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"A Lament of War"
Written by Praveen J. Collins
Praven Collens "A Lament of War"
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Praveen J. Collins is a Sri Lankan American screenwriter, film director, and producer. Born in Newark, New Jersey, Collins was an avid fan of animation, which eventually developed into a love for filmmaking. He graduated Tisch School of the Arts in 2011 and is currently in post-production on a short film that will enter the festival circuit by the end of 2012.

Additional Writer Information:
Praveen.collins@gmail.com

LOGLINE

World War II. Fighter Ace Rick Bannon has just crashed behind enemy lines in rural Germany. Though the war continues miles away, Rick is caught by a lone Nazi Colonel who plans to use him in his bizarre scheme.

SYNOPSIS

Deep in rural Germany during the height of World War II, a United States fighter plane crashes. Staggering out of the smoking debris, Ace Rick Bannon takes in his surroundings – it's a long way back to base. Without hesitation he starts his trek, distancing himself from the crash before anyone arrives. Unfortunately, he is met with a curious Nazi Colonel named Ludwig who happens to be wandering by himself, far from all the action. With his Luger aimed at Rick's skull, Ludwig gives him an offer: he will let Rick go only if Rick agrees to shoot him in the leg. A loony chain of events involving a drunken farmer, a blonde bombshell, and Fate itself follow this bizarre encounter as we discover the reasoning for Ludwig's unusual request.

LEGAL NOTICE

The A Lament of War screenplay, copyright, and story idea below are owned by Praveen Collins. No copying of any of the below pages is allowed unless approved by owner.

SCRIPT FOLLOWS

B & W STOCK FOOTAGE - WORLD WAR II PLANE FLYING

We see BLACK & WHITE stock footage of a WORLD WAR II FIGHTER PLANE soaring through the sky, dodging white hot bullets whizzing by from all directions.

Its wing gets clipped. It struggles to stay in the air before it changes course for the ground.

FADE TO BLACK.

BLACK SCREEN

SOUND EFFECT - EXPLOSION

TITLE CARD:

’SOMETIME DURING WORLD WAR II...’

FADE TO:

EXT. HÜRTGEN FOREST - DAY

We are in a rich and colorful forest. It’s a serene Autumn day, the complete opposite of the previous chaos.

TITLE CARD:

’HÜRTGEN FOREST, GERMANY - 1944’

A U.S. FIGHTER PILOT in a burnt and tattered uniform staggers into frame, dragging a BEAT-UP PARACHUTE. This is ACE RICK BANNON (40).

Rick tosses his cracked goggles and abandons his parachute. His nose is bloody. The rest of his face is caked with dirt and oil. He trudges through the bush and shrubbery, tired and weak.

EXT. HÜRTGEN FOREST, PATH - DAY

Rick reaches a dirt pathway in the forest when...

                   VOICE (O.S.)
YOU! STOP!

Rick turns around to face the voice.

Behind him, about 20 feet away, is a sleazy looking NAZI COLONEL aiming a LUGER at Rick’s head. The Colonel barks in a THICK, GERMAN ACCENT. His name is LUDWIG (35).

                   LUDWIG
Are you zhe pilot of zhe plane?

Rick takes a deep breath. He’s at the end of the line. He sticks his chest out and his chin up, refusing to answer. He possesses the swagger of The Duke himself.

                   LUDWIG
ARE YOU ZHE PILOT OF ZHAT PLANE!?

Rick hawks up and spits to the side.

                   RICK
Maybe I am... maybe I ain’t...

                   LUDWIG
Are you armed?

                   RICK
Well now, I can’t spoil the
surprise.

Ludwig approaches Rick until he’s at point blank range.

                   LUDWIG
Take out your weapon.

Rick studies Ludwig with a cold glare. He complies and takes out his REVOLVER, handing it to Ludwig.

                   LUDWIG
No no no. Keep it.

Rick is confused. Ludwig takes a few paces back and closes his eyes.

                   LUDWIG
Now I am going to spare your life,
Mr. Yankee Doodle. But you have to
do me a favor.

                   RICK
...what might that be?

                   LUDWIG
I want to you shoot me in zhe leg.

                   RICK
Wait... wait, what?

                   LUDWIG
Shoot me in zhe leg, preferably
above zhe knee, but below zhe hip.

Rick is dumbfounded.

                   LUDWIG
You can come closer if you are too
far. I’d rather you not take zhe
risk.

Ludwig takes out a silver CIGARETTE CASE from his pocket.

                   RICK
Now why in the world would I shoot
you? How do I know there ain’t some
sniper ready to pick me off once I
lift my gun?

                   LUDWIG
Are you joking? You’re in farming
territory. Zhere isn’t another
soldier for miles.

Ludwig lights his cigarette and closes his eyes.

                   LUDWIG
Whenever you are ready.

Rick looks around the forest. No one in sight. He lifts up his gun and aims for Ludwig’s leg. He pauses and aims for Ludwig’s head.

He can’t do it. He puts the gun down.

                   RICK
Now why the hell do you want me to
shoot you in the leg?

                   LUDWIG
Do you really want to know?

                   RICK
It’d help, yeah. Make things a
little less suspect.

Ludwig takes a long drag from his cigareete and walks up to Rick.

                    LUDWIG
Well, zhree nights ago I was on
patrol in zhe Rhine. I was off duty
one day, so I went to a restaurant,
where I met zhis beautiful
fraulein. Gold hair, full lips, big
eyes, big...

He makes the gesture for breasts.

                   LUDWIG
Later zhat night we made love. It
was zhe most tender love I’ve ever
experienced in my life. It was so
good zhat I don’t zhink I will ever
experience zhat ever again with
another woman. And I believe zhat
zhe only way cruel Fate will allow
me to continue my primal nirvana
with zhis, zhis, zhis angel, is if
I paid Him my dues in some other
aspect of my life.

Rick is still skeptical.

                   LUDWIG
So what do I do? Wait? For what? A
tumor in my brain so I become an
idiot, unaware of the pleasures
zhis woman provides me? Or gangrene
on my frankfurter, so I have to
amputate and never experience zhis
bliss again? No no no no. I must
beat God to zhe punch! Zhat is why
I want you to shoot me in zhe leg.

                   RICK
Just because this is the best
you’ve had in your life?

                   LUDWIG
Zhe best in zhe world, Yankee
Doodle. Zhe best in zhe world.

                   RICK
I ain’t ever been with no woman
good enough to make me wanna shoot
my leg.

                   LUDWIG
Honestly... you know what? I will
show you!

                   RICK
Whoa whoa whoa now. You get near me
and I’ll beat the brains out yer
skull.

                   LUDWIG
No! You idiot. I will show you
Odelia! Mein fraulien! You have to
see what she does!

                   RICK
What? I mean, I don’t need to see
you two--

                   LUDWIG
Not me two, you two! You will
experience Odelia for yourself!

                   RICK
Wait--

                   LUDWIG
I will take you to zhe cabin where
we are staying right now.

                   RICK
What?

                   LUDWIG
Come, come!

Ludwig points the gun at Rick’s head and steers him off.

FADE TO:

EXT. HÜRTGEN FOREST, HILL - DAY

Rick and Ludwig enter frame.

                   LUDWIG
Zhere is zhe cabin.

                    RICK
You’re really okay with this? If I
had me a frow-line as good as the
one yer yappin’ about, I wouldn’t
let nobody ever look at ’er.

                   LUDWIG
Honestly, whether you are a German,
Yankee, or even Jew, it would be a
sin on my part if I told you about
it and did not let you partake.

                   RICK
Well, you have the gun.

The two start walking towards the cabin.

                   RICK
It’s been a while since I’ve
partaken in frow-lines.

INT. CABIN ENTRANCE - DAY

Ludwig opens the door and enters, signalling Rick to come inside with a big smile.

                   LUDWIG
At last, I introduce...ODELIA!

Rick stands just outside the doorway, immediately hit by the sight of Odelia (offscreen). He is speechless.

                   LUDWIG
What did I tell you, eh?

All of a sudden...

BOOM! Gunshot.

...BLOOD EXPLODES out of Rick’s arm. Before Rick can register what just happened -- BOOM! -- his head explodes. Rick falls to the ground, dead.

                   OLD MAN’S VOICE (O.S.)
            (German accent)
Ha ha! Grundgütiger!

Ludwig looks at Rick’s dead body, trying to process what just occurred. He then steps outside to look for the voice.

EXT. CABIN ENTRANCE - DAY

Far in the distance is an old and fat HUNTER (56). This is JOHANN.

                   JOHANN
Hello!

Johann waddles as fast as he can towards Ludwig, RIFLE in hand.

                   JOHANN
I’ve gotten him! I’ve gotten him!

                   LUDWIG
Yes... you have...

Johann inspects Rick’s body, finding a flask.

                   JOHANN
Are you okay? Has zhis American
hurt you?

                   LUDWIG
Uh--

                   JOHANN
Good thing I showed up, eh? Ha ha
ha!

                   LUDWIG
What were you--

Johann sniffs the flask and then takes a swig.

                   JOHANN
I was hunting and all of a sudden I
hear a big (imitates plane falling)
ERRRRRRRRRR BANG!! I went to look
’Where? Where was zhis zhings?’ and
I found zhe big mess. Of what? An
American plane! Hmph!
            (to Rick)
Der hund. Der hundsohn.
Ludwig stands with his arms crossed in deep thought.

                   LUDWIG
Well...uh...Danke. But, uh--
          (beat)
Can I ask you a favor?

                   JOHANN
Ha! From zhe look of zhis cabin I
know what you’re asking! Sure! Come
stay at mein farm! It’s not far
away. I will radio zhe other patrol
to pick you up. I will cook. I will
let you have a bath. Anything for a
fighting German. Heil Hitler!

He does the thing they do with that.

                   LUDWIG
Listen... can I ask you to do me
another favor.

                   JOHANN
What is it?

Ludwig hands him his Luger.

                   LUDWIG
Can you shoot me in zhe leg?

Johann looks at the Luger, puzzled. He looks at Ludwig. He let’s out a hard, hearty laugh, patting Ludwig hard on the back.

                   JOHANN
AHAHAHAHAHA! What a sense of humor!
Come! Come! We shall go.

INT. CABIN ENTRANCE - DAY

Johann looks inside at Odelia. He takes off his hat.

                   JOHANN
            (gentlemanly)
You may stay as well, mein
fraulein.

Johann turns around, spits on Rick’s dead body and walks off. Ludwig follows him.

FADE TO:

INT. JOHANN’S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT

We are in Johann’s guest room, furnished with a big feather bed and a giant carved wardrobe.

Odelia sleeps peacefully, turned away so we only see her THICK, BLONDE HAIR. Ludwig sits at the foot of his bed, Luger in hand.

                   LUDWIG
Oh cruel FATE, why must you torment
me so?

He aims the gun back and forth between his right and left leg before settling it at the middle of his right shin.

He turns to Odelia and takes a deep breath.

He turns to his leg and takes a deep breath.

His hand trembles. He tries to steady his gun to no avail.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

BLACK SCREEN

BOOM!

INT. JOHANN’S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT

Ludwig opens his eyes one at a time. He looks at his leg... ...it’s completely unharmed.

But right next to his foot there’s a hole in the floor. He can see through it.

START LUDWIG’S POV:

Through the hole in the floor he sees a chair knocked over and a pair of FAT LEGS sprawled on the ground; a POOL OF BLOOD grows bigger and bigger underneath them.

END LUDWIG’S POV.

                   LUDWIG
Nein!

Ludwig hops up and bolts out the door.

Odelia pulls up her blanket, sound asleep.

INT. JOHANN’S DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Ludwig rushes into the dining room to see Johann dead on the floor with a bullet entry wound in the TOP OF HIS HEAD.

                   LUDWIG
NEIN!

All of a sudden we hear the SOUND OF A PATROL CAR pull up. The DOORS OPEN and CLOSE. FOOTSTEPS grow closer and closer.

Ludwig looks at the front door in terror.

                   LUDWIG
            (whispering)
Nein, nein, nein!

The door opens and TWO GESTAPO OFFICERS enter the room.

                   GESTAPO #1
Is this the house of Johann-- AH!
GRUNDGÜTIGER!

Ludwig stands stupidly over Johann’s dead body, Luger in hand.

CUT TO:

BLACK & WHITE STOCK FOOTAGE - INT./EXT. GERMAN PRISON

1940s stock footage of a large German Prison.

INT. PRISON - NIGHT

We see a disheveled Ludwig in prison garb standing behind bars.

(NOTE: The following narrator speaks in FRENCH)

                   NARRATOR
            (subtitled)
And so, cruel Fate caught up to
Ludwig in the end, asking for
something of equal value to what
was the ’Best Sex of His Life’.

INT. PRISON CELL - NIGHT

We see Ludwig’s shivering SILHOUETTE inside a prison cell.

                   NARRATOR
He spent the rest of the war in
military prison for the murder of
the farmer, though accidental. And
it would be in this military where
Ludwig would experience...

We see the silhouette of a large MUSCULAR MAN walking up behind Ludwig. Ludwig cowers in fear as the Man gets closer.

                   NARRATOR
...the ’Worst Sex of His Life’.

Credits. THE END.