Previously on “I Need Your Car”…
A collage of selected scenes from Segments 1-5 are shown. These include Jalar’s plot revelation to Callie, her escape, the FBI arrival and the start of fighting, Tilpot and the media in their chopper, the Clear Water chopper leaving, and the final scene from Segment 5, in which Arthur and Jerri are faced with a control room all in Arabic and no idea how to stop the bomb.
EXT. BUILDING AREA OUTSIDE SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, DRILLING FACILITY - DAY – CONTINUOUS Jihadi fighters, most of them armed, are running past the buildings, toward the drill, shouting battle cries. Leading one group is Husam.
EXT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, DRILLING FACILITY, PLATFORM, DAY – CONTINUOUS Jihadi shouting can be heard off-screen, getting closer.
Moving around the platform, Dave, shotgun in hand, has been watching the fighters approaching. Wade jogs out of the control room with the two AK’s. He tosses one to Dave and waves cheerily at him with the one he just acquired. Each slides to a prone position on a platform corner – Dave farther from the stairs and Wade nearer.
EXT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, DRILLING FACILITY AREA, DAY - CONTINUOUS The combined result is that each of the four FBI agents is in a corner of a square – Wade and Dave on top and Hank and Sam under the van below – giving them possible lines of fire in all the directions from which an attack could come.
Five armed jihadis appear from between two of the buildings, running toward the left (Dave’s and Sam’s) flank. They are shouting angry, confident battle slogans.
Four more, also shouting, charge from the right (Hank’s and Wade’s) flank. The two-pronged attack is a clear attempt to take back the drill
Because the attackers are running, they’re shooting wildly. Still, nearly all the fire is concentrated around the van, except when shots can be taken toward the platform without hitting the control room.
All four agents open fire, aiming carefully and using single-shot mode.
Two jihadis fall on the left and one on the right, with another wounded there.
The two remaining on the right make it to the derrick structure (in back of Hank and Sam) and start to sneak down along it, seeking to get under the platform and either come up the stairs or attack the van from behind. But Wade sees this from his vantage point, leans out and shoots at them from above, with help from Hank, swiveling around below. One of the two falls, the other retreats, and the remaining enemy fighters melt back into the buildings.
Hank and Wade exchange relieved nods, followed by Hank with Sam and Wade with Dave.
EXT. CLEAR WATER LANDING STRIP, DAY – CONTINUOUS The EPA helicopter has landed. About 200 feet away, the Clear Water helicopter, propellers turning, starts ascending.
INT. EPA HELICOPTER, DAY – CONTINUOUS Tilpot
(watching it angrily)
I knew it!
(turns to Gladand)
He’s trying to escape. We’ve got to stop him.
Tell your pilot to-
(putting arm on Tilpot’s shoulder)
No. Think. You want to fly after them all over these mountains? We have no idea where they’re going… or if Davis is on board.
Oh, he is. I’m sure he is.
Surely there’s a dispatcher or somebody inside. We can make them tell us where Davis went. The media will see us as clever and tough.
INT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, TUNNEL, DAY - CONTINUOUS Callie is running along the tunnel, heading toward the sunlight at its end. She emerges…
EXT. FOREST AREA OUTSIDE SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, DAY - CONTINUOUS … Into a forested area, with a partially concealed access to the entry road. Tire tracks and broken bushes show where the pickup truck went through earlier.
The flower van and the four Americans can be seen in the meadow up to the right.
I don’t believe it.
Clumsy in her apparel, she runs uphill toward the van. On the way, she rips off the hijab, then, slowing a bit to do so, removes the burqa.
The burqa is just coming off as she appears to Jack and the others. Underneath is her scanty leather outfit.
Ray prudently aims his M4 her way.
Jack sees this, waves him off.
Hold it, Ray!
She could be hiding a bomb!
(indicating Callie’s attire)
Next to Ray, Clyde is taking all this in.
Man, it’s her! And hotter than ever.
I better help her.
He starts running down toward Callie. She’s about 200 feet away.
A lone jihadi emerges from the tunnel, into the meadow, firing an AK. A shot hits Clyde in the shoulder area. He staggers and falls. A couple of shots also kick up dirt near the running Callie, but Jack and Hoshi take out the jihadi with fire from the sides.
Holding his M4 in one hand and the van’s first-aid kit in the other, Ray jogs down the hill. Hoshi comes in from the side and Ray hands the kit off to him.
AK raised, Jack steps into the meadow, standing guard.
Callie arrives where Clyde lies on the ground about the same time Hoshi and Ray do. Clyde’s been hit in the shoulder. Hoshi starts patching the wound.
Callie bends down over Clyde.
That was really brave.
(to Callie, ignoring Ray)
Yeah, well, I didn’t want to lose you.
But I’m probably a goner now. Maybe you could just give me…
… one last thing to remember you by?
(hoarse whisper, raising the hand of his unwounded arm toward his lips)
She sighs, leans down, intending to kiss him.
About an inch away from this happening, Hoshi (who’s been paying no attention to this side drama) speaks up.
Looks like he’ll be fine. Didn’t even hit any bones.
A few inches above Clyde’s lips, Callie stops, then redirects her kiss to Clyde’s cheek, after which she rises up and smiles amiably down on him (also glancing shyly around at the others).
Clyde groans – not from pain this time.
EXT. CLEAR WATER LANDING STRIP, DAY – CONTINUOUS The EPA helicopter entourage, followed by the media, is walking toward the small hangar/office building. There’s a large door for aircraft (which is closed) and a regular (about 3-foot-wide) metal door next to it. Tilpot looks up angrily one more time at the rapidly disappearing Clear Water chopper, then, leads everyone through the metal door.
INT. CLEAR WATER HANGAR, DAY – CONTINUOUS The Tilpot entourage enters the hangar. To the right is an office with the door open. Tilpot stops, looks in.
It’s nothing fancy – just a couple of older desks with computers – one at the front, one at the back - with maps on the walls and a couple of bookcases. A framed photo on one desk shows two men of large, similar build and facial appearance, aged about 45 and 20, proudly showing off a large fish that one of them must have caught.
The only one in the office is a middle-aged woman, BETH. She’s sitting at the first desk, placidly typing.
As the following conversation takes place, the TV people set up and start filming. Beth shows no concern about this.
May I help you?
I am Hiram G. Tilpot, the FBI’s regional director. This is Roger Gladand from the Environmental Protection Agency. We demand to see Davis.
Could you be more specific?
Don’t get smart with me. We’re here on official business.
I don’t mean to be. There’s Bill Davis, our CEO, and his son Wes, the lead foreman. Which one would you like?
Bill Davis. He knew that federal officials were flying in today, so our being here should come as no surprise.
I’m sorry, he’s gone at the moment. But I can give you the card for our company lawyer, Mr. Stockton. His office is in Idaho Falls.
(about ready to explode)
Where did Davis go?
Oh, that was his helicopter you passed on your way in. He heard sustained gunfire down at the SustainCo facility and thought it would be a good idea to fly over and see what the problem was.
Tilpot gapes at her.
Yes. I suppose you couldn’t hear it out there just now because of your helicopter engines.
The color seems to have gone out of Tilpot’s face.
Would you care to wait? I could find more chairs.
Hiram, can we fly back down there? I’d like to check out the gunfire too. That could get me the lead story tonight.
EXT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, DRILLING FACILITY AREA, DAY - CONTINUOUS Both van tires are now flat, having been hit by numerous bullets. Lying under the van, Hank and Sam are constantly sliding around, checking from side to side for threats within their view areas. Shots come in sporadically.
The smoke has mostly cleared. About 15 jihadis are currently involved, popping up here and there, moving about, hiding behind cover at various distances. But they shoot without much aiming. Five dead jihadis are now sprawled on the pavement between the rig and the buildings.
The closest attack point is a small, one-room hut, only about 120 feet away, which has a large window facing the drill area. The glass in it is gone; shots keep coming through it at Hank and Sam’s position.
Other than a ragged, bloody rip on Sam’s left ear (visible because of her ponytail) and a small blood stain on Hank’s right side, the four defenders are in good shape, and they’re obviously conserving their ammo.
The pickup from the tunnel (left side) now rolls in from their left. Amin is driving, and Husam, Uqbah and two others are standing in back, weapons blazing. But shots from Hank, Dave and Sam kill one of the men in back and nick Uqbah’s arm. Others hit the windshield and blow a front tire, causing Amin to lose control. The pickup swerves and crashes onto its side, the men sprawling around it. Husam and Amin, try to continue the attack on foot, but Uqbah (looking scared at the blood on his arm) backs away toward the buildings, and the other jihadi follows his example. Husam looks angry, but he and Amin are forced to retreat as well. Finding Uqbah back at the buildings, Husam is seen berating him in Arabic and slapping him.
During this attack, Hank grabs the grenade, but doesn’t use it when he sees the retreat.
We’ll be sitting ducks if they use grenades.
Or anything big. But I don’t think they will. I think they’re afraid of wrecking the control room. How’s your…?
(touches an ear)
My earrings’ll fit better now. Your side?
No worries. Wrap this up, make it home in time for dinner.
Shots come in from one of the buildings, just missing. They share a hard glance, then it’s back to work.
EXT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, TUNNEL, DAY – CONTINUOUS The tunnel is empty except for Jack, Callie and Hoshi. They have just come into the tunnel from the meadow. Still barefoot, she’s put back on her burqa and hijab. The two men are also disguised, in thobes and keffiyehs (which they obviously stripped from dead jihadis) and carrying AK-47s.
I always thought clothes like these would feel hot. But they’re not so bad.
(disdainfully indicating her burqa)
Try wearing one of these.
Jack and Hoshi exchange “owned” looks.
They've reached the intersection with the cross-tunnel.
So where to now?
(pointing up the other tunnel)
A few came from there last time.
Maybe it opens out near the drill. I vote we go that way.
You think they’ve got any more of these?
(waves at the tunnel)
Why would they even build them?
To hide stuff?
Sure, in case Tilpot’s people ever decided to drop by.
Are you sure you want to stay with us? We don’t know what we’ll run into. You got us some great intel already. But if they catch you again…
I know. But where else would I go? I want to help.
Jack looks at Hoshi, who shrugs.
He leads them down the cross-tunnel.
EXT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, MEADOW, DAY – CONTINUOUS Clyde is at the wheel of the flower van, which is bumping along out of the meadow, dodging the trees between it and the SustainCo access road (visible about 200 feet ahead).
Ray is in the passenger seat, AK in his hands, eyes darting around the terrain. They make quite a contrast, with Ray still in his FBI gear, and Clyde in his baggy shorts and tank top, with a bulletproof vest hanging loosely in front and a bandage over his left shoulder under the shirt strap.
There’s a dip and the van lurches momentarily to its right, nearly tipping over.
INT. FLOWER VAN, DRIVING – CONTINUOUS Ray
I told you, go slow through here.
(sulkily, slowing only slightly)
I still don’t see why I couldn’t have been assigned to the chick’s team.
We’ve been over that. You’d be too much of a liability.
Like insurance? Wouldn’t that be a good thing?
Ray shakes his head.
EXT. MOUNTAINOUS TERRAIN, TWO-LANE GRAVEL ROAD, DAY An older pickup truck is coming up the county road, windows up because of the dust. The truck slows as it nears the turnoff to the SustainCo complex, off to the left.
There’s no other traffic. The sound of gunfire is masked by the roar of the engine.
INT. PICKUP TRUCK, DRIVING - CONTINUOUS The driver, who is by himself, is Sergio Mauldin. He’s steering with his left hand. In his right hand is a county road map.
It would help if there were signs.
(as if imagining that)
“Clear Water Engineering, 1 mile.” Or even… “More trees, straight ahead.”
EXT. GRAVEL ROAD/ INT. PICKUP TRUCK, DAY - CONTINUOUS The camera angle moves back and forth from Sergio driving and what he sees.
Observing the turnoff with its recent tire tracks, he slows a little.
He lowers his window for a better look. Sporadic shooting becomes audible. He slows some more.
(smiles to himself)
Oh, well, Second Amendment rights.
But the shots continue, getting louder as he nears the turnoff, including a burst from an AK in automatic mode.
A puzzled expression crosses his face. He steers his pickup over to the narrow road shoulder, shuts off the engine, then looks again out his open window.
With no other sounds to mask it, the gunfire is more pronounced. Another burst of automatic fire.
Those aren’t deer hunters.
As he looks hard through the trees, he gets glimpses of the flower van on the move, bouncing out from the area of the meadow firefight and turning right, heading toward the drill facility (which Sergio can’t see from here).
On the map, he’s used black marker to outline the road he’s on, as well as the Falls River. Black circles also denote (with question marks) “Clear Water” and (downstream from there) “SustainCo.”
Then this must be…
Sergio jabs his finger on the SustainCo circle, looks thoughtful, then grabs a camera bag with a shoulder strap that was on the passenger seat and opens his door.
Clear Water can wait.
INT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, DRILLING FACILITY CONTROL ROOM – CONTINUOUS Arthur and Jerri are sitting on chairs in front of the large computer screen. They look frustrated. Jerri is trying key combinations. Arthur is turning the pages in books and manuals in the room, all of which seem to have been written in Arabic.
The Jihadi Operator is still unconscious.
This totally reeks. Is there nothing in English?
I don’t even know if I’m hitting the right keys.
(glances back behind them)
And why is the bomb just sitting there?
That’s right. Husam’s video showed it being delivered into the magma.
So why isn’t the real bomb doing that?
Maybe there was a delay? Or they changed their minds?
EXT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, FOREST AREA, DAY – CONTINUOUS Sergio is walking cautiously down the narrow dirt access road. His camera bag is slung across his shoulder. He can just make out the drilling facility less than a mile down the road, and it’s evident the shooting is coming from that area. Then he stops quickly.
Off to the right, where the firefight had been, the bodies of four jihadis are lying randomly in the meadow, three more around a smoldering, shot-up pickup truck. Two of the dead are lacking their thobes and keffiyehs.
Sergio takes a couple of wide-angle photos, then hurries over for a closer look. He sees the blood on the bodies from the gunshots and the spent cartridges.
An AK-47 is almost hidden under one of the corpses, with just the nose of it showing. Sergio hesitates, then pulls it out.
(looking toward the sounds of shooting)
What is going on?
INT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, MEDICAL CLINIC – CONTINUOUS The clinic is fairly small, clearly not intended to be a battle hospital. Both beds hold wounded but bandaged jihadi fighters. A third man lies on the floor. There is some moaning. Recognizable among the wounded are Uqbah and another from the pickup-truck attack on the drill.
Some shelves are on the walls, but most supplies sit in storage boxes near the door, and support people are moving things off the shelves and into the boxes. One thing they remove is a digital clock that says 3:14 p.m.
About 10 feet away, Jalar is seated in front of an Arab doctor (JAWDAH), who removes a bloody bandage from Jalar’s right arm, cleans it and examines it.
IMANI (tall, older), a burqa woman with medical training, is also in the room, checking blood pressure on Uqbah.
It needs stitches, my emir, but I’ll be better equipped for that in California. In the meantime, I’ve given you antibiotics and something to slow the bleeding.
Husam bursts in. He is sweaty, and some blood (not his) stains his cloak. An AK-47 is in one hand.
Why do you linger here? The infidels continue to hold the drill.
The doctor begins rebandaging Jalar’s wound.
What would you have me do?
Lead the fight!
And take a pointless risk? All we need is to contain them until our evacuation, and I think you’re succeeding in that.
“Contain”? That is not the way of Islam. These are invaders. My fighters understand that. Why don’t you?
You act as if I should have foreseen this attack. Did you?
What does it matter? They are here now! We should welcome the chance to kill them. It was you yourself who declared this site the first outpost of our western caliphate.
I do welcome it. But in the meantime, do advise your men not to shoot toward the control room. The walls are protected from their 30-caliber bullets – we built it that way in case of accidents - but as you know, there was scant construction time, so it would be prudent if they-
They risk death for you, and you “advise” them how to shoot?
Buna comes through the door, walking uncertainly, both eyes badly bruised.
What? Buna – who has done this to you?
Buna sinks painfully into a chair next to Jalar.
(pointing at his wound)
Same as to you.
(spitting out the words)
The kaffir woman.
What? She has escaped?
This is your doing. You brought her among us!
Then find her!
I will bring you her head.
Ah, Jalar weakens again.
No. Think of her value to us alive. And if I can turn her…
So no punishment?
I did not say that.
EXT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, ACCESS ROAD AREA, DAY – CONTINUOUS The flower van is rolling slowly down the access road. Coming into view ahead is the drill area, with various jihadis roaming about looking for openings or shooting from buildings. For now, the van is unnoticed.
INT. FLOWER VAN, DRIVING – CONTINUOUS Ray signals Clyde to stop.
This may be as far as we can get without being shot at.
He points to an opening on the right side of the road.
Clyde pulls over, crunching through the opening. He can only get it in about 10 feet because of the terrain.
He gets out, AK ready. He keeps his door open, looking through the trees toward the drill area.
Are we gonna shoot more of those guys?
You haven’t shot anybody. And I don’t look at it that way.
(nods toward the drill)
What way do they look at it?
(smirks to himself, reaches in through his door, pulls out the second AK and holds it up)
How good a student are you?
What they said about me about that time, punching the teacher, it was nothing like that.
Well, that’s a start.
EXT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, TUNNEL, DAY – CONTINUOUS As Jack, Callie and Hoshi move cautiously but hurriedly forward, the tunnel is rising toward the ground level. Sounds of shouting and gunshots can be heard. Tire tracks can be seen leading up to the surface.
The brush that had covered the tunnel mouth has been pushed to one side. As they emerge, they seek cover behind it.
But no one notices them in their Muslim apparel.
EXT. SUSTAINCO’S FALLS RIVER COMPLEX, OUTSIDE TUNNEL MOUTH, DAY – CONTINUOUS The tunnel opens onto a narrow street behind some buildings, a couple hundred feet back from the fighting. In this area are mostly women, older people and a few children. Some are watching the fight from behind buildings (because stray bullets are flying through now and then) while others inside or behind buildings are packing their belongings, as if getting ready for a trip.
Jack’s and Hoshi’s vantage point lets them see down to the hut that’s only about 120 feet from the FBI van. Four jihadi fighters are shooting from there.
Jack and Hoshi have the same idea. They share a glance and nod.
Jack also looks around behind the fighting area and notices that farther back (200 feet or more) various Arab noncombatants are peeking around buildings, concerned about the fight. Some are women (all in burqas).
We’re gonna try to take out this bunch.
(nods toward the hut)
Wait back there, OK?
(nods to the rear)
Try to seem, um… innocuous. Look for one of us to give a thumbs-up signal. If things go south, well, you know where our tunnel is.
She nods, starts to go, then turns back.
Arthur said nice things about you.
She touches his arm encouragingly, big eyes looming through the opening in her hijab, then leaves.
Jack smiles, watching her departure for a second (which is not unappealing, even in a burqa).
(sees Hoshi looking at him, changes to attempted professional expression)
… to hear that.
Hoshi’s smile shows he understands exactly what Jack meant.