EXT. MAIN STREET - NIGHT

Sam and Carolyn walk with the parade, carrying their own

torches. Sam spots her best friend ANNABETH (15) nearby with

her family.

Carolyn chats with another mother, isn’t really paying

attention, so Sam slowly makes her way through the crowd to

Annabeth. They hug.

ANNABETH

Oh my god I thought I was never

going to find you.

SAMANTHA

Me too! Is your arm so tired from

this stupid torch?

ANNABETH

Ugh. Totally.

As the girls walk, a VOICE comes over a loud speaker.

LOUDSPEAKER VOICE

We no longer fear the night.

Annabeth and Sam join the entire crowd, albeit apathetically -

ANNABETH/SAMANTHA/CROWD

We conquered the night!

A BEAD OF SWEAT drips from the Soldier, tautly gripping his

rifle aimed at the bunker seal being slowly lifted to reveal:

AN ARAB MAN (66), disheveled, bearded, waving his hands in

the air, unarmed, grasping a Qur'an, weakly muttering.

SADDAM

I am Saddam Hussein. President of

Iraq.

(CONT'D)

The unkempt Arab Man is quickly pulled from the hole as a

LIGHT SHINES to verify the intended target: SADDAM HUSSEIN,

once the Butcher of Baghdad, now ex-President of Iraq,

surrounded with no way out. His chest puffs up, insisting:

SADDAM

I am willing to negotiate.

Saddam is immediately restrained against his will by Soldiers

pressing his face firmly into the ground without mercy.

PIRO (V.O.)

He told me the truth: Facts alone

are never enough. What matters most

is a compelling argument...

CLOSE ON SADDAM'S TIRED EYES with a strange look of relief,

followed by uncertainty for what fate lies ahead.

INT. CAR - AN HOUR LATER

Slim tries to create a vibe by playing some neo-soul music.

Which is regular soul music with a hint of patchouli.

He keeps looking down at his phone. Checking the directions.

QUEEN

You shouldn’t text and drive.

SLIM

Ain’t nobody texting. I’m making

sure I don’t get lost.