ROYCE: Maybe she knows.
From nowhere, Israel Defense Forces sniper Isabelle appears.
ROYCE: You want to lower the weapon?
She shakes her head 'no,' keeping her gun aimed at the three men.
ISABELLE: I've never seen this jungle. And I've seen most.
NIKOLAI: You think it's Asia . . . maybe Africa?
ISABELLE: Too hot for this time of year . . . and the topogrophy is all wrong. Amazon, maybe. . . I saw more parachutes.
ROYCE: Which way?
ISABELLE: Why?
ROYCE: So I can figure out who threw me out of a fucking airplane.
She nods in the direction to her right. The three men head towards the direction she indicates. After a moment of hesitation, she follows them.
Unaware of his presence as they leave, Yakuza enforcer Hanzo appears, watching them.
He trails behind them, pausing to remove his street shoes and goes bare feet.
ISABELLE: You remember a plane?
ROYCE: I woke up in free fall . . . you?
ISABELLE: Same.
ROYCE: You IDF?
ISABELLE: Yea. You in the service?
ROYCE: Not exactly.
They come across two men in a heated fist fight, Revolutionary United Front officer Mombasa and death row inmate Stans.
STANS: You motherfucker! . . Come on, you motherfucker!
Stans looks up and sees the group.
STANS: You with him?
ISABELLE: No.
STANS: Then why don't you mind your own fucking business!
STANS: We have bigger problems right now.
STANS: Okay . . . boss, whatever you say.
Mombasa forcibly grabs Stans by the collar.
MOMBASA: I will finish . . . what you started.
Stans shoves him and turns back to the group.
STANS: Strength in numbers, huh?
ISABELLE: Something like that.
STANS: Yea? Maybe we should get that guy hanging in the tree?
The group finds Doctor Edwin, suspended upside down from his parachute tangled in tree branches.
EDWIN: Help me!!! . . . Fuck! Help me! Somebody! Help! . . . Hello? I'm trapped in a parachute in a fucking tree!
STANS: Hey, why don't you shut the fuck up!
EDWIN: Oh thank God! Maybe I should . . . I think I can . . .
Edwin is squirming in the harness.
ISABELLE: Stop moving, you're breaking the branch.
ROYCE: Do you have anything to cut yourself down with?
EDWIN: Why would I . . . no, I don't!
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