Stephen Metcalfe - Writer & Director

I must have been Dune at the time

2544

FADE IN ON:
A huge, rusting space ship - an industrial tanker glides towards the void. The solar system in the distance behind - the rings of Saturn, the gas giant, Jupiter.
In 2071, on a routine run to Pluto, a Russian ice trawler blunders into deep space and the wormhole is discovered.
With a sudden flash and a swirl of energy the ship disappears, sucked into a vast well.
INT. ICE TANKER -
The crew stares at their viewing screens in disbelief.
EXT. A NEW SYSTEM OF PLANETS -
Twelve planets revolve around twin suns.
A system of twelve planets, estimated to be some four hundred thousand light years away, is suddenly accessible in a matter of hours.
INT. UNITED NATIONS - DAY
Chaos in the grand assembly. Debate has turned into viscous argument.
For the next one hundred years, colonization of these new territories becomes the political nexus of every sovereign nation on Earth.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE - DAY
Crowds stare at the huge viewing screens above Times Square. Succession!
And then it becomes mute as one after another, each planet secedes from its parent nation and declares independence.
EXT. MOHADEEN -
In New Islamabad, the Capitol City of Mohadeen, battalions of uniformed turbaned soldiers’ parade in formation through the streets.
In 2260, on Mohadeen, the in-lying planet of the twelve sisters, the ruling religious clerics are overthrown by the military.
Blindfolded men in robes are shot by firing squads.
Over 27 million people die in the purges.
EXT. A BATTLEFIELD - DAY
Futuristic looking tanks fire at each other across a vast plain. Squadrons of soldiers scurry across the battleground like rats only to be blasted into bits by low flying sleek fighters. On a high hilltop, turbaned generals direct the carnage below.
In 2391, Mohadeen, now under hereditary military dictatorship, attacks and invades it’s neighboring planet, Khandahar.
INT. PALACE BOARDROOM – MOHADEEN - DAY
The ceremonial signing of a treaty.
Oberon, Germanicus and Hiroshima, fearing further aggression, sign treaties with Mohadeen.
EXT. SPACE - UNITED AFRICA -
A fleet of star ships open fire on the planet below them.
In 2481, the Mohadeen Alliance invades United Africa.
INT. UNITED NATIONS – EARTH -
Emissaries address the assembly.
The free worlds of Jerusalem, New Brazilia, Ursa I and II, Union and Austrasia petition Earth for military assistance.
EXT. AIR FIELD - DAY
A young pilot kisses his wife and small children. She tearfully waves as he turns and runs for his ship.
EXT. THE WORM HOLE -
A fleet of ships disappears into the wormhole.
EXT. SPACE - JERUSELUM -
The planet, Jerusalem. A sudden crack of energy and it’s as if the planet collapses in on itself. The energy expands in violent concentric waves and what was a planet is now just debris.
The Alliance is defeated but not before both Jerusalem and Ursa II are obliterated by a Mohadeen created black hole device - the planet killer.
EXT. AIR FIELD - DAY
The wife and children - adults now - stand waiting as the pilot - older, sadder and wiser, approaches. He smiles sadly. They all embrace.
The First War of the Worlds lasts 28 years.
INT. A BALLROOM - MOHADEEN - DAY
A political victory party. Signs and banners and posers bearing the hawklike image of one man - David El-Khalid.
In 2526 the military party is elected back into power on Mohadeen. They immediately begin an arms build up.
INT. PALACE BOARDROOM - DAY
The ceremonial signing of a new treaty, this time under the cold gaze of David El-Khalid.
In 2531, Mohadeen again forms alliances with Oberon and Germanicus. New Brazilia signs a treaty with the now reborn Mohadeen Alliance.
EXT. SPACE - KHANDAHAR -
Huge battle cruisers approach Khandahar air space.
In 2535, The Alliance invades Khandahar. The Free Worlds declare that any further aggression will be an act of war. Earth insists on a position of neutrality.
EXT. A CITY - NEW BRASILIA - DAY
Tanks and commandos move street to streets through Nuevo Janero. Buildings are turned to rubble. Defenders fall back, overwhelmed.
In 2536, The Alliance conquers New Brasilia in 13 days.
EXT. SPACE -
Mohadeen battle cruisers fight their way through squadrons of attacking star fighters. Dogfights swirls around the huge ships. A wounded fighter turns his ship kamikaze-like into the path of a cruiser.
In 2539, The Alliance invades United Africa and despite Free Worlds resistance, gains control of it’s Eastern Hemisphere.
EXT. UNITED AFRICA -
People are turned from their homes. Men are executed. Buildings are burned. The populace is herded into concentration camps.
New Africa becomes known as Benzatu - the Death World. Despite growing sentiment against the Mohadeen at home, Earth remains neutral.
EXT. SOLAR SYSTEM -
A space station beyond Pluto. The solar system in the background.
INT. SPACE STATION -
The crew at their monitors. And now one of the crew sits up in his chair, surprised. His eyes go from his monitors to the viewing screen in front of him. The others all aware of it now -
EXT. THE WORM HOLE -
Star ships appear out of the wormhole. They open fire.
INT. SPACE STATION -
The crew trying to get off a warning as the station is blasted to pieces around them.
IN SPACE -
The station explodes. The fleet flies right through the debris, bound for the solar system ahead.
In 2542 The Alliance sends a fleet through the wormhole that destroys Earth military bases off Jupiter.
EXT. AIR FIELD - DAY
The young pilot is an old man now, confined to a wheelchair. He sits, surrounded by his family, watching sadly as young men kiss their loved ones goodbye and then turn for the waiting star ships.
WW-II, the second War of the Worlds, has begun.

ACT I
FADE IN ON:
SPACE -
A sleek fighter/transport streaks across the starry night. It is bound for Benzatu, the death planet. Beyond it’s three moons, Benzatu’s huge surface seems to be spotted with smoke and raging fires. War has been raging there for six years.
The transport turns and arcs down towards Tiburon, the western continent.
On opposite sides of Benzatu two huge armadas of space craft hover, facing each other, the planet between them, as if waiting for the other to make the first move.
EXT. TIBURON - NIGHT
The fighter streaks across the Tiburon’s now barren eastern coast. And now, up ahead, three huge metallic domes rise out of the desolate landscape into the sky.
On one of the domes, locks open. The fighter, a mosquito against the size of the dome, enters.
INT. EARTH BASE TIBERON - NIGHT
The domed airfield is buzzing with frantic activity. Under arc lights, jeep-like vehicles circle. Men are doing last minute fueling, moving equipment and fuel from ground vehicles to fighters, transports and carriers.
BENEATH THE WINGS OF THE CARRIERS - STAR-47 DAKOTA’S -
Squads of air-commandos are securing equipment, weapons and glide packs. LT. WALTER HODGE, early 20’s, is stowing the last of his gear. Like most of the commandos around him, Hodge is wearing lightweight battle armor. Camouflage sensitive, it seems to swirl and shift color as it tries to blend in with the ever-shifting background. Hodge’s face is painted black and gray and his hair is cropped close to his head. He turns to SGT. BILL COBB, mid to late 20’s.
HODGE
Stims or extra ammo?
COBB
You can trade stims for ammo.
Good point. The stims go in the pack. A non armor-wearing Corporal approaches.
CORPORAL
Lieutenant Hodge? Is there a Lieutenant Hodge around here?
HODGE
Yeah, over here!
CORPORAL
You’re wanted inside, sir.
HODGE
Now?
CORPORAL
The major was insistent.
Hodge glances across the field towards a hanger; then, back to Cobb.
HODGE
I’m not saying you should but if you have to, leave without me.
COBB
No problem, L.T., we’ll be happy to wait.
Hodge moves away. Cobb looks up. You can see stars burning through the top of the dome.
COBB (cont’d)
Gonna be a nice night.
INT. A BRIEFING ROOM - NIGHT
A door slides soundlessly open. Hodge enters. An officer is at the window looking out onto the field.
HODGE
Lieutenant Hodge reporting as ordered, sir.
MAJOR GORDON HODGE, late 20’s and all spit and polish in Free World gray, turns, casually sipping coffee.
GORDON HODGE
Still haven’t learned to salute, have you, Lieutenant.
WALTER HODGE
Permission to ask a question, sir?
Who made you a major -
(tossing his helmet aside)
- and where did you get coffee.
A beat. And suddenly, the two men embrace.
GORDON HODGE
Dammit... goddammit, Walt.
WALTER HODGE
How you doing, Gord?
GORDON HODGE
Not as good as you, kid. Look at you. Airborne.
WALTER HODGE
(a shrug)
Three weeks leave and fifty credits a month extra. They didn’t tell me they’d make me an officer and I’d be first one in. Wouldn’t want to trade places, would you?
GORDON HODGE
Try me.
WALTER HODGE
Scary thing, Gord, is you mean it.
A sudden hint of coolness suddenly between them.
GORDON HODGE
So, where they putting you down?
WALTER HODGE
Ah, some little town beyond the no-man zones. There’s an firelight garrison there, needs our immediate attention. After that, we support the boys coming off the ships. You?
GORDON HODGE
I’ll be up on Hellsfire. I’m coordinating communications between First and Third Battalion.
WALTER HODGE
(an impressed smile; then:)
Heard from the folks?
GORDON HODGE
Yeah. You ought to try calling them sometime.
WALTER HODGE
You do it for me.
Staring at one another.
GORDON HODGE
Never change, do you, Walt?
Walter Hodge shrugs.
GORDON
I keep thinking, just one time, you’re going to take things seriously.
WALTER HODGE
Nah. That’s your job.
Angry silence. Walter turns and reaches for his helmet.
WALTER HODGE (cont’d)
Well, this has been heartwarming but I’d better get back out there.
He turns for the door.
GORDON HODGE
Hey.
(as Walt turns back)
Fifty bucks says I get to Mohadeen before you do.
WALTER HODGE
Since when do you gamble?
GORDON HODGE
No gamble. Sure thing.
WALTER HODGE
Brother, take it from one who knows. There is no such animal.
Walt hesitates. He salutes. And then he exits. Gordon moves to the window.
OUT ON THE FIELD -
The whine of fusion drives fill the air. Walter hurries up to his carrier. Cobb waiting for him at the open rear door. Walter looks back. He can see the figure of his brother standing in the window.
IN THE BRIEFING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Gordon watches as:
ON THE FIELD -
Walter boards the ship. A windowed air lock slides shut. All around, fusion drives build to a scream. The Star-47 turns, taxis.
IN THE BRIEFING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
CORPORAL
Order of the day just came down, sir. Want to take a look?
Gordon takes the mini-com from the Corporal. He reads.
GORDON HODGE
..soldiers, sailors and airmen of the Free Worlds Forces -
OUT ON THE FIELD -
The C-47’s streak down a runaway and into the sky. The dome above.
GORDON (V.O.)
To paraphrase an old general, you are about to embark on the Great Crusade, towards which we have striven these many months and years.
The squadron forms. Turns towards the far end of the dome. The lock doors open.
GORDON HODGE(V.O.)
The eyes of the free worlds are upon you. Good luck.
OUTSIDE THE DOMES-
The carriers come out of the dome, circle and then joining other squadrons from other domes, turn towards the east.
GORDON HODGE (V.O.)
And may all of us beseech the blessings of almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.
IN THE BRIEFING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Gordon stares out the window.
GORDON HODGE
...like he cares.
(turning for the door)
Let’s get out of here.
Tossing the mini-com aside, he exits.
EXT. ABOVE BENZATU -
Gordon Hodge’s fighter transport streaks up from the planet’s surface and joins the fleet overhead. It makes its way through, bound for Hellsknife - the flagship of the Free World fleet.
THIRD ARMY COMMAND – U(nited).E(arth).S(hip). HELLSKNIFE
The transport enters a ship’s docking bay.
INT. DOCKING BAY - CONT.
The transports, hovers and lands in the huge bay. As techs move forward, Gordon Hodge jumps out, and hurries on.
INT. COMMUNICATIONS ROOM - DAY
A crowded room buzzes with static and voices as information pours in. Gordon moving through, dumping his flight helmet as he goes, ripping some incoming data off a feed-com -
ACKERMAN
Major Hodge!
Gordon turns. A young Lieutenant is coming towards him.
ACKERMAN (cont’d)
They’ve been asking for you upstairs, sir.
GORDON HODGE
I’m on my way.
He moves on through a door.
INT. OFFICE - DAY
Gordon enters and moves to join a meeting in progress. A three dimensional hologram of the eastern continent swirls. Miniature tanks, planes and ships show the lines and positions of the Free World offensive. COLONEL NORMAN CULLEN, 30’s, has a laser pointer in hand. Cullen is good with pointers.
CULLEN
- though tactical A.I.’s still tell us, intrusions can be made, sir, they are now predicting some set backs. At Nigeria, here -
A coast in the Northern Hemisphere.
CULLEN (cont’d)
- it was assumed we’d be facing a single defending Mohadeen battalion. The A.I.’s now predict there is an 89.9 percent chance there will be three. Also as intelligence comes in, it becomes more and obvious that tigerwhips from our orbiting ships lasered everything but the Mohadeen fortifications, at Congo - here -
The Equator -
CULLEN (cont’d)
- and Zulu - here -
The Southern Hemisphere. GENERAL WILLIAM ERWIN, 50’s; silver haired and impeccable, sits behind his desk, his staff officers grouped in front of him. Erwin doesn’t seem to notice as Gordon quietly slips into a chair.
CULLEN (cont’d)
A.I.’s now predict a 99.6 percent chance that the enemy will be fully prepared and waiting for us.
Gordon is suddenly all ears.
MAJOR HAZELTINE
We need to pull the transports back.
ERWIN
Mmm, not so fast. Casualty predictions?
CULLEN
At Congo, between fourteen and fifteen thousand. At Nigeria twenty thousand minimum.
The officers all glance at one another, horrified.
ERWIN
Mmm. Not unreasonable.
GORDON HODGE
(shocked)
Sir?
ERWIN
I said, given the objective, these losses are not unexpected and are certainly within reason.
(then;)
(’re late, Major.
GORDON HODGE
Yes, sir, I was down on Tiburon. I have First Army’s preliminary reports.
ERWIN
I hope they’re better than these.
GORDON HODGE
Their A.I.'s predict a front of about 700 kilometers. They expect to get no further in than 20 or 30 kilometers in at any point.
ERWIN
Mmm. Well, gentlemen, in my opinion, this operation hasn’t even started yet and it’s already decidedly underwhelming.
Everyone chuckles. Gordon does not.
ERWIN (cont’d)
However, I’m not concerned. This army was trained to fight an offensive campaign and fight it will. Once we have a foot on the Dee-dee’s backside, we will advance. And we will keep on advancing until the job is done. At least, that will be my recommendation.
Everyone except Gordon beams.
ERWIN (cont’d)
And I’d like to add that once they let Third Army down into the ballgame the job will be done that much quicker.
Here-here’s. Erwin smiles.
ERWIN (cont’d)
All right. That’s all for now.
The officers file out. Gordon starts to.. but then he hesitates... he turns back. Erwin is lighting a cigar, seemingly oblivious to his presence. A moment.
ERWIN
Something on your mind, Gordon?
GORDON
Yes, sir. I was just wondering. Your recommendation to advance. Will that be with or without reasonable casualties?
It’s the lack of emotion that makes this so scathing. Erwin stares a moment. And then smiles as if amused.
ERWIN
You’re dismissed, Major.
Gordon turns and leaves.
INT. COMMUNICATIONS BAY -
Bustling with people and activity. Gordon enters, looks around, then:
GORDON HODGE
Lieutenant Ackerman!
Ackerman looks up from where’s he monitoring a sub-space broadcast.
GORDON HODGE (cont’d)
The minute the transports start reporting in, I want to know about it.
ACKERMAN
Yes, sir.
GORDON HODGE
(a threat)You)
You find me.
Gordon continues on.
EXT. STAR SQUADRON - NIGHT
The transports fly in formation.
INT. STAR-47 - MOVING - NIGHT
Troopers and equipment are packed tight in the transport chamber; three combat squads, fifteen men per squad.
COPPOLA
Aw, do I gotta piss!
PVT. NICK COPPOLA is trying to hide that he’s scared to death. A huge, blonde trooper, RICK EL ABID, pipes up.
EL ABID
Go in your armor, Coppola. It’ll warm you up!
Coppola is already sweating bullets. Laughter. MOTZ, short and squat, grins.
MOTZ
Pull it out on the way down, Cappy, give the dee-dees something to aim at.
More laughter. It stops. CAPTAIN RICHARD MILLS, mid-20’s, stands over them; stern-faced, disapproving.
CAPT. MILLS
I’d get serious, gentlemen. This is the mission where your problems start after you land.
Murmurs from the men - yes, sir, sorry, sir. Mills moves on. He doesn’t see Coppola scowl as he passes.
COPPOLA
(under his breath)
Chickenass.
Mills moves down the line of young, somber faces...some silently praying...some checking their gear. TIMOTHY ROGERS FALK, 19, is absently clicking the mouth transmitter on his helmet. He looks up, sees Mills staring at him. Falk speaks with the soft lilt of Appalachian Earth.
FALK
One to approach, two to acknowledge, right sir?
Mills nods; and then:
CAPT. MILLS
You’re not going with one of the new Ursan force field projectors, Private?
FALK
They slow me down, sir. And Lieutenant Hodge said it was our option.
Mills clearly not liking that answer. But he nods and moves on. The soldier next to Falk is KINSEY.
KINSEY
Don’t be a chump. The bolts start flying you’re gonna want something to stop’m.
FALK
A field doesn’t stop a bolt, Kinsey. It just slows it down. I get hit, I want die fast, not watch it happen slow.
Kinsey scowls.
AT THE REAR OF THE CARRIER MODULE -
Hodge sits, lost in thought. He shakes himself out of it. He notices that next to him, PVT. HENRY PRICE is staring at a photo of a young woman.
HODGE
Nice looking girl.
PRICE
I’m gonna marry this one, sir.
HODGE
Good for you.
Across from them, company medic, PVT. JOE LARSON looks on; as shy and homely as Price is handsome and outgoing.
HODGE (cont’d)
What about you, doc? Got a girl back home?
LARSEN
(a stutterer)
Yeah, r-r-right, sir.
Hodge smiles. And looks up as Mills approaches.
CAPT. MILLS
Lieutenant, since when are force fields ooptional
HODGE
None of the men had a chance to really train with them, sir. I didn’t think anyone should be forced to start now.
CAPT. MILLS
Giving them options, only confuses them. Next time you clear a decision like that with me.
He turns and moves away. Hodge looks like he has a bad taste in his mouth. He turns to see Cobb grinning at him from a viewing port.
HODGE
Must be nice to be right all the time.
COBB
I keep telling you, you gotta make him think the good ideas are his.
(then:)
Come on, take a look.
Hodge rises; moves to door, peers out.
HODGE’S POV -
Far, far below, the ocean is dotted with the dark shapes of ships - an invasion fleet.
COBB
Only way we’re not hittin’m is from underneath!
Hodge does not look enthusiastic.
EXT. THE CARRIER FORMATION - NIGHT
The carriers scream in. The coast is can be seen rapidly approaching in the distance.
INT. COCKPIT - CONTINUOUS
The pilot and copilot look at one another nervously. The copilot hits a switch.
IN THE REAR OF THE CARRIER -
A red light goes on.
CAPT. MILLS
Welcome to the death planet, Dog Company!!
COBB
Yeah! Time to get it on!
Some of them men scream in triumph. Others are pale and shaking.
HODGE
Pressurize and hook up!
Face shields come down. Helmets snap into place. The men rise and plug computer cables into the rail overhead.
EXT. THE CARRIER FORMATION - NIGHT
The carriers scream in high over the coast line. Grass and high forest beyond the sandy beaches.
EXT. ANTI-STARCRAFT POSITION - NIGHT
Commands in a gutteral alien tongue as high tech railguns slide out of the ground, up and into position.
INT. COCKPIT OF THE LEAD CARRIER - CONTINUOUS
The copilot stares nervously at his instruments.
CO-PILOT
Railguns are out. They’re trying to get a lock.
PILOT
(into his mike)
Break formation. We got a welcoming committee.
(hitting a switch)
Shields on max.
EXT. THE CARRIER FORMATION - NIGHT
The carriers break formation. Climbing
INT. CARRIER - CONTINUOUS
The men look at each other as the carrier veers. Hodge and Cobb, at the window, watch as the carriers near them break off. Mills now joining them. All of them on short wave radio com now.
CAPT. MILLS
What’s going on, why are we breaking formation?
HODGE
Probably trying to evade their sensors, sir.
CAPT. MILLS
But this is going take us right out of our drop zone.
COBB
Go up and tell’m that, sir, see if they give a rat’s ass.
EXT. ANTI-AIRCRAFT POSITION - NIGHT
The rail guns commence firing.
EXT. ABOVE THE PLANET - CONTINUOUS
Energy bolts fill space around the carriers; bursts and multi-colored fire.
INT. THE CARRIER - CONTINUOUS
The carrier bucks and weaves. Energy-flak rattles the plane. Motz has his hands nervously over his crotch.
MOTZ
They gotta take us lower to let us make our eject, right, Sarge?
Sargeant DON DOBOLOWSKI, a squat bear of a man, chewing on a stick-stim inside his helmet.
DOBOLOWSKI
Would you?
AT THE REAR -
A rail gun burst explodes outside the plane. Cobb at the door, grinning. Hodge looking on, nervous.
COBB
Cheer up, Walter! This is better’n the fourth of July!
Explosion. Cobb is blown back off his feet. And energy wave ripples through the carrier. A soldier screams as he’s hit. Another grabbing at his stump of an arm. Coppola staring.
IN THE REAR OF THE PLANE
Hodge is kneeling over Cobb. Realizing Cobb is dead.
CAPT. MILLS
Tend to your men, Lieutenant Tend to your men!
Hodge turning as -
IN THE COCKPIT -
The cockpit explodes with energy waves from a direct hit. The pilot is blown back like a rag doll. The copilot fights the controls. He slams his hand to a switch.
IN THE REAR OF THE PLANE -
The ejection lock slides open. Mills moves into the open door, shouting -
CAPT. MILLS
I’ll see you on the ground! Follow me!
Mills goes out the plane. And no one follows - all eyes, staring out through shields, are on Hodge - they’re waiting for his order. Hodge forces himself to move into the door. Beneath him, the sky is filled with rail gun bolts and energy flak. This is like jumping into the pit of hell.
HODGE
Nobody ever promised you, you were going to live forever! Let’s go!
Hodge jumps. The men follow - Larsen, Price, Dobolowski - El Abid, Motz and Coppola.
OUTSIDE -
As they hit the open air, the cables release and their glide packs expand into ultra-lites rigs - wings and compressed air bursts - they jet towards the ground like human rockets.
A trooper hits his breast plate, turning his shield. The shield glows.
ON THE GROUND -
Mohadeen flak gunners point at the descending points of light. They open fire.
IN THE CARRIER -
MOTZ
See you on the ground, Cappy.
COPPOLA
Not if I see you first!
They go. And suddenly - WHAM!! The carrier rocks. Men are thrown off their feet. Kinsey tries to rise but his glide pack has malfunctioned, the wings spreading. It traps him, blocks the struggling men behind him.
Falk pulls a knife from his thigh sheath and cuts Kinsey’s harness free. Kinsey rises, is about to move back from the open door when - WHAM! - a rail gunburst blows him back. Energy waves ripples through the plane. Falk and the men behind him are thrown off their feet.
A soldier tumbles screaming towards a hole that’s appeared in the fuselage and disappears into the night.
IN THE COCKPIT
The windshield explodes. The copilot sags over his controls. The carrier rolls and starts down.
IN THE CARRIER
Falk crawls along the floor towards the door.
OUTSIDE THE CARRIER -
Falk pulls himself into the open door and with a last desperate lunge, rolls out into the night.
THE CARRIER -
screams towards the horizon.... descending powergliders are dark drops against the energy burst sky... and then the plane suffers direct railgun hit and explodes.
EXT. AN ORCHARD - NIGHT
The hum of weapons fire fills the night air. A trooper drops, across a line of strange looking trees. He lands hard, falls, rolls, scrambles up. It’s Hodge. Breathless, he looks up.
The sky is filled with energy ripples and railgun fire. Against the bursts he can see the glowing shapes of descending gliders who are using the shields. He hears a distant scream as flak tear into a man.
As Hodge cuts himself out of his harness, something crashes through the brush near him. He quickly unslings his carbine. He crouches, aiming as:
MOTZ
(opening his face shield)
Don’t shoot! It’s me, it’s me!
HODGE
Motz? What the hell’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you using your transmitter?
MOTZ
It broke. My helmet shorted out. Everything did when I turned on that friggin’ shield.
(looking up)
We might as well be wearing bulleyes.
HODGE
Where are the other men?
MOTZ
Aren’t they with you?
HODGE
Come on.
He moves out. Motz follows.
MOTZ
This sure as hell ain’t our drop zone. Where the hell are we, sir?
HODGE
You heard the Captain. The death planet.
He moves away.