A Screenplay by Sean Ryan Operation Eagle Copyright 2004 registered with the Screenwriter's Guild All Rights Reserved Contact: seansshack@oceanfree.net
EXT. FRANCE - SKYLINE - NIGHT TITLE: May 20th 1944. Somewhere over occupied France. A small transport plane comes into frame. The camera pans back to show it is not alone. The sky is filled with similar planes. The roar of the engines are almost deafening. INT. PLANE - CARGO BAY - NIGHT A group of about 20 men fill both sides of the plane. They are all dressed in combat gear. Some of the men are checking gear, others are looking nervous. The camera slowly moves past the men towards a loan figure are at the end of the cargo area. The man is MAJOR WILLIAM PATRICK. He is loading bullets into a machine gun magazine. A young looking soldier turns to the man beside him. SOLDIER # 1 (shouting) Who the hell is that guy? SOLDIER # 2 (shouting) Special ops I think. SOLDIER # 1 Doesn't say much does he? SOLDIER # 2 They never d... A large hole appears in the fuselage of the plane as soldier #2 is ripped to pieces. Large explosions begin to rock the plane as flak from the ground explodes all around. Soldier #1 goes into shock and starts to scream. Patrick stands up and grabs the soldier by the collar. PATRICK (shouting) Forget him he's gone. Now follow your training and you might pull through this. The flak attack is getting stronger. Patrick looks out through the hole in the plane, a look of worry comes over his face. EXT. SKYLINE - NIGHT The sky is filled with explosions. Planes are being hit in every direction. One plane turns as flames pour from its cargo bay. The pilot attempts to turn back but it is hit from above by another plane. Men are jumping from planes to escape the flames, some are on fire. INT. PLANE - CARGO BAY - NIGHT Patrick looks back at the collection of terrified faces. They are all looking to Patrick. He looks around the plane for the group's leader and notices a set of sergeant stripes on a decapitated corpse in the corner. PATRICK (whispers to himself) Great, just fucking great. He kneels down to address the men and steadies himself in the rocking plane. PATRICK All right listen up. We're going to jump. I'm not to sure of your orders but if we stay in this heap of junk we're done for. We will be jumping into a Nazi firing range, so when you hit the ground, hit it running. Are you ready? One of the soldiers leans over and vomits. PATRICK (whispers to himself) Guess not. He signals the group using a countdown with his five fingers. PATRICK (shouting) 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. OK, go. The first soldier approaches the door and jumps. The plane begins to burn as the last 3 soldiers attempt to jump. They are engulfed in flames. Patrick is forced to jump as the flames race through the plane. He clears the door just before being burned. The flames surround him as he starts to descend. EXT. SKYLINE - NIGHT The sky is filled with flak and burning troop planes. He is passed by a soldier screaming and falling, his parachute has failed. Another is struggling to untie his parachute, he's on fire and frees himself, committing suicide, falling towards the ground like a Roman candle. The sky is awash with hundreds of parachutes, slowly descending towards the machine gun fire coming from the ground. As Patrick gets closer to the ground the dull thump of machine gun fire can be heard. The Germans are perched in machine gun nests and are picking off the parachutists as they fall. PATRICK Motherfucker... He aims his machine gun and fires as he descends. His bullets rip through the machine gun operator and ammo feeder of one of the nests. A few seconds later Patrick hits the ground. He rolls, and falls to a prone position. Patrick scans the area with his gun before detaching himself from his chute. He runs rapidly in the direction of another machine gun nest. He approaches the nest at full speed, shooting the men inside as he jumps over the sandbags. PATRICK Chicken shit bastards. Shooting helpless para... Patrick grabs the machine gun and turns towards the direction of another nest and opens fire. The men inside don't get enough time to react and are killed. Patrick notices a young trooper struggling with his chute. A German soldier is targeting him in his rifle sights from a bunker. Patrick aims him gun and kills the soldier before he gets a shot off. Patrick approaches the young soldier and kicks him in the backside. PATRICK Ever heard the term, keep your head down? The man looks surprised and falls backwards. He is much younger than Patrick and dressed in a different uniform. He is corporal JOHN WATERS. WATERS (ENGLISH ACCENT) Go Fuc.. Oh sorry sir. Just having a spot of bother with my chute. Waters cuts the strings with a knife and gets on one knee. WATERS What's the plan? PATRICK Get the fuck out of here for starters. This mission looks like a complete fuck up. You should try and make it back to your group. WATERS The are all dead. PATRICK You sure? WATERS I got blown out of our plane as it got hit at least twice, I think. None of them, none of them even knew what hit them. PATRICK You fit to travel? WATERS Not a scratch. Must be the Irish blood on my mother's side. Patrick studies a map with a small torch. PATRICK Right hard to tell where we are, as there are very little markings around. But I think we are here (points at map) Which means we have about 10 bloody miles to hump. WATERS Why is that? (looks at map) Shouldn't we be heading in that direction? Waters points at a section on the map. Patrick nods his head and places the map back into his jacket. PATRICK Nope. I have another mission to complete. WATERS So you are just gonna leave me out here? Patrick looks around to observe the carnage still going on. PATRICK Since brass made a complete fuck up of this, you can come with me. If we meet up with any of your regiment, you're on your own. But for now you do what I say, when I say. Got it? WATERS Roger. Patrick picks up a German machine gun and some magazines and hands them to Waters. PATRICK Here. Since you haven't noticed it yet. (points at Water's browning machine gun) Your weapon is toast. Use this for now. Waters drops the older weapon on the ground and loads the new machine gun. Before he can react, Patrick is 20 feet away running, flat out. PATRICK Come on, we don't have much time. Waters breaks into a run and catches up with Patrick. WATERS What's your mission? PATRICK Can't give you all the details, but we've received word that a high ranking General is in the area. WATERS And what do you plan to do? PATRICK Well I'm not going to take him out for dinner. Lets just say it is now your mission to ensure he never leaves. EXT. OPEN FIELD - LATER - NIGHT Patrick is crawling towards the side of a hill. Waters approaches him from behind and almost collapses with exhaustion. WATERS (out of breathe) Christ. I can't breath. Patrick looks over and gestures Waters to be quiet. He points at his two eyes and then towards a building at the bottom of the sloped hill. Waters rifles for his binoculars and then focuses them on the building below. THROUGH BINOCULARS The building is heavily guarded. Two machine guns nest outside. To the south of the building lies a camouflaged Tiger Tank. WATERS (whispers) Shit, shit, shit. Patrick is busy assembling a sniper rifle. On completion he points the weapon in the direction of the house. Scanning the building. SNIPER SCOPE The scope view moves from window to window and comes to a halt at the top. A figure of a half naked balding man, overweight and middle aged. GENERAL RALF VON RANKE. Commander and chief for the north of France. Walsh crawls to Patrick's position. WATERS This is suicide. Lets get the hell out of here. Patrick doesn't speak. Just looks ahead. WATERS Come on, what the hell are we waiting for? The Tiger tank engine roars into action at almost exactly the same time that Patrick pulls the trigger. SNIPER SCOPE. The general stands motionless for a few seconds before collapsing. PATRICK Now lets get the hell out of here. WATERS Christ. Waters remains with his mouth open for a few seconds before following Patrick. The two get several feet away before breaking into a run. WATERS How the hell did you know? PATRICK Experience kid. You have to be quiet in this game. But most of all you gotta get the job done. If you get out alive, all the better. But too many lives are depending on us to be concerned with saving our own skin. The two continue to run. Moments later the sound of heavy machine gun fire. Patrick gestures for Waters to slow. A group of British soldiers are pinned down under machine gun fire coming from an old farmhouse. One of the soldiers is wounded and the rest are attempting to reach him. The machine gunner sends a round through the wounded soldiers foot. The soldier screams in pain. PATRICK Bastards. Torturing him so the others will rush and get slaughtered. Lets just see if we can even up the score a little. You got any grenades? Waters searches through his gear. WATERS Just the one, I think. PATRICK Come on kid give it here. Hold this. He hands the sniper rifle to Waters and takes the grenade. He pulls the pin from the grenade and starts to run at the farmhouse. PATRICK Wait for me here, I'll just be a second. Patrick runs to the back of the house and slowly creeps towards a window. He throws the grenade through the windows and dives for cover. Screams can be heard inside. SOLDIERS (In German) Shit. Grenade, move, move, move. Then an explosion as all the windows explode outwards. Glass and debris are thrown in all directions. Patrick pulls out his pistol and runs inside. Gunshots and screams are heard from inside. Seconds later he comes out the front door. PATRICK Don't shoot. You guys need a lift? I see a truck out back. The soldiers stand and smile with relief. ENGLISH SERGEANT Excellent. Just give us a few moments to tend to our wounded. PATRICK Take your time. I think I saw some coffee inside. By the way you British ever hear of a flanking procedure? ENGLISH SERGEANT Typical yank. We tried that, but Gerry got two of our men. No one here is in good enough shape to run. Lucky you came by when you did. Patrick gestures for Waters to come over. PATRICK Found one of your guys wandering around trying to get himself captured. Can you see he gets back to his regiment as he is cramping my style? ENGLISH SERGEANT No problem. Nice to get some fresh blood. Waters approaches the men and helps carry the wounded. PATRICK OK, lets get this show on the road. Don't want to have a run in with the bunch we just met, as I don't fancy trying to outrun a tiger. ENGLISH SERGEANT Following your lead major. FADE OUT. TITLE: 2 DAYS LATER. INT. ENGLAND - OPERATIONS PLANNING ROOM - DAY The room is decorated with reconnaissance maps and pictures. PATRICK Why kill him? From all accounts he's loosing grip anyway. Wouldn't it be better for us if he stays? GENERAL MASTERS Well we'll had our health experts answer this. JOHN SHAW, middle aged, average build. DOCTOR SHAW We believe Hitler is sick and has been sick since the mid 1930's. If we are lucky, it's just Parkinson's disease. But from our studies we believe it could be a brain tumor. The doctor hands Patrick some paper work. DOCTOR SHAW As you can see, he has made himself less and less available to public viewing and from the paper samples, his handwriting has deteriorated. From the slip you see now, you can see a visible tremor in the right hand. He is also reported to be suffering from chronic depression and anxiety. Patrick examines one of the reports. PATRICK Sounds good. The more problems for him the better. But why not leave him suffer? Sounds like this is all good for us. GENERAL MASTERS It's all about timing. He's making stupid decisions and good or bad it's costing lives. His moves have become too unpredictable. But the biggest fear is that he will so something drastic. PATRICK Drastic? GENERAL MASTERS We have some evidence of mass killings, ethic cleansing and the like. What I am about to tell you is classified. PATRICK It's OK General I have heard this song before. The general slides a file across the table. GENERAL MASTERS Our belief is the Nazis have been working on a rocket that will be aimed at New York. PATRICK But the British have been dealing with their flying bombs.... GENERAL MASTERS (cutting him off) Let me finish son. This is no ordinary rocket. We think the Nazi's are almost ready with a H bomb.