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Then A FINAL SERIES of flashes begin... and now it’s not just Donny Mitchell’s head appearing, but also... --BOOZER laughing in the airfield bar, wearing SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT than when we saw the scene take place... --DONNY MITCHELL in the back of the gunboat, rubbing his temples like he has a headache, his eyes ringed red... More and more crossover builds between the test and Reece’s memory... Reece starts rapidly SQUEEZING the remote in his hand... His eyes blinking as fast as the images come... INT. SYRIAN COMPOUND TUNNELS -- NIGHT -- FLASHBACK --DONNY MITCHELL again in the back of the gunboat, rubbing his temples like he has a headache, his eyes ringed red... REECE Donny, you good? Ram can give you something for that headache! DONNY It’s not a headache, boss. It’s my bullshit meter. Fuck this op... --Firefight rages. Only now, it’s clearly Donny Mitchell -- not the SDF TROOPER -- who is sweating and afraid... DONNY (CONT’D) Reece... It’s too fucking loud... Too fucking loud... Reece looks at the SPIDERWEB OF TRIPWIRES in a nearby side tunnel (NOTE: the visual metaphor for the brain now clear). REECE Ramirez! Mitchell needs help!-- --THE IMAGE JUMPS to Reece on comms with the T.O.C. when he’s interrupted by a SCREAM... He whips around and sees DONNY -- not the SDF Trooper -- rushing towards the trip wire-- --KA-FUCKING-BOOM... Reece is blown backwards into the murky water as the explosion rips by overhead... SNAP TO: INT. MRI TUBE -- NIGHT -- PRESENT Reece wakes from his memories -- his repaired memories -- breathing heavily, sweating, struggling to orient himself. He’s still in the MRI tube. But the screen above him is blank. The whirring magnets slow to a stop and go silent...
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