Mieczysław's Comments

IN THE DARKNESS The SOUND of distant EXPLOSIONS: mortars, howitzers, “Long Tom” artillery, 16” Naval shells, rockets, and bombs. The sound grows louder. Nearer. Hungrier. Over black, we superimpose:  Okinawa. May 2, 1945 OPENING MONTAGE: We INTERCUT as necessary quickly between shots, the fury and confusion of true war playing out in front of us, all from a single soldier’s POV. The sounds of war crash us between flashes of consciousness. EXT. HACKSAW RIDGE, OKINAWA - WOUNDED SOLDIER’S POV --BOOM!!! We’re lying on the ground. Under grey, weeping skies, a jagged, ancient coral outcropping abruptly rises above us and dominates the countryside. --Looking around the landscape a blasted, hellish mix of craters, shell-pocked boulders, and mud. Everything has a scorched and blackened appearance from two weeks of continuous, unrelenting bombardment. --A small group of AMERICAN SOLDIERS (307th Infantry, 77th Army Division, 1st Battalion, Company B) are fighting with dogged determination several feet away. --A few men run up to our POV --Looking down at our leg, a mess of blood, muscle, and exposed bone. --Looking at our side and rips, covered in blood. CAPTAIN KEEP PRESSURE ON THAT WOUND! The soldiers tear out bandages from a half-burned Medic Kit and stuff them against the bleeding. A MORTAR ROUND lands nearby, showering them all with dirt and debris. We black out. --Looking up at two men carrying our body... --Heading down a ladder --We’re loaded onto a stretcher and shoved into an ambulance. As the doors close, we briefly catch a glimpse of one of the medics shaking his head at the captain. The MONTAGE ENDS as we’re given a shot of morphine. FADE TO: EXT. BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS, VA - SPRING, 1927 In contrast, these mountains lush and green, thick with old growth timber and flowering shrubs. Titles:  EIGHTEEN YEARS EARLIER...  Lynchburg, Virginia EXT. LYNCHBURG, VA - SAME Norman Rockwell come to life. Small wooden houses on the rolling hills of the Virginia Piedmont, more country than city. Two boys are rolling a coaster wagon through their yard. DESMOND, the younger, 8 years old, pushes; his brother MARK, 10, holds the wagon tongue and steers. The wagon contains a collection of rusty junk metal. The wagon is heavy and the boys small, but they’re tough and determined. They’re like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. (NOTE: The real Desmond Doss, throughout his life, spoke with the distinct accent of the Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains, a lilting and beautiful usage that persists in some places to this day. We make no attempt to render that accent in these pages, but the presence of it in his speech brought even more distinction and majesty to his real character.) Sitting on the front porch of their house is their father, TOM DOSS. Tom is a big man, sullen man, broken in his soul. TOM What you boys doin’? DESMOND We’re making money! 3.4.13 2. MARK At the filling station they’re buying scrap metal! Any old junk we haul in, they’ll give us cash money! DESMOND We got lotsa junk in the back yard! TOM You know why they want it? The boys hadn’t even considered that. TOM (cont’d) They sell it overseas. The Japs and Germans make weapons out of it. Tom rubs his neck, where there’s a nasty scar from World War I. More than his neck is scarred--but his boys are innocents. MARK Can we take it? TOM Do what you want. But when those plow tips and lug nuts go whistling by your ears, you’ll say your daddy was right. The boys head around behind the house, Mark whispering to Desmond-- MARK Come on--he ain’t never right about nothin’. EXT. BEHIND THE DOSS GARAGE - DAY The boys are digging through a trove of cast off parts from old farm equipment. Then young Desmond spots a coin, and lifts it, spitting on it to clean it. It’s a dime. DESMOND Look! I found a dime! MARK (jealous) That’s mine. DESMOND It ain’t yours. 3.4.13 3. MARK I lost it, give it here. He reaches for it--but Desmond snatches his hand away...and suddenly the fight’s on. They’re real scrappers, rolling around on the ground, punching, kicking, scratching. This isn’t their first fight with each other. Mark finally pins Desmond. MARK DOSS Say Uncle! SAY UNCLE! YOUNG DESMOND NO! Desmond may be younger and smaller but he’s every bit his brother’s equal in grit and determination. He elbows Mark in the face and shoves him off. In a blind fury, Desmond grabs a good size rock and lifts it over his head with both hands, no thought for what he’s about to do but... ...A LARGE HAND reaches into frame, grabs Desmond by his scrawny wrist, and yanks him off his brother. TOM DOSS (O.C.) WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, DESMOND!?!? Tom stands over them, holding a kicking, struggling Desmond up in the air like a bug. Tom folds Desmond over one arm and begins walloping him on the ass with the other - big, hard strokes which echo like gunshots. BERTHA (O.C.) Jack! That’s enough of that! BERTHA, Desmond’s mother, stands behind them. She’s a small woman but fierce in her own way. Tom looks at her with defiance but he lets Desmond go, and the boy falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes. TOM DOSS He was beating on his brother. BERTHA Beating on him doesn’t teach him any different. Tom waves his hand in half-hearted acquiescence. TOM DOSS You’re gonna spoil him is all. 3.4.13 4. INT. LIVING ROOM, DOSS HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER CLOSE ON AN ILLUSTRATION OF THE TEN COMMANDMENTS The Doss house doesn’t contain much art work, and this wouldn’t qualify as art to most people; it’s more like a cartoon, illustrating each of the ten commandments. Desmond’s eyes drift over the illustrations; but then they settle on one that has particular relevance: THOU SHALT NOT KILL, depicted by Cain holding a bloody club, standing over the prostrate body of his dead brother, Abel. There is a look of utter horror on Cain’s face. BERTHA DOSS (O.C.) Murder is the worst sin of all. We’re all brothers and to take another man’s life is the most grievous thing there is in the Lord’s sight. Nothing hurts His heart so much. INT. LIVING ROOM, DOSS HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Bertha kneels on an old worn sofa with Desmond and Mark standing beside her. They are both looking at a framed illustration of the Ten Commandments hanging on the wall. Bertha turns and pulls Desmond down into her lap but his redrimmed eyes never leave the print. DESMOND Why did Cain kill Abel? BERTHA DOSS Oh, he was mad, I suppose. Or he wanted what his brother had. It doesn’t matter why - it’s always wrong. Mark is silent, but Desmond is transfixed, unable to stop staring at that gruesome primal scene of the first murder. EXT. DOSS HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - EVENING The sun’s going down, and Tom Doss is sitting on his front porch, bored and sullen. He reaches to the firewood box beside his chair, and from behind it he draws a Masan jar half full of clear liquid--moonshine. He takes a sip. From inside he hears Mark’s voice. 3.4.13 5. MARK DOSS Daddy?! Can we get down now?! He tucks the jar away quickly and wipes his mouth. TOM DOSS Ask your Mama, she’s the one didn’t want to whip you! INT. DOSS LIVING ROOM - EVENING Mark hops off the chair, leaving Desmond still in the position where their mother left them. Mark heads into the kitchen... INT. DOSS HOUSE - KITCHEN - EVENING Mrs. Doss is cooking dinner as Mark comes in, wearing an expression of exaggerated pennance. MARK Mama, can we stop staring at the Commendments? BERTHA Commandments. Are you sorry? MARK Yes’m. BERTHA Tell Desmond. MARK (without moving) SORRY, DESMOND! BERTHA Okay, you can go. Bertha stands for a moment wondering why she hasn’t heard a response from Desmond. BERTHA (cont’d) Desmond? (beat) Des? She moves into the living room, and finds her youngest son now standing, staring straight at the picture. 3.4.13 6. BERTHA (cont’d) Desmond?... FROM THE POV OF THE PICTURE, we see Desmond’s stare, his entire soul fixed on it. He’s staring at CAIN, A LOOK OF HORROR ON HIS FACE at what he’s done. There are tears in Desmond’s eyes. And BERTHA realizes with a certainty what she has always suspected: Desmond feels things in a unique way. EXT. RAILROAD TRACKS, VA, SEPTEMBER, 1941 - DAY  Title: Fourteen years later. Lynchburg has always been a railroad town; tracks cut through the gorges and span ridges. Twenty-five year old Desmond now walks alongside the tracks. He’s grown into a thin but wiry man with a pleasant but crooked smile. His senses are keen; he hears the chirp of a bird and his blue eyes catch sight of a bright red Cardinal high in a hickory tree. He’s a true country boy, at one with nature. INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - LATER Desmond waits his turn. Fascinated by all things medical, he can’t help but poke around in the shelves and cabinets. The door behind him opens and Desmond whirls around, embarrassed to be caught snooping. He’s even more embarrassed as sees his attendant is an attractive nurse, DOROTHY SHUTTE, early 20’s. DOROTHY Anything in particular you’re looking for? DESMOND No, ma’am. I’m just kind of interested in medicine. He stammers slightly, with nerves. DESMOND (cont’d) I used dream about being a doctor. But I didn’t get much school.

hate this animals