Dubrovka Siege Script

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FADE IN:

INT. DUBROVKA THEATER - NIGHT

The grand hall is packed with terrified HOSTAGES. Chechen MILITANTS, clad in black, brandish AK-47s. Their LEADER, a solemn, deadly-serious man, stands on the stage. Beside him, a DEAD HOSTAGE lies slumped.

MILITANT LEADER You have one choice: withdraw your forces from Chechnya, or these people die.

Silence. The HOSTAGES tremble. Some stifle sobs. A distant phone RINGS.

CUT TO:

INT. KREMLIN - SITUATION ROOM - NIGHT

A long table is surrounded by RUSSIAN OFFICIALS, each speaking over the other. Papers are shuffled, coffee spills. No one listens. VLADIMIR (gray suit, perpetual sweat) stands, clearing his throat.

VLADIMIR Perhaps we negotiate? A measured response—

FOMIN (military official, overfed, mustache) LAUGHS.

FOMIN Negotiate? Do you think we’re in France? No, no! We send in gas! Fast, simple, no mess—

KUZNETSOV (nervous, thin, glasses) Actually, the gas is, um, untested. We don’t fully know—

FOMIN Bah! Gas is gas! We have gas! We use gas! Problem solved.

GENNADY (FSB, smug, sleek) Or we just storm the place. Quick in, quick out. Minimal casualties.

VLADIMIR Except for, you know, all the casualties.

Silence. They glance at one another. Then, all nod in agreement:

ALL We use the gas.

CUT TO:

INT. DUBROVKA THEATER - NIGHT

The MILITANTS pace. The HOSTAGES are exhausted. Suddenly, a phone RINGS. The MILITANT LEADER answers.

MILITANT LEADER Have you come to your senses?

CUT TO:

INT. KREMLIN - SITUATION ROOM - NIGHT

VLADIMIR (holding phone) Oh, yes, absolutely. Full compliance. But, um, we have a slight request. Would you mind terribly if we… sent in a few sandwiches?

CUT TO:

INT. DUBROVKA THEATER - NIGHT

The MILITANT LEADER blinks.

MILITANT LEADER ...Sandwiches?

CUT TO:

INT. KREMLIN - SITUATION ROOM - NIGHT

VLADIMIR Yes, just a few. Lovely ones. Very fresh. Tasty. No poison whatsoever.

FOMIN (whispering, to Kuznetsov) Can we put the gas in the sandwiches?

KUZNETSOV No.

FOMIN Hmph. Useless.

CUT TO:

INT. DUBROVKA THEATER - NIGHT

A strange noise. A HISSING SOUND. The MILITANTS look up. The HOSTAGES blink. One starts to COUGH.

MILITANT What the hell is—

THUD. He COLLAPSES.

CHAOS erupts. HOSTAGES slump, struggling for breath. MILITANTS stagger, firing wildly. The MILITANT LEADER attempts to speak, but his knees buckle.

CUT TO:

INT. KREMLIN - SITUATION ROOM - NIGHT

An AIDE rushes in, breathless.

AIDE The gas is working! Everyone’s out cold!

FOMIN Perfect! Our men go in, we save the day!

AIDE One issue.

VLADIMIR (suspiciously) Yes?

AIDE Well, uh, we didn’t exactly tell the paramedics what gas we used. So they… um… don’t have the antidote.

Silence. A long beat. Then:

FOMIN ...Oops.

CUT TO:

INT. DUBROVKA THEATER - NIGHT

FSB TROOPS storm in, masked, guns raised. They check for resistance. There is none. Everyone is UNCONSCIOUS, or worse.

PARAMEDICS rush in, but have NO IDEA what they’re dealing with. They check pulses, SHAKING HOSTAGES.

PARAMEDIC 1 What do we do?

PARAMEDIC 2 Try CPR! Try something!

PARAMEDIC 1 How do you do CPR for nerve gas!?

One HOSTAGE blinks awake… and is promptly HANDCUFFED by a SOLDIER.

HOSTAGE What the hell?!

SOLDIER Shhh! For your safety!

CUT TO:

INT. KREMLIN - SITUATION ROOM - NIGHT

Phones RING. Chaos. Papers fly. The OFFICIALS scramble.

VLADIMIR How many hostages did we save?

AIDE Well… um… define “save.”

Silence.

GENNADY It’s fine! We control the narrative! We say it was a total success.

KUZNETSOV It was a total disaster.

GENNADY Same thing, different phrasing!

CUT TO:

EXT. MOSCOW - NEWS BROADCAST - NIGHT

A stern NEWS ANCHOR addresses the camera.

NEWS ANCHOR The daring rescue of hostages from Dubrovka Theater was a complete success. The terrorists have been neutralized. A true victory.

Behind her, BODIES are being discreetly LOADED into vans.

FADE OUT.

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