two
Americans. Johnson turns again and is stunned by Trotsky's
blood splattered suit. Johnson's expression turns from
astonishment to horror to questioning.
JOHNSON
(mentally searching)
Why? What?
TROTSKY
You Americans with your CIA and your capitalism and your
lies stole our Soviet Empire and our pride right out from
under our noses. Now my country is controlled by the
Russian Mafia while thousands die daily from starvation
and civil war. Now it's our turn to return the favor.
Johnson lunges at Trotsky, but Trotsky is too quick.
Trotsky shoots Johnson. Lebed, who has entered the room,
shoots the other American.
INT. MISSION CONTROL - DAY
The control room is abuzz with anticipation and
excitement. The MISSION DIRECTOR, an American bureaucrat,
overlooks the busy proceedings. A RUSSIAN REPRESENTATIVE,
standing next to the mission director, studies the
situation.
COMMUNICATIONS TECHNICIAN
Sir, we're receiving a transmission from the Endeavor.
MISSION DIRECTOR
Put it through to the screen.
The technician flips a switch. On the main screen is the
scene shot just minutes earlier on the Endeavor. Trotsky's
remark leaves everyone slightly puzzled, except the
Russian. The mission director turns to the Russian
Representative.
MISSION DIRECTOR
What was that all about?
RUSSIAN REPRESENTATIVE
I'm sure it's just the Vodka speaking. |
