma'am, I'm Lieutenant Arthur
Rockler. My friends call me Tex. I
know we've just met, but I'm hoping
we'll be friends.
DOKTOR INDIRA
What... what outfit are you with?
TEX
American Intelligence, ma'am. Our
operation is classified at a level
beyond ultra. We are literally not
here, not in Germany, we did not
dive out of a plane and slog
through a whole mess of zombie ass
SS to get to you. And when Time
Magazine interviews you, we were
absolutely not here to pull you
from the clutches of these vile
bastards.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Nothing in this world is free. What
do you want in return?
TEX
Ma'am, despite the dubious nature
of our work, we are a one hundred
percent volunteer operation. We
were hoping we could bring you on
board due to your level of...
Expertise, in the area.
DOKTOR INDIRA
So, what, are you trying to offer
me a job?
TEX
Ma'am, I'm offering you your
freedom.
We wanna slink off into the night
with you, back to the states, put
you to work for the good guys.
She looks at him, sizing him up. She holds a small silver
pendant in her fist.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Hold out your hand Tex.
She burns him with it, stinging hand retracting and shaking.
TEX
Ow, god dammit!
DOKTOR INDIRA
A real live lycanthrope commando
unit. I'll be damned.
TEX
Okay, look, damn that stings, so,
as stated our operation is
volunteer. My job is to get you the
hell out of here, but I ain't gonna
force nothin'. I realize you don't
have any reason to trust me any
more than these goose-steppin'
racist cowards. But ma'am, you just
gotta believe me, I'm one of the
good guys.
DOKTOR INDIRA
You uh, you don't see any leg
irons, right?
TEX
No ma'am.
DOKTOR INDIRA
So you can, being with
intelligence, put together that I
am not physically restrained.
TEX
Of course.
DOKTOR INDIRA
So...
TEX
So they're keepin' you hemmed up in
here by some other means.
DOKTOR INDIRA
And so your next concern should
logically be...
TEX
How are they keeping you here?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Well done, Sherlock. It's my mom.
They're holding her hostage. I, I
won't go anywhere without her. I
can't.
TEX
Well I understand. Family's comes
first, all that. You wanna lead me
to her?
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE THRONE ROOM
Commandant Taubert and Doktor Muller watch Tex in Doktor
Indira's Lab. Again, subtitles.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
What are they doing, firtting?
DOKTOR MULLER
We must stop this now. They have
killed almost twenty men, by my
count, and I haven't even been in
here watching for the whole thing.
The cost is in German lives here,
Taubert.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Doktor Muller, we were off to such
a good start.
DOKTOR MULLER
I'm serious here! These things are
way too fast. The silver rounds in
the guns don't mean shit if they
can't draw a bead on them. Did you
see the big blond one snap out
Fred's arm when he tried to use the
silver service knife?
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
First, you prepare me a fix. You're
stressing me. Second, that guard's
name was Walter, not Fred.
Furthermore, I don't think you
actually understand the gravity of
the situation. There are events
here at play that you cannot
possibly comprehend. I am making
HEROS of these men who give their
lives for the fatherland here. In
addition, I have plans that will
not work if they are not
sufficiently off their guard.
DOKTOR MULLER
So you're killing innocent men for
your game?! It's sick!
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Doktor, you are a real doctor, yes?
DOKTOR MULLER
What does that have to do with
anything?
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Are you a medical doctor?
DOKTOR MULLER
Yes, of course.
Commandant Taubert shoots him in the leg, a fleshwound.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Then go patch yourself up. And send
in a nurse who can fix a needle.
Fool.
The bleeding Doktor Muller hobbles sobbing out, the smoke
hanging from Taubert's gun mixing with his cigarette. The
monitors flicker, and he settles his attention on them.
INT. DOKTOR INDIRA'S LAB
DOKTOR INDIRA
I'm not gonna be able to take all
my files, but I can bring the
master, plus a bunch of microfilm.
TEX
Nice. Like that microfilm.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Yeah, you really can't alter it,
you know? Kind of impossible to
forge.
TEX
Well, it's impossible to walk into
a hail of bullets or bite through
body armor, too.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Right. You bring some explosive?
TEX
Nope.
DOKTOR INDIRA
What are you going to do, chew the
god damn castle down?
TEX
Believe me, miss, my idea of a good
time would be blasting this place
straight to hell. All fifty feet of
blasting that would be...
Listen, our orders are to get you
out of here with minimal collateral
damage. I guess there's some
sentiment of saving this place for
whatever reason.
DOKTOR INDIRA
This place is pretty ancient.
TEX
They can put the rubble in a damn
museum. Whatever. We'll focus on
that next trip. Right now let's
talk about the location of your
mother.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE HALLWAY
Chanda bounces up and down on John's shoulder, flopping the
breath out of her, making her voice push in odd spots.
JOHN WESTCROFT
How did you wind up here anyway?
CHANDA INDIRA
It's kind of a long story, but to
be succinct, the nazis found my
daughter and put her to work. Put
her to work... They enslaved her is
what they did. I'm from New York
originally, and my late husband was
from Delhi. We scrimped and
scrounged and saved, to get my
beautiful daughter the best
education we could. If she wasn't
so smart, so apt, with so much
scholarship money, well... look out
here.
John shoots down an SS guard, barely breaking his stride.
JOHN WESTCROFT
So the SS got wind of her.
CHANDA INDIRA
Himmler himself oversees the
project. Of course it was sold to
her as a great job, initially, but
the way these bastards do business
is absolutely inhumane. And here...
Here is the red wolf.
Delbert rounds the corner with the girl unconscious over his
shoulder.
CHANDA INDIRA (CONT'D)
With a little silver cub!
JOHN WESTCROFT
Delbert. You find somebody to play
with there?
DELBERT
Prisoner.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Right. So, Tex should be in the
lab...
CHANDA INDIRA
He'll be coming down from there any
minute...
INT. DOKTOR INDIRA'S LAB
TEX
Alright, now we're burning dark. We
need to get this show on the road
right now.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Okay, just one last thing...
She lights a crumpled piece of paper and throws it into a
pile of files. The flames begin to crackle and rise as they
push out, into
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE HALLWAY
Where they almost collide with Delbert and John.
CHANDA INDIRA
Baby!
DOKTOR INDIRA
Mom?
CHANDA INDIRA
John and I were just talking about
you! And Look at the big gold one!
TEX
Big gold what?
CHANDA INDIRA
Why you, baby! I imagine my late
husband would have referred to you
as rakshasa, after the Hindu.
TEX
John, who the fuck is this?
JOHN WESTCROFT
It's her mom, Tex. She dreamed me.
TEX
Yeah, I had a dream I was a god
damn butterfly, and now I'm no
longer certain whether I'm a man
dreaming I'm a butterfly, or if
you're just a complete ass, John.
DELBERT
How we leaving?
DOKTOR INDIRA
How'd you get in here?
JOHN WESTCROFT
(Looks at ruined clothes)
Laundry.
TEX
Remember the mess we left in there?
We're leaving through the front
door.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Is he serious?
CHANDA INDIRA
Oh he's serious, baby.
TEX
Come on. I'm point. Let's move.
They blow the joint.
EXT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE GATES, NIGHT
I know how sour "They blow the joint" comes off, but let's
take at jolt back down to the action. They crack these huge
doors down, superhero style, to the chirping of crickets. Tex
has all the grit in his teeth and so much lead straight away,
Delbert is somehow aiming a Mauser right at the camera, an
unconscious girl slung over his shoulder, surgical with any
firearm on a dead run. They bolt down, through the trees, to
the only underpass where they could possibly stumble the last
little bit, Tex, as he guides Doktor Purnima Indira down the
treacherous bluff, and let's get at least one good shot of
them tumbling. The Black Beetle driven by Benny Goodman,
wearing a ridiculous fake moustache, almost honks. He yanks
his hand back and almost yells. He bites that back, looks
around, waves at them. We can pan back now to the show the
entrance to the laundry room, buzzing with armed men. Down
the hill, Benny has opened the car doors.
BENNY GOODMAN
Get in get in! You guys paid extra
to bungle? What's with the luggage?
DOKTOR INDIRA
I am a doctor, young man.
BENNY GOODMAN
I know that, doll. What's with the
mummy and the kid?
CHANDA INDIRA
Ha! You little sap suckin' mother-
TEX
I'll beat his ass soon as we clear
the Fatherland. How'n the fuck are
we gonna squeeze--
BENNY GOODMAN
I ditched the spare for your packs
but... wait, did you leave your
other luggage, old timer?
TEX
No, kid, fuck the packs, look, we
got three plus--
BENNY GOODMAN
Shove the girls in, you boys make
the scene on the rails. Anybody
stops us we gotta kill everybody. I
don't got time for this, you
assholes, You're gonna get me
drilled, pablo, I mean...
TEX
(Slamming the door)
Drive.
Again with the powerful span of shot; Tex rides the side of
the beetle behind the driver, Delbert forward and John rear
on the other side. They truck down the road, beneath a pale
German moon, the bloody scraps of John's clothes fluttering.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE THRONE ROOM
All the cameras show still, still footage. Doktor Muller
comes to us sparky over the intercom.
DOKTOR MULLER
They're gone.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Zvey are schtill not wer far. Zhere
ist no, no schport.
DOKTOR MULLER
Sport? This is the backbreaking
research of--
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Somevone hit him.
There is a healthy ruckus on the other end of the intercom,
followed by a brief but wild feedback squeal.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
Doo vould lechture me on tze
vresearch?
He stands, pacing hard, passing screens. An SS Guard has
entered, gently opening and closing the door.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
Doo vould, fuck, doo,
Here we go subtitles as he goes ballistic
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
You would tell me, of all people,
of all of his furher's most
trusted, loyal servants, you would
lecture me in that pig English
shit!? Oh, it's tea time in fucking
Dresden! You shit eating ass! You
want to tell me how to serve MY
ORDERS, which are MY ORDERS, you
get that straight! You get that
straight right now! I run this
whole show! I run it for MY REICH
and I answer to MY REICH and my
Reich does not answer to YOU! OR
ANY PAPER PUSHING, REPORT FILING
FLUNKIE THAT THEY'VE SENT FRESH
FROM HITLER YOUTH TO FAIL ME!!
The SS Guard has approached, gently attempting to gain
Taubert's attention. He is utterly ignored.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
YOU NEVER QUESTION ME EVER!
Somebody, somebody train a gun on
him. Muller? You looking down the
barrel of a gun? Are you?
The SS Guard tries again as Doktor Muller gives a cry through
the intercom. It's like Taubert sees him, recognizes him, and
then starts hitting him with his little riding crop.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
Don't you ever, ever, EVER think
you know anything, anything at all
about what I'm doing here--
SS GUARD KARL
Sir, you said when the time was up
to make sure...
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Oh. Right.
Commandant Taubert shoots the SS Guard in the face,
remorselessly, watching almost bored as the body crumples.
The guard watching Muller wants to shoot him so bad that he
drools a little.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
That man in here, who just died?
DOKTOR MULLER
Yes?
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
He died so you did not have to. He
can be your jesus. Freidrich?
A powerful voice emanates from the intercom, affirmative.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
Very Well. Release the bats.
At this we push out of the castle to
EXT. WEWELSBURG GERMANY, NIGHT
On a nice wide buzz, so that we can see the monstrous bug
rising from a helicopter pad inside the castle. It's huge, a
great mechanical cicada bug, fierce and steely. It thumps and
shakes the air, that ultra low thwip thwip thip that's
crashed way down underneath thwup thwup twup, powering
itsself up into the hazy air. A fire has started somewhere.
TEX
So you tellin' me she dreamed all
this?
JOHN WESTCROFT
That's what she told me, man. She
knew my name.
As the giant bug like nazi death machine draws into view, Tex
leans into the car.
TEX
Hey, lady, how much of this did you
dream?
CHANDA INDIRA
Oh, child, my dream ended when John
made it out of my room without
being shot.
TEX
Oh, that's just gonna be real
helpful. You wanna trade some god
damn recipes?
DOKTOR INDIRA
You knock that off, you hillbilly
prick! You get off barking at a
blind lady?
TEX
Jesus, you're blind too? You don't
even get to watch me tear this big
ol' thing apart?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Hey, Tex, let's havr a poke at it,
huh? Hey, uh, drive good kid. Real
fuckin' good.
John motions for Delbert's Mauser, then climbs the car to get
a prone position, kind of wrapping the car in a balancing
hug. He opens it up as the car jolts over a bump, it's
ricochet on the armor resounding.
JOHN WESTCROFT (CONT'D)
Oh that was shit!! I was robbed!
You gotta give me a fucking
mulligan!!
No one else seems to care as John dramatically cocks his
rifle. The rifle pops again, flopping off the roof of the
car. Delbert makes a sour face as John simply sets his jaw
and pulls out his Colt Nineteen Eleven. He aims again and we
somehow hear the bullet hitting flesh. The big mechanical bug
begins to wobble in the sky.
JOHN WESTCROFT (CONT'D)
I got it! I fucking got it!!
Delbert, did you fucking see that
it's like I just--
As John follows the rest of their gaze, it crashes on him as
hard as it hits us, the clank and splinter of wooden doors as
we make the door into the gloom of
INT. ABANDONED AIRSTRIP HANGER
With the wood chips still almost afly, hanging among the
sawdust particles and grit. Tex runs back to the door and
watches the giant mechanical cicada spin, swirl, explode on
the ground.
TEX
Yeah! Look at that! Son of a bitch,
John! Shit, Delbert, is that a
smile on you or is your face
crackin'?
Delbert's stoic face is tinged with the tiniest of smiles.
Benny is already starting the black prop plane.
JOHN WESTCROFT
That's bloody well right, dammit.
Doktor Indira runs to the broken door of the hangar. She
looks at the smouldering, burning wreck of the nazi war
machine, the small black plane in the hangar, her mother,
then back to Tex.
DOKTOR INDIRA
I swear to you, on all my dead
ancestors, and even the ones that
are just blind and old and sick,
from now until the day I die, I am
your woman.
Tex smiles, looks at her.
TEX
Good lookin' plane there.
BENNY GOODMAN
Yeah, it's a prototype, agent. They
call it stealth. Supposed to bounce
radar.
TEX
So that's what we've got covering
us? A black coat of paint?
BENNY GOODMAN
Look, man, the real thing we've got
going for us here is that anybody
who finds you couldn't possibly
believe what you've done. Himmler's
castle in the heart of Germany? The
powers that be couldn't possibly
believe you made it all the way in
here, let alone all the way back
out.
They load Purnima, Chanda, and the girl Delbert pulled from
the cage into the plane.
TEX
Get in, youngster.
BENNY GOODMAN
You off your rocker alligator?
TEX
Kid, they're gonna catch you and
kill you.
BENNY GOODMAN
They ain't never catchin' me. I'm
too damn smooth, old timer. Next
time you cats come to the
Fatherland we gonna be jiggin' it
up with the real Benny Goodman. You
sure you can fly this thing?
TEX
You bet your newsie lookin' ass,
Benny. Listen, thank you for all
your help.
BENNY GOODMAN
You tryin' to get sentimental on
me, agent?
Tex says it all with his eyes and his smile as he shakes
young Benny's hand. John and Delbert follow suit. We pan and
pull way out, watching the plane lift off from Wewelsburg.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE THRONE ROOM
Taubert is throwing random junk across the room. He pulls a
luger and shoots the screens for the closed circuit security,
blowing several of them out. He storms towards the door,
opens it, screams at the SS Guard outside.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
(Subtitle)
Bring Doktor Muller NOW!!
SS GUARD MORITZ
Already on the way sir.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
You almost killed me of shock
there, officer. A spark of
competence after all!
SS GUARD MORITZ
Thank you sir.
Doktor Muller enters, dragged with a fresh bandage on his
gunshot wound up towards the throne, where Taubert is seated
like a wizened nazi Conan.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Guard. Leave. Now.
The guards exit, quick, quiet, afraid of Taubert.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
Well, Doktor, what do you have to
say for yourself?
DOKTOR MULLER
What?
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
When I report to Himmler of your
grotesque failure here, what would
you like me to tell him?
We can see the rage and sense of abuse in Muller's eye. He
chokes down hard on his horrible emotion.
DOKTOR MULLER
That I, sir, that I...
(Wipes his brow)
Sir, that I...
(Looks at wound)
That I did everything I could, I
gave my all, and I would gladly die
for the reich.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
How gladly?
DOKTOR MULLER
Very gladly sir.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
And would you kill for the furher?
As well as die?
DOKTOR MULLER
Of course, sir.
Taubert studies him a long moment.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
How could you even suggest using
those American buffoons for
anything more than target practice!
For sport? SPORT? That's not sport,
Muller, it's a waste of money.
DOKTOR MULLER
Sir?
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
You shut the fuck up when I'm
taliking, god dammit!! The next
time you breach protocol to satisfy
your own damn fool curiosity, I'm
going to see if you'll die for the
Reich. Or kill. Because you will
kill, Doktor,
(Beat)
You will kill yourself, you stupid
pig.
THE WEREWOLVES OF WORLD WAR II PART V
Like laxative for blood
INT. PLANE
TEX
You know doc, sometimes I hate the
moon.
DOKTOR INDIRA
How could you hate the moon? She's
the, kind of the patron saint of
your kind...
TEX
You know somethin' about my kind,
ma'am?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Yeah, thing or two actually.
TEX
And what kind of guy do you think I
am?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Half.
TEX
What?
DOKTOR INDIRA
I said half. As in, I really don't
think you qualify as just one of
the guys.
TEX
Fair enough.
DOKTOR INDIRA
It's not really like you're just a
pack hound either. How could you
hate the moon?
TEX
Well, go 'head and look out that
window right there, and tell me
about her. What you can see.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Well, we're quite certain that it's
made of some form of volcanic rock.
TEX
No, no, tell me how it looks.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Well, it's big...
TEX
Uh-huh.
DOKTOR INDIRA
And round...
TEX
Go on.
DOKTOR INDIRA
And it's, it's beautiful, Tex.
TEX
There we go.
DOKTOR INDIRA
You hate the moon because it's
beautiful?
TEX
Well, you see that big hunk a
cheese in the sky moves me to my
very soul, sugar. Shakes me, makes
me wanna do wild shit, y'know? I
mean, I know why the dogs howl for
her. And why women's cycles are
moved by it. And the ocean. But
sometimes I look up at old
gorgeous, and I kind of lose it,
lady. I see all that natural
beauty, that free, incredible
spectacle. I mean look at her, doc,
she's amazing. I mean, can you not
tell me she's amazing? Well, see,
there it is. Free up there for
everybody. Everybody in the world.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Even the...
TEX
That's right, even the soulless,
dickless nazi bastards we just
yanked you away from get to see
her. And all they gotta do is go
outside and look. And for that
girl,
(Looks at her)
For that I wanna take every last
one of their god damn eyes.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Not one for sharing, huh?
TEX
Not with those sons of bitches.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE THRONE ROOM
Commandant Taubert watches emaciated slaves repair and
replace his closed circuit security. Doktor Muller hobbles up
to him, full of fear and hate. We of course have subtitles.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Herr Doktor.
DOKTOR MULLER
Commandant, you wanted to see me?
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Well, no, I wanted to see a
replacement for you, but... You
have surveyed the lab?
DOKTOR MULLER
Yes, sir.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
And you have seen the basement?
DOKTOR MULLER
Of course, sir.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
But you still have the files, yes?
DOKTOR MULLER
Yes sir. Complete and intact.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
And you were saying, what, that the
weapon can still be completed?
DOKTOR MULLER
Well, sir, the thing is that she
was close. Real close.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
How close?
DOKTOR MULLER
Well, in all actuality, the project
isn't that far out.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
So, you are telling me we may yet
have a product to test on the
allied scum before we win the war?
DOKTOR MULLER
Well, the trouble I'm running into
is that I still lack a specific
conjunction of reagents. I can make
this thing work, but I need another
sample, and they stole our last
one.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
All of them?
DOKTOR MULLER
No, the, the other ones were all
dead already. The only one we have
left disappeared in that tiny car.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Shit. What am I supposed to do,
round up another one? You know how
RARE these beasts are?
DOKTOR MULLER
Well, sir, It's not like I need a
full grown one.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
What the fuck do you mean?
DOKTOR MULLER
Sir, I need one, ah, in vitro.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Unborn?
He pauses at this. His countenance regains some semblance of
self control and he takes a deep breath.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
Doktor, fix my shot. And when you
are done, bring me the telephone.
Doktor Muller slinks out of the room before Taubert can find
a method or excuse to hurt him again.
INT. SAINT ANTHONY'S HOTEL, GERTRUDE HALSE'S ROOM
Gertrude Halse packs lackadaisically, apathetically throwing
clothing into her big black luggage. That's when Raymond
Sussex bursts in.
RAYMOND SUSSEX
Good, you're already mostly packed.
Listen, Gertrude, I've got the most
ominous feeling about tonight...
Too little Too late, the door pops right back open and in
strolls Treasurer Grant, followed by Dieter Griebe.
TREASURER GRANT
Raymond! Well, I suppose I should
be explaining all this to you in
detail, some reason for what I'm
doing, but...
He waves a slight wave at Dieter, who directly shoots
Raymond.
TREASURER GRANT (CONT'D)
And you, my delicate flower,
DIETER GRIEBE
Get on the fucking floor, bitch.
He grabs her violent by the hair. She screams, then is
silenced by Dieter in a quick motion a syringe in her.
DIETER GRIEBE (CONT'D)
She's it?
TREASURER GRANT
No, no, we've got the wrong people.
Pick her the fuck up you stupid
turd! Now! I'm calling the cleanup
crew right now. Hurry, you fucking
wart!
Grant heads to the phone on the dresser, and we fade out
while Dieter begins to lift Gertrude up.
EXT. LACKLAND AFB
We watch from far out as the plane descends towards the
airstrip and lands. The lot of them climb out, an odd clump
of strange looking people on the tarmac.
DOKTOR INDIRA
My soul for a hot bath.
TEX
Tell you what little missy,
(Stops, looks at her)
I'll point you in the direction of
the ladies room without even so
much as collateral for your soul.
It's like the first time she has ever smiled, and the warmth
of it even surprises her.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Thank you, Tex. I just need a bath
and a spot to dump off mom and we
can get right into it.
TEX
Miss, don't you think you might
wanna take a day or two to get your
head straight?
DOKTOR INDIRA
No. Matter of fact hell no, Tex.
You know what I want?
(Beat)
Tex, I want blood.
TEX
I like your attitude Doctor.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Thanks. What kind of labs are we
working with here? You boys got
some kind of centrifuge?
TEX
Uhm... Sure. I'm sure there's the
finest the U.S. Military can offer
scientifically... What would you
need a centrifuge for?
DOKTOR INDIRA
I need to separate specimens in an
order to get the banding right. The
amino acids need to be isolated
without ultraviolet so the nutrinos
aren't tampering with the shift. I
wanna watch the blood itself during
change but...
TEX
What the hell are you talking
about?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Well, you said you wanted to hire
me, right? You said there was a job
offer here.
TEX
Well, yeah, but first off, that's
all greek to me. I don't have the
slightest clue what you mean except
for the ultraviolet thing.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Right, and there's a sun and moon
thing, like, Tex, you know
moonlight is just reflected
sunlight?
TEX
My, how monotheistic of you.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Right? So, if I'm to develope a
serum, I'm gonna need--
TEX
Serum? What serum?
DOKTOR INDIRA
The serum to, look, didn't they
brief you on what we were doing?
Tex opens the door for Doktor Indira, and the whole crew
moves into the
INT. LACKLAND AFB
Without letting the conversation pause.
TEX
Yeah. Gettin' pulled out of there
by Tex Rockler and his nazi killing
crew. That's what you were doing.
DOKTOR INDIRA
No, I mean, okay, look, the serum
would be used to create a super
soldier. One not afraid of guns,
knives, a, a war machine, Tex.
TEX
Oh. Wait. I see. Guys? You meet me
in Raymond's office?
JOHN WESTCROFT
You got it. We'll get Chanda
straight to medical, along with the
youngster there.
TEX
For sure. She alive?
JOHN WESTCROFT
The girl? Sure. Catatonic, but...
TEX
Gotcha. I won't be long. Doctor?
Tex and Doktor Indira break off from the group down another
hallway. They approach a men's room.
TEX (CONT'D)
Gimme a sec.
Tex walks in, we wait a second. He comes back out and motions
her into the restroom.
INT. MEN'S ROOM
Tex shuts the door and turns a lock. He peels off his
clothing and Doktor Indira is instantly uncomfortable.
TEX
Oh, don't you wish. I'm just trying
to save my shirt. I'ma show you why
we were sent to get you. I mean,
you get that, if you shoot anybody
with a silver bullet, there's gonna
be a hole in 'em? Like if you shot
Joe Schmoe on the street, with a
silver bullet, it'll kill 'em?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Yeah...
His clothes hung up, he stretches, and stretches, and
stretches. He is massive, hunched up beneath the eight foot
ceiling. His shaggy gold coat and green, human eyes glint in
the dingy yellow bathroom. She is entranced, astounded.
TEX
Well, a silver bullet'll fuck my
shit up, but if you wanna try
straight round from a pistol, I'll
let you. Startin' to get to be like
bee stings anyway.
DOKTOR INDIRA
You're huge. And you're not talking
out loud.
TEX
I'm not am I? Shit.
She approaches and puts a hand on his massive, hirsute arm. a
smile creeps over her.
DOKTOR INDIRA
I've never seen one so healthy
before. You already have the serum?
TEX
Serum? Ma'am, I'm from Texas.
DOKTOR INDIRA
You're telling me you aren't a
project?
TEX
Well I most definitely am a
project.
DOKTOR INDIRA
But you were... You were born this
way, like our specimens...
TEX
Specimens?
He shifts down into a wolf, sits on his haunches.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Hey, look, they were gonna kill my
mom, man. I'm sorry to be selfish,
but what would you do?
TEX
You do have a point there. No, I
get it. The way those bastards
operate is pretty evil.
DOKTOR INDIRA
How fast can you move like that?
She is still touching him, petting the huge golden hound.
TEX
Yeah, behind the ears, and under
the chin. Oh, yeah... it's like a
big tongue but ah... I can...
that's good... I can do a mile in a
minute with terrain.
DOKTOR INDIRA
So... for a job...
TEX
(His leg is kicking)
Ah... Yeah well, we're in the
interest of developing the existing
weapons...
DOKTOR INDIRA
Elastic backed body armor.
TEX
Huh?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Silver rounds right? Well... Body
armor. We'll take measurements for
your change... How many of you are
there?
TEX
Near as I know, three.
DOKTOR INDIRA
See, the nazis had me developing a
system or serum or, well, the means
didn't matter, but like, a program
to give the, the gene, y'know? The
changings to already loyal troops.
(Beat)
Get me to my files.
INT. RAYMOND SUSSEX'S OFFICE
John and Delbert enter, the receptionist is a smartly dressed
woman behind a large metal desk. John and Delbert both salute
her.
RECEPTIONIST
Why good afternoon, gentlemen. What
can I do for you?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Mister Sussex, please.
RECEPTIONIST
Oh I'm sorry, I'm afraid he's
stepped out.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Would it be a bother if we wait
here for the rest of our crew?
RECEPTIONIST
No problem, boys. Have a seat.
John and Delbert twiddle their thumbs a bit until Tex enters.
TEX
Boys? What's the hold up?
JOHN WESTCROFT
He's not here.
TEX
What?
RECEPTIONIST
Mister Sussex isn't in right now
sir. May I leave a message?
TEX
No, no message, where the hell is
he?
RECEPTIONIST
I'm sorry sir, I'm not at liberty
to discuss his whereabouts.
TEX
Log my security, miss, Alpha Delta
Alpha Seven One Nine. I understand
that information is provided on a
need to know basis, but you can
take it too the bank I need to
know.
She thumbs a rolodex and looks up at him warily.
RECEPTIONIST
Mister Sussex has gone to the Saint
Anthony Hotel.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Let's get ramblin', eh?
TEX
Aw, John, that was so cute. Fuggin'
hilarious with that cockney accent
of yours but, yeah, thank you miss.
EXT. SAINT ANTHONY'S HOTEL
As the three of them pull up, sirens wail and the lobby
buzzes with people. We overhear bits of conversation
involving gunshot noise, thumps, the smell of chaos.
TEX
I don't like this shit one bit.
JOHN WESTCROFT
What the hell are we looking at?
None of them speak as they exit the car.
DELBERT
Bedlam.
We cross the foyer, passing the rich doors.
INT. SAINT ANTHONY'S HOTEL
The boys approach the lobby and see Colonel Hetfield
scurrying up to them right away, having instantly recognized
them.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Boys!! Boys, Tex, damn, it's good
to see you, damn... You are a sight
for sore eyes, Texan.
CUT TO:
INT. SAINT ANTHONY'S HOTEL, KITCHEN
TEX
Uncle. Uncle, I don't think you've
formally met the boys. This is
Special Agent Delbert Yazzie and
Sergeant John Westcroft. Men, I'd
like you to meet my uncle Colonel
Dale Stewart Hetfield. I'm not sure
if you caught their names proper
last time.
COLONEL HETFIELD
(Shaking their hands)
Guys it's, it's a real pleasure.
I've heard so much about you. I'm,
listen, this breaks my heart, guys,
come, come on and sit down. We
gotta have us a little pow wow.
TEX
What's up?
COLONEL HETFIELD
It's been real rough here on the
homefront, boys. I've got some
terrible news, and I can't really
candy coat it, so I'm gonna let it
rip, right here. They killed Ray.
TEX
Oh god dammit...
COLONEL HETFIELD
Look, just, just sit back down,
Tex. Ya'll stay put now, cause this
next parts a bitch. John, they took
your wife.
DELBERT
Didn't know you had a wife.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Neither did I. What do you mean, my
wife?
COLONEL HETFIELD
The gal? The little lady what's
been stayin' here, Raymond
introduced you? Grant was talking
all about her.
I mean, it was like yesterday, he
was tellin' me about your wife,
John. You are John Halse, right?
Tex begins to laugh, sick, sad, fierce. John shakes his head
and Delbert gives a real genuine smile.
TEX
Oh, I, I bet that was a shitty
date, man...
(Wiping eyes, then flips)
And now Sussex's FUCKING DEAD!
JOHN WESTCROFT
Sir, my last name is Westcroft.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Well ain't that a conundrum.
TEX
So they stole his fake wife? And
why didn't you say somethin', John,
I thought you said your whole
family had died back on the farm,
back in sheep shagger land--
JOHN WESTCROFT
Tex, she didn't exactly propose to
me in the hotel there. I'm not
married, I just barely met the
girl, but I wasn't that drunk, we
didn't go to a priest.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Well, maybe you damn should have,
son. Cause they took her, and they
took her cause she's got your seed.
TEX
Damn, uncle, how do you know all
this?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Cause he called me to gloat about
it. From a little dock right
outside of Houston. About four
hours ago.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Who, dammit, who called you to
gloat?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Grant.
TEX
Son of a bitch I knew it! I knew it
from all the way back, remember,
that dinner with Bert Walker down
here? With the singer gal? Hell,
what was I, eleven?
COLONEL HETFIELD
Well, it's a good thing you
bothered to god damn say anything
about it, Tex.
TEX
Where the fuck are they?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Yeah? Let's smash some fucking
heads! You said they're only four
hours away!
COLONEL HETFIELD
I don't think you're getting it.
They told me where they're going
and how they're getting there. The
tour boat they're on will debark in
Morocco, and they take a leisurely
tour. Right back.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Wewelsburg.
COLONEL HETFIELD
So we know where, but not really
when.
TEX
Looks like we need to get word to
Benny Goodman.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Right, turn on the phonograph and
get drunk. Nice and positive, Tex.
JOHN WESTCROFT
He means our intel contact. We'll
need Raymond's files.
INT. LACKLAND AFB R&D LAB
Doktor Indira measures John, Delbert and Tex, while making
notes on a combination blueprint/sewing pattern. Colonel
Hetfield flips files and watches the men go into their huge
half-wolf stage, then wolf stage, then flipping more pages.
COLONEL HETFIELD
Got it here, Benny Goodman, and
over there it is... It is right
about business time at the laundry.
He dials a million numbers making the international call.
COLONEL HETFIELD (CONT'D)
Ah, shit, ah, schprecken pleezen
der Benny Goodman, Yah?
BENNY GOODMAN
Oh, jesus, this can't be
Scarborough... Look prank caller
prank caller, don't call here...
John snatches the phone from Colonel Hetfield.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Benny this is Agent, over.
BENNY GOODMAN
Shit, what do you want you cheeky
bastard? This is applesauce! You
imbeciles are gonna cook my goose!
JOHN WESTCROFT
Love that lip on you, cad. Now
listen, we're coming back to burn
the pumpkin patch down. You follow
me?
BENNY GOODMAN
Yeah, yeah, baby. I'm pickin' up
what you're layin' down. I'm
chowin' down what you're throwin
up. I'm scarfin' what your barfin'.
What time you wanna make the scene?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Soon, real soon, junior. Now we've
got a spot of real trouble with a
certain individual coming into
town...
BENNY GOODMAN
Oh, the foreign dignitary? They say
he's from Italy, but dig this, he's
from Texas.
JOHN WESTCROFT
You love your job, don't you?
BENNY GOODMAN
Love my job sir. Positively
infatuated. Well, I love all my
jobs, but this one shakes the tail
feather. Anyway, before you started
telling me how good my racket was,
I was showin' you. I pick up the
Italian Embassador of devastating
bebop or whatever, his niece, and
his nephew in Stuttgart on friday.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Three days then. We'll see you in
four.
BENNY GOODMAN
Same pickup? Same crew?
JOHN WESTCROFT
We're just in the pocket, huh?
BENNY GOODMAN
Swingin'.
The phone clanks down, and Doktor Indira puts a field syringe
in his hand.
DOKTOR INDIRA
All right, let me just check my
findings. Vulnerabilities
include...
TEX
Silver. Fire. Well, except for John
here, sorta.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Not what's inside a train engine,
but I can roll in a campfire and
walk out, yeah.
DOKTOR INDIRA
The claws and teeth of one of your
own kind?
TEX
Make a note, Doc, that those'll
work even if separated from one of
our own kind.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Also total physical disassembly.
TEX
Yeah, blend one of us up real fine,
yeah, that'll do it.
DELBERT
Painted bullets.
TEX
Delbert I'm assuming you don't mean
a can of sears and roebuck
whitewash, man, you wanna
elucidate?
DELBERT
Bullets painted with the ashes of a
holy man.
TEX
Well, at this point it seems more
economical to melt the crosses than
the clergy.
DOKTOR INDIRA
The most usable of these seems to
be silver, in my research.
Although Delbert, I will make a
note of your suggestion. Now...
(Gestures toward syringe)
Ever been shot?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Hundreds of times.
DOKTOR INDIRA
God, you just wave it around, huh?
No, jackass, ever shot yourself?
With one of these?
JOHN WESTCROFT
No, what's the process?
DOKTOR INDIRA
You bite it and stab yourself with
it.
She demonstrates, he seems to get it.
JOHN WESTCROFT
What's in it?
DOKTOR INDIRA
Oh, just a little bacteria that
eats silver. And the oxides it
exudes.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Really?
DOKTOR INDIRA
I'm not going to act like I won't
lose a limb if I don't ask, so,
volunteers?
TEX
Right here.
DOKTOR INDIRA
This is going to hurt. Maybe like
nothing that has ever hurt before.
He shows her some skin and she shanks hard.
DOKTOR INDIRA (CONT'D)
Do it, do it!
He writhes in pain, screaming. He fumbles blindly, managing
at last to awkwardly stick himself with the field syringe. It
seems to do nothing for him.
JOHN WESTCROFT
Change around it!! Shift the spot!!
Muscle and bone alters, and the silver wound belches smoke
and blood. Soon, it's a tiny, faint scar line.
DOKTOR INDIRA
Now, the body armor is folding,
sliding plate system. You aren't a
uniform size, so...
INT. ZEPPELIN, NIGHT
The sky over Wewelsburg is alive with a gunshot. The assorted
passengers scream as Tex flings a uniformed nazi through a
window. We get his jagged subtitles again.
TEX
You tell them everything you saw!
And with that, Tex, John, and Delbert jump out after the
corpse, straight down into the same patch of forest they
landed in earlier. Baggy clothing shreds to reveal a black
stretchy armor, gear tucked into close fitting bags. They
head for the road. Benny wordlessly drives out. This time,
the boys climb right in through a sewer grate, Tex snatching
the cover open, fast change rippling. They steal into a
hallway and Delbert silently spins a guard's head clean off.
They pack off, John taking lead. They split at a juncture,
disappearing in their dull black armor.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE HALLWAY
Torches burn off oily smoke, casting sputtering light. A
guard yawns and then turns toward a tiny sound, towards us.
It becomes a "psst" in the black.
SS GUARD HENDRIK
Hallo?
JOHN WESTCROFT
Hey what's it doing?
SS GUARD HENDRIK
(Wary)
Identify Yourself!
As the guard approaches, we see Tex behind him, stretching
into the massive half wolf, now clad in black armor, stalking
down the corridor.
JOHN WESTCROFT
I don't really think you need to
worry about me so much. Now This
other guy here, This is Tex. He's
from Connecticut.
The guard flies a burst of sub machine gun fire into the
dark, and a lucky shot plies a scream from John. Tex charges,
shreds the poor bastard. Delbert brings the torch down the
way, and we watch John shooting himself in the dim light with
the syringe. The anti-silver takes effect as he shudders. His
face has been hit, and he bubbles back up most of it.
TEX
Don't you ever fuckin' joke about
be me bein' from Connecticut again,
god dammit.
John's face is back enough to smile, sick under blood and
steadily altering muscle.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE THRONE ROOM
Where we see Gertrude Halse tied to a chair. Doktor Muller
prepares syringes and the video monitors flicker. Treasurer
Grant and Dieter Griebe watch Taubert as he talks to Gertrude
despite her unconsciousness.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT
Ah. Zhat you could shee zhe froot
of your loinz.
(Subtitled, now )
Bring to me the first volunteer!
Muller shoots up an SS guard, who immediately begins to
shift. Taubert begins to laugh.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
Look here! Look at the new breed of
the reich! The proof that the Aryan
is the supreme man! Look at me!!
The other guards watch in stunned silence. Taubert shoots the
changing guard, then holds him with the look in his eyes. The
hairy, unstable thing spits the bullet and a little smoke. It
is somehow obedient through its frenzy.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
Make no mistake! I still hold your
very lives in my hand!
He pulls a different gun and executes the first of the new
breed of SS soldier. He weeps.
COMMANDANT TAUBERT (CONT'D)
You must kill your babies, men. Now
line up for your shots, and pay
attention to the security vision
screens. That is what you hunt.
You wanna go in through the monitor? Descend through the
floors? Either way, let's make the scene at
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE BASEMENT
Where Tex and Delbert and John systematically sweep the room,
stretchy, wolf shaped black metal blurs tumbling death. They
scramble stairs, shuffle the hall and burst into
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE DINING ROOM
Where they dump a load of explosive and hide a bundle of TNT
with a timer. The sound of the howling and scrabbling rises
up, then the mutated SS half-wolves explode into the room.
The scrap is fierce. Their weapons are their claws and teeth,
and we see the resilience of the armor and the experience of
Tex, Delbert, and John working as a team, as a trained pack.
They storm up towards the throne room, where we see Deiter
Griebe and Treasurer Grant bolt down a separate hallway
Delbert and John chase down Griebe and Grant, while John
storms up to the throne room.
INT. DOKTOR INDIRA'S LAB
Griebe and Grant stumble into the lab, knocking over
equipment in their panic.
TREASURER GRANT
Where the fuck are we? Where's the
way out? I thought you said you
knew where we were going!
DIETER GRIEBE
I did! Didn't you see those things
that were down there? Where is a
guard, or guard's gun? A silver--
The door erupts, spitting Tex and Delbert volcanic into the
small lab. Tex wraps a claw around Grant's head, holds him
up.
TEX
Where is she?
TREASURER GRANT
You piece of shit. You know right
where she is. You can smell her.
You really just wanted to--
(Coughs)
To stop and torture me. Or did you
really want to ask me something?
TEX
How could you? Sell your country,
your SOUL, damn, I mean, what did
they offer you?
TREASURER GRANT
In the States, I can be a senator,
maybe even president. I was gonna
be the King of Texas, get it? A
KING! Come to think of it, I think
I still will.
He pulls a gun and shoots Tex in the leg. As he does, Tex
howls and twists his arm off. Dieter Griebe dies at Delbert's
hands, quick, quiet.
TEX
Texas ain't never gonna have no
king, you piece of shit. You
obviously have missed the whole
point of the Lone Star State.
Tex lets him scream for a minute. He casts a long look at the
semi-burnt pile of files. He eviscerates Grant, tosses the
body in disgust.
INT. WEWELSBURG CASTLE THRONE ROOM
Commandant Taubert's elbows hang over the side of the chair,
the security screens casting blue in the room. Doktor Muller
is nowhere to be found. A flutter of black passes through the
lit area, a vague blur. Gertrude Halse sleeps in her bonds,
snoring in her chair.
JOHN WESTCROFT
So you gonna shoot yourself up?
Gonna take some of that stolen
serum and see if you can stand up
against me?
A scratch of feet and a location of voice change.
JOHN WESTCROFT (CONT'D)
Well stand up!! Climb on up from
man, to share turnskin blood!!
He is preternaturally fast spinning the throne, a massive
black weapon whipping the chair in a tight half cyclone. The
gun flies from his limp hand, clacking to the floor across
the room. We get the close up on Taubert's face, smoking hole
and blood soaked chair. He has committed suicide.
JOHN WESTCROFT (CONT'D)
Bastard.
He goes over to Gertrude, unties her, throws her over her
shoulder.
EXT. WEWELSBURG GERMANY, NIGHT
The boys trundle down the hill as the bomb goes off, blowing
down most of one tower.
DELBERT
Wish we had more dynamite.
They meet back with Benny as we see parts of town in the
distance bustle. They all fit in the car this time. They
arrive again at the abandoned airport hanger. Gertrude wakes
up in the car.
GERTRUDE HALSE
Oh my god... Where, where are we?
JOHN WESTCROFT
We're a long way from home, lady.
But we're on our way. Come on out,
come on, lets look at the plane.
TEX
Amazed they aren't on to you, kid.
BENNY GOODMAN
Hell, cat, they probly are. Thing
is, I don't think they care. It's
like, I'm a special guy.
TEX
Still, you don't think you should
maybe, at least check the car?
BENNY GOODMAN
Sure, jack. Dig my blinker.
As Benny hits the blinker, the fine automobile erupts in a
huge gout of flame. The fire catches the plane, which erupts
as well. John has covered Gertrude, but Benny is a charred
skeleton. We take a long pull out and watch the smoke pillar
up into the gloom.
JOHN WESTCROFT
How the hell are we gonna get home?
TEX
How the hell are we gonna get out
of Germany?
EXT. HARBOR, NEW YORK CITY
We hear the seagulls and the ringing bell that we always hear
at the docks. A fishing boat pulls in, and we see John,
Gertrude, Tex and Delbert about to get off the boat.
CAPTAIN
All right. Three hundred dollars
and passage. If ye ever decide to
sail again, you know where to find
me.
Tex and John have grown long beards, and they are all
toughened by the sea and the sun and the voyage. As they make
their way into the city, people are cheering, leaning on car
horns, celebrating.
TEX
What, what's happening here?
PASSERBY
You haven't heard? It's over!! The
war is over, we won!!
As they enter New York, we pan up over the city, the ticker
tape parade, and the sound of the city celebrating victory.
FADE OUT.
THE END
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