I plan to make a short film about three Russian soldiers who are fighting in Chechnya in 1999. I want this film to show how un-glorious war is. And people who you want to be heros may just die with out anyone caring. Here is the script. Please no flaming, just constructive critisism.
INT. DARK ROOM - NIGHT
The date is November of 1999. Misha, Dima, and Pavel sit in a room getting their shit together somewhere in the southern part of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria.
DIMA
(Loading his AK47)
Dawn, we have to start moving again at dawn.
MISHA
(Putting on his belt)
Alright.
PAVEL
(Putting on gloves)
Do you think they are still following us?
DIMA
I doubt it. We lost the Chechens about a kilometer ago.
PAVEL
(Putting down his helmet)
So then why don't we stay here, and try contacting someone. We are at a high altitude here; the radio may work when the clouds pass.
MISHA
Maybe he's right Dima.
DIMA
No! We have to keep moving, we're to close them, and we haven't even left their territory yet.
PAVEL
Then where are we gonna to go?
MISHA and PAVEL look at DIMA with questioning looks.
DIMA
The map shows some kind of building, maybe we can hide out there. It is just outside of Chechnya, in Georgia. If we make it there I will feel safe about using the radio. Here the Chechens may pick up or signal, and then we would be fucked.
MISHA
How far is the building?
DIMA
About nineteen kilometers. We can make it in two or three days if we have good weather.
PAVEL
OK, I guess we can try. I just hope we don't run into any more enemies...All we have left is one rifle...and two pistols.
DIMA
Let’s sleep. And Pavel, shut up...
EXT. FOREST – DAY
The trio walks wearily through a forest. They are tired and haven’t seen a shower in months.
MISHA
(Jokingly talking, trying to keep up the moral)
Maybe this shit will end by the year 2000. Maybe the world will end and we will all be free.
DIMA
God willing
PAVEL
When we get the fuck out of here I am going to quit the fucking Spetsnaz and move to a shitty apartment in Moscow where I will watch the TV and complain about our president and reminisce about the good ol’ days of the Union.
DIMA
If only I could imagine such wonderful dreams Pasha…
PAVEL
(Jokingly)
Fuck you.
MISHA
(Crouching)
Shhh!
DIMA
(Crouching)
What is it?
MISHA
SHH! Stay the fuck the down! I heard something.
A bird flies off in the distance.
PAVEL
(Shoots at the bird, startled, tired and scared.)
DIMA
Pasha, u moron! What the fuck is wrong with you?!
PAVEL
Fuck, sorry
MISHA
You complete idiot, no doubt some mother fucker heard us. Ahhh…you idiot. I should fucking gut you.
PAVEL
Calm the hell down, no one heard us.
DIMA
Pavel, shut up while you still have a God damn tongue.
PAVEL
Hey, screw you Dima, who the fuck made you boss?
DIMA
My rank that’s who now shut the fuck up.
A shot is heard. PAVEL falls to the ground, dead. MISHA and DIMA crouch.
MISHA
OH FUCK!
DIMA
(On first reaction he punches Pavel in the stomach)
Fuck you, you piece of shit!
(He spits on PAVEL, crying)
Get up now, we have to move!
MISHA and DIMA run as fast as they can blindly into the woods. Sweat and Pavel’s blood soak their faces. They finally take cover in a ditch.
DIMA
(Tears run down his face, brown from the dirt caked on his face.)
God damn him. Why did he shoot that gun? All those fucking years of training in the Spetsnaz and he shoots at a bird.
MISHA
Oh crap…we’re dead.
DIMA
No…we just need to keep moving. Hey, (looking at MISHA’s arm) what’s that?
MISHA
It’s nothing.
DIMA
No, your bleeding, what happened?
MISHA
The bullet clipped my arm.
DIMA
Clipped? You look like a bear bit at your arm.
MISHA
I’ll be fine.
DIMA
Well wrap it up, we need to move.
We see time lapse as they walk through the woods. Several hours pass. Cut to a close up of MISHA looking at his wound. It is black and infected. He does not tell DIMA, because he doesn’t want to concern him. DIMA is still wrecked over PAVEL’s death.
EXT. WOODS – MORNING
The two soldiers wake up.
DIMA
Come on MISHA, we need to get moving, only 10 kilometers left.
(He walks over to MISHA)
MISHA lays dead, his lips blue, skin white.
DIMA
Misha… (He lifts up his sleeve)
MISHA’s arm is extremely infected.
DIMA
(Tears coming on)
Ah…fuck…only 10 kilometers left…only 10 kilometers left…
We see DIMA walking by himself through the woods. He comes to the end of the woods. Across what looks like an old air strip, he sees the building from the map. He runs to it carrying the radio that was on MISHA’s back. He opens the door. A Chechen soldier turns around and sees DIMA. DIMA is shot dead. We cut to a close up of a post card that DIMA was holding. It reads:
Dear Tanya,
I miss you so much. If you get this postcard then that means that I am not coming home. Misha, Dima, and I have been wandering through southern Chechnya for about a month. We were separated from our unit back in October. We are going to be in Georgia hopefully by the end of this week. I can’t wait to see you again. No bullet will stop me from coming home.
I love you, Pavel
Credits role
INT. DARK ROOM - NIGHT
The date is November of 1999. Misha, Dima, and Pavel sit in a room getting their shit together somewhere in the southern part of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria.
DIMA
(Loading his AK47)
Dawn, we have to start moving again at dawn.
MISHA
(Putting on his belt)
Alright.
PAVEL
(Putting on gloves)
Do you think they are still following us?
DIMA
I doubt it. We lost the Chechens about a kilometer ago.
PAVEL
(Putting down his helmet)
So then why don't we stay here, and try contacting someone. We are at a high altitude here; the radio may work when the clouds pass.
MISHA
Maybe he's right Dima.
DIMA
No! We have to keep moving, we're to close them, and we haven't even left their territory yet.
PAVEL
Then where are we gonna to go?
MISHA and PAVEL look at DIMA with questioning looks.
DIMA
The map shows some kind of building, maybe we can hide out there. It is just outside of Chechnya, in Georgia. If we make it there I will feel safe about using the radio. Here the Chechens may pick up or signal, and then we would be fucked.
MISHA
How far is the building?
DIMA
About nineteen kilometers. We can make it in two or three days if we have good weather.
PAVEL
OK, I guess we can try. I just hope we don't run into any more enemies...All we have left is one rifle...and two pistols.
DIMA
Let’s sleep. And Pavel, shut up...
EXT. FOREST – DAY
The trio walks wearily through a forest. They are tired and haven’t seen a shower in months.
MISHA
(Jokingly talking, trying to keep up the moral)
Maybe this shit will end by the year 2000. Maybe the world will end and we will all be free.
DIMA
God willing
PAVEL
When we get the fuck out of here I am going to quit the fucking Spetsnaz and move to a shitty apartment in Moscow where I will watch the TV and complain about our president and reminisce about the good ol’ days of the Union.
DIMA
If only I could imagine such wonderful dreams Pasha…
PAVEL
(Jokingly)
Fuck you.
MISHA
(Crouching)
Shhh!
DIMA
(Crouching)
What is it?
MISHA
SHH! Stay the fuck the down! I heard something.
A bird flies off in the distance.
PAVEL
(Shoots at the bird, startled, tired and scared.)
DIMA
Pasha, u moron! What the fuck is wrong with you?!
PAVEL
Fuck, sorry
MISHA
You complete idiot, no doubt some mother fucker heard us. Ahhh…you idiot. I should fucking gut you.
PAVEL
Calm the hell down, no one heard us.
DIMA
Pavel, shut up while you still have a God damn tongue.
PAVEL
Hey, screw you Dima, who the fuck made you boss?
DIMA
My rank that’s who now shut the fuck up.
A shot is heard. PAVEL falls to the ground, dead. MISHA and DIMA crouch.
MISHA
OH FUCK!
DIMA
(On first reaction he punches Pavel in the stomach)
Fuck you, you piece of shit!
(He spits on PAVEL, crying)
Get up now, we have to move!
MISHA and DIMA run as fast as they can blindly into the woods. Sweat and Pavel’s blood soak their faces. They finally take cover in a ditch.
DIMA
(Tears run down his face, brown from the dirt caked on his face.)
God damn him. Why did he shoot that gun? All those fucking years of training in the Spetsnaz and he shoots at a bird.
MISHA
Oh crap…we’re dead.
DIMA
No…we just need to keep moving. Hey, (looking at MISHA’s arm) what’s that?
MISHA
It’s nothing.
DIMA
No, your bleeding, what happened?
MISHA
The bullet clipped my arm.
DIMA
Clipped? You look like a bear bit at your arm.
MISHA
I’ll be fine.
DIMA
Well wrap it up, we need to move.
We see time lapse as they walk through the woods. Several hours pass. Cut to a close up of MISHA looking at his wound. It is black and infected. He does not tell DIMA, because he doesn’t want to concern him. DIMA is still wrecked over PAVEL’s death.
EXT. WOODS – MORNING
The two soldiers wake up.
DIMA
Come on MISHA, we need to get moving, only 10 kilometers left.
(He walks over to MISHA)
MISHA lays dead, his lips blue, skin white.
DIMA
Misha… (He lifts up his sleeve)
MISHA’s arm is extremely infected.
DIMA
(Tears coming on)
Ah…fuck…only 10 kilometers left…only 10 kilometers left…
We see DIMA walking by himself through the woods. He comes to the end of the woods. Across what looks like an old air strip, he sees the building from the map. He runs to it carrying the radio that was on MISHA’s back. He opens the door. A Chechen soldier turns around and sees DIMA. DIMA is shot dead. We cut to a close up of a post card that DIMA was holding. It reads:
Dear Tanya,
I miss you so much. If you get this postcard then that means that I am not coming home. Misha, Dima, and I have been wandering through southern Chechnya for about a month. We were separated from our unit back in October. We are going to be in Georgia hopefully by the end of this week. I can’t wait to see you again. No bullet will stop me from coming home.
I love you, Pavel
Credits role
Last edited by Superior Mind (2006-08-21 00:47:34)