A young Italian girl survives the horrors of war to marry, love, live, and become a modern woman.
But… shouldn’t we be?
Well… yeah. But that’s not the point! He tricked us into it. I don’t see any of his kids over here. I – Whoa, hey. Take a look at that.
Robbie slams on the brakes. He pops the door, stands up on the fender and holds up a closed fist.
The trucks behind him come to a stop.
EXT. TREE-LINED ROAD – DAY
A narrow, winding dirt road. Dense trees line both sides as it meanders across the countryside.
Robbie and Kane climb down from their cab. The other men do likewise. They all gather at the front of the lead truck.
The trees on both sides of the road have boxes strapped to them. Wires run from one box to another.
Son, what are y’all, a nut? Them trees are wired to blow.
Everyone hold your positions. I’ll check it out.
Robbie moves forward, slowly, picking his steps with care.
He reaches the first box. Cautiously, he runs his hands up and down the box. He takes hold of the wires coming out of it and gives them a gentle tug.
He examines several more boxes, then returns to the men. He roots around in the toolbox and pulls out wire cutters.
So, what y’all think, Robbie?
I don’t think they’ve been armed.
You don’t think. Why wouldn’t they be?
It’s the “last man out” syndrome.
When an army retreats, they plant mines; they booby-trap bridges and carry out general mayhem. Thing is, it’s the last man’s out responsibility to do it.
Sooo – think about it. You’re the last man. It’s going to take you hours to wire all these boxes. You don’t know when that dust cloud down the road is the enemy coming. So, since you are the last man, who’s going to know if you don’t bother with the wiring?
The men respond with a collective “Ahhhh.”
Any-who, you boys wait here. I’ll clip the first box to test my theory.
Robbie, what if you’re wrong?
Then you guys can watch me break the four-minute mile.
The men CHUCKLE, except Kane.
Robbie crosses to the first box, takes up the wires and (slowly) snips them, even as he cringes. He jumps back.
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