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A FEW GOOD MEN
Written by
Aaron Sorkin
Revised Third Draft
July 15, 1991
FADE IN:
EXT. A SENTRY TOWER --
-- in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere.
Small beams of light coming from lamps attached to the tower
cut through the ground mist. We HEAR all the unidentifiable
sounds of night in the woods. We also HEAR, very, very
faintly, a slow, deliberate drum cadence. And as this starts,
we begin to MOVE SLOWLY UP THE TOWER, more becomes visible
now:... the sandbags on the ground piled ten-high... the
steel, fire escape-type stairway wrapping around the structure
and leading to the lookout post, and finally... THE LOOKOUT
POST, maybe forty feet off the ground.
Standing the post is the silhouette of A MARINE. He's holding
a rifle and staring straight out.
The drum cadence has been building slightly.
CUT TO:
A WIDER SHOT OF THE FENCELINE. And we see by the moonlight
that the tall wire-mesh fence winds its way far, far into
the distance.
SUBTITLE: UNITED STATES NAVAL BASE GUANTANAMO BAY - CUBA.
The drum cadence continues, and we
CUT TO:
INT. A MARINE BARRACKS
We HEAR two pairs of footsteps and then
CUT TO:
THE BARRACKS CORRIDOR
where we see that the footsteps belong to DAWSON and DOWNEY,
two young marines who we'll get to know later. They stop
when they get to a certain door. The drum cadence is still
growing. DAWSON puts his hand on the doorknob and turns it
slowly. He opens's the door and they walk into
INT. SANTIAGO'S ROOM - NIGHT
WILLY SANTIAGO, a young, very slight marine, lies asleep in
his bunk.
DAWSON kneels down by the bed, puts his hand on SANTIAGO'S
shoulder and shakes him gently. SANTIAGO opens his yes, looks
at DAWSON, and for a moment there's nothing wrong --
-- and then SANTIAGO's eyes fill with terror. He lunges out
of the bed -- but forget about it. In one flash DAWSON and
DOWNEY grab him out of bed, and before the scream can come
out, DOWNEY's shoved a piece of cloth into SANTIAGO's mouth.
Everything that happens next occurs with speed, precision
and professionalism.
-- A strip of duct tape is pulled, ripped, and slapped onto
his mouth and eyes --
-- A length of rope is wrapped around his hands and feet.
DOWNEY
(quietly)
You're lucky it's us, Willy.
-- An arm grabs him tightly around the neck, not choking
him, just holding his head still --
-- The drum cadence has built to a crescendo. We HEAR four
sharp blasts from a whistle and we
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. THE WASHINGTON NAVY YARD - DAY
and the drum cadence we've been hearing has turned into Semper
Fidelis and it's coming from THE U.S. MARINE CORPS BAND, a
sight to behold in their red and gold uniforms and polished
silver and brass.
The BAND is performing on the huge and lush parade grounds
before a crowd made up mostly of TOURISTS and DAY-CAMPERS.
As the TITLES ROLL, we watch the BAND do their thing from
various angles. Incredible precision is the name of the game.
Each polished black shoe hitting the ground as if they were
all attached by a rod. Each drumstick raised to the same
fraction of a centimeter before striking. A RIFLE DRILL TEAM
that can't possibly be human. Flags, banners, the works.
SUBTITLE: THE WASHINGTON NAVY YARD, WASHINGTON, D.C.
CUT TO:
HIGH ANGLE of the entire band an we end credits.
CUT TO:
EXT. A RED BRICK BUILDING - DAY
It's an important building, a main building. A few SAILORS
enter and exit and
CUT TO:
A WOMAN
as she walks across the courtyard toward the brick building.
The WOMAN is JOANNE GALLOWAY, a navy lawyer in her early
30's. She's bright, attractive, impulsive, and has a tendency
to speak quickly. If she had any friends, they'd call her
JO. As she walks, she mutters to herself ...
JO
I'm requesting... I'm... Captain,
I'd like to request that I be the
attorney assigned to rep -- I'd like
to request that it be myself who is
assigned to represent --
(she stops)
"That it be myself who is assigned
to represent"? ...Good, Jo, that's
confidence inspiring.
We follow JO, still muttering, as she walks into the brick
building which bears the seal of the
UNITED STATES NAVY - JUDGE ADVOCATE GENERAL'S CORPS
CUT TO:
INT. WEST'S OFFICE - DAY
As JO enters. CAPTAIN WEST and two other officers, GIBBS
and LAWRENCE, sit around a conference table.
GIBBS
Jo, come on in.
JO
Thank you, sir.
GIBBS
Captain West, this is Lt. Commander
Galloway. Jo, you know Mike Lawrence.
JO
Yes sir.
(to WEST)
Captain, I appreciate your seeing me
on such short notice.
WEST
I understand there was some trouble
over the weekend down in Cuba.
JO
Yes sir... This past Friday evening.
Two marines, Corporal Harold Dawson
and Private Louden Downey, entered
the barracks room of a PFC William
Santiago and assaulted him. Santiago
died at the base hospital
approximately an hour later. The NIS
agent who took their statements
maintains they were trying to prevent
Santiago from naming them in a
fenceline shooting incident. They're
scheduled to have a hearing down in
Cuba at 4:00 this afternoon.
LAWRENCE
What's the problem?
JO
Dawson and Downey are both recruiting
poster marines and Santiago was known
to be a screw-up. I was thinking
that it sounded an awful lot like a
code red.
Jo lets this sink in a moment.
WEST
(under his breath)
Christ.
JO
I'd like them moved up to Washington
and assigned counsel. Someone who
can really look into this. Someone
who possesses not only the legal
skill, but a familiarity with the
inner workings of the military. In
short, Captain, I'd like to suggest
that... I be the one who, that it be
me who is assigned to represent them.
(beat)
Myself.
Jo looks around the room for a response.
WEST
Joanne, why don't you get yourself a
cup of coffee.
JO
Thank you, sir, I'm fine.
WEST
Joanne, I'd like you to leave the
room so we can talk about you behind
your back.
JO
Certainly, sir.
JO gets up and walks out.
WEST
I thought this Code Red shit wasn't
going on anymore.
LAWRENCE
With the marines at GITMO? Who the
hell knows what goes on down there.
WEST
Well lets find out before the rest
of the world does, this thing could
get messy. What about this woman?
LAWRENCE
Jo's been working a desk at internal
affairs for what, almost a year now.
WEST
And before that?
GIBBS
She disposed of three cases in two
years.
WEST
Three cases in two years? Who was
she handling, the Rosenbergs?
GIBBS
She's not cut out for litigation.
LAWRENCE
She's a hall of an investigator,
Jerry --
GIBBS
In Internal Affairs, sure. She can
crawl up a lawyer's ass with the
best of 'em, but when it comes to
trial work --
WEST
I know. All passion, no street smarts.
Bring her back in.
LAWRENCE goes to the door and motions for JO to come back
in.
WEST
(continuing)
Commander, we're gonna move the
defendants up here in the morning.
JO
Thank you, sir.
WEST
And I'll have Division assign them
counsel...
JO
(beat)
But... not me.
WEST
From what I understand from your
colleagues, you're much too valuable
in your present assignment to be
wasted on what I'm sure will boil
down to a five minute plea bargain
and a week's worth of paper work.
JO
Sir --
WEST
Don't worry about it. I promise you,
division'll assign the right man for
the job.
CUT TO:
EXT. SOFTBALL FIELD - DAY
THE RIGHT MAN FOR THE JOB
His name is LIEUTENANT JUNIOR GRADE DANIEL ALLISTAIR KAFFEE,
and it's almost impossible not to like him. At the moment
he's hitting fungoes to about a dozen LAWYERS who are spread
out on the softball field on a corner of the bass. The '27
Yankees they're not, but they could probably hold their own
against a group of, say, Airforce dentists.
KAFFEE's in his late 20's, 15 months out of Harvard Law
School, and a brilliant legal mind waiting for a courageous
spirit to drive it. He is, at this point in his life,
passionate about nothing... except maybe softball.
KAFFEE
(calling out to the
team)
Alright, let's get two!
He smacks one to the SECOND BASE. The ball bounces right
between his legs.
SECOND BASE
Sorry!
KAFFEE
Nothing to be sorry about, Sherby.
Just look the ball into your glove.
He smacks one out to the same place. It bounces off the heel
of SHERBY's glove and into center field.
SECOND BASE (SHERBY)
Sorry!
KAFFEE
You gotta trust me, Sherby. You keep
your eyes open, your chances of
catching the ball increase by a factor
of ten.
SPRADLING, a young naval officer, sweaty and out of breath,
walks up behind the backstop.
SPRADLING
Kaffee!
KAFFEE
Let's try it again.
SPRADLING
Kaffee!!
KAFFEE
(turning)
Dave. You seem upset and distraught.
SPRADLING
We were supposed to meet in your
office 15 minutes ago to talk about
the McDermott case. You're stalling
on this thing. Now we got this done
and I mean now, or no kidding, Kaffee,
I'll hang your boy from a fuckin'
yardarm.
KAFFEE
A yardarm?
(calling out)
Sherby, does the Navy still hang
people from yardarms?
SHERBY
(calling back)
I don't think so, Danny.
KAFFEE
(back to SPRADLING)
Dave, Sherby doesn't think the Navy
hangs people from yardarms anymore.
(back to the field)
Let's go, let's get two!
He goes back to hitting fungoes.
SPRADLING
I'm gonna charge him with possession
and being under the influence while
on duty. Plead guilty and I'll
recommend 30 days in the brig with
loss of rank and pay.
KAFFEE
It was oregano, Dave, it was ten
dollars worth of oregano.
SPRADLING
Yeah, well your client thought it
was marijuana.
KAFFEE
My client's a moron, that's not
against the law.
Swapp! The THIRD BASEMAN takes one in the face.
KAFFEE
(continuing)
Ow. That had to hurt.
(calling out)
Way to keep your head in the play,
Lester. Walk it off!
SPRADLING
I've got people to answer to just
like you, I'm gonna charge him.
KAFFEE
With what, possession of a condiment?
SPRADLING
Kaffee --
KAFFEE
Dave, I've tried to help you out of
this, but if you ask for tall time,
I'm gonna file a motion to dismiss.
SPRADLING
You won't got it.
KAFFEE
I will get it. And if the MTD is
denied, I'll file a motion in liminee
seeking to obtain evidentiary ruling
in advance, and after that I'm gonna
file against pre-trial confinement,
and you're gonna spend an entire
summer going blind on paperwork
because a Signalman Second Class
bought and smoked a dime bag of
oregano.
SPRADLING
B Misdemeanor, 20 days in the brig.
KAFFEE
C Misdemeanor, 15 days restricted
duty.
SPRADLING
I don't know why I'm agreeing to
this.
KAFFEE
'Cause you have wisdom beyond your
years. Dave, can you play third base?
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
About 16 NAVY AND MARINE LAWYERS (several of whom are women)
are taking their seats around a large conference table.
A PARALEGAL is handing out folders and some photocopied papers
to the LAWYERS.
We might notice that one of the lawyers is Lieutenant Junior
Grade SAM WEINBERG. Sam's serious and studious looking. If
he weren't in uniform, you wouldn't guess that he was a naval
officer.
CAPTAIN WHITAKER walks in.
WHITAKER
'Morning.
LAWYERS
(school class)
'Morning Captain Whitaker.
WHITAKER
Sam, how's the baby?
SAM
I think she's ready to say her first
word any day now.
WHITAKER
How can you tell?
SAM
She just looks like she has something
to say.
KAFFEE walks in.
KAFFEE
Excuse me, sorry I'm late.
WHITAKER
I'm sure you don't have a good excuse,
so I won't force you to come up with
a bad one.
KAFFEE
Thank you, Isaac, that's nice of
you.
WHITAKER
Sit-down, this first one's for you.
He hands KAFFEE some files.
WHITAKER
(continuing)
You're moving up in the world, Danny,
you've been requested by Division.
"Oooh"'s and "Ahhh"'S from the other LAWYERS. (Subtle Note:
Kaffee doesn't want to move up in the world.)
KAFFEE
Requested to do what?
WHITAKER hands him a file.
WHITAKER
Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. A marine
corporal named Dawson illegally fires
a round from his weapon over the
fenceline and into Cuban territory.
KAFFEE
What's a fenceline?
WHITAKER
Sam?
SAM
A big wall separating the good guys
from the bad guys.
KAFFEE
Teachers pet.
WHITAKER
PFC William Santiago threatens to
rat on Dawson to the Naval
investigative Service. Dawson and
another member of his squad, PFC
Louden Downey, they go into Santiago's
room, tie him up, and stuff a rag
down his throat. An hour later,
Santiago's dead. Attending physician
says the rag was treated with some
kind of toxin.
KAFFEE
They poisoned the rag?
WHITAKER
Not according to them.
KAFFEE
What do they say?
WHITAKER
Not much. They're being flown up
here tomorrow and on Thursday at
0600 you'll catch a transport down
to Cuba for the day to find out what
you can. Meantime, go across the
yard and see Lt. Commander Joanne
Galloway. She's the one who had 'em
brought up here. She'll fill you in
on whatever she has. Any questions?
KAFFEE
The flight to Cuba, was that 0600 in
the morning, sir?
WHITAKER
It seems important to Division that
this one be handled by the book, so
I'm assigning co-counsel. Any
volunteers?
SAM
No.
WHITAKER
Sam.
SAM
I have a stack of paper on my desk --
WHITAKER
Work with Kaffee on this.
SAM
Doing what? Kaffee'll finish this up
in four days.
WHITAKER
Do various... administrative... you
know... things. Back-up. Whatever.
SAM
In other words I have no
responsibilities whatsoever.
WHITAKER
Right.
SAM
My kinda case.
CUT TO:
INT. JO'S OFFICE - DAY
JO sits behind her desk. KAFFEE and SAM stand in the doorway.
KAFFEE knocks politely.
JO looks up.
KAFFEE
Hi.
(beat)
I'm Daniel Kaffee. I was told to
meet with --
(checks notes)
-- Commander Galloway.
JO is staring at him. KAFFEE doesn't know why.
KAFFEE
(continuing)
About a briefing.
JO is finding this hard to believe.
JO
You're the attorney that Division
assigned?
KAFFEE
I'm lead counsel. This is Sam
Weinberg.
SAM
I have no responsibilities here
whatsoever.
JO's deeply puzzled.
JO
(beat)
Come in, please, have a seat...
KAFFEE and SAM come into the office and sit.
JO
(continuing)
Lieutenant, how long have you been
in the Navy?
KAFFEE
Going on nine months now.
JO
And how long have you been out of
law school?
KAFFEE
A little over a year.
JO
(beat)
I see.
KAFFEE
Have I done something wrong?
JO
No. It's just that when I petitioned
Division to have counsel assigned, I
was hoping I'd be taken seriously.
KAFFEE and SAM exchange a look.
KAFFEE
(to JO)
No offense taken, if you were
wondering.
SAM
Commander, Lt. Kaffee's generally
considered the best litigator in our
office. He's successfully plea
bargained 44 cases in nine months.
KAFFEE
One more, and I got a set of steak
knives.
JO
Have you ever been in a courtroom?
KAFFEE
I once had my drivers license
suspended.
SAM
Danny --
KAFFEE
Commander, from what I understand,
if this thing goes to court, they
won't need a lawyer, they'll need a
priest.
JO
No. They'll need a lawyer.
During this, she'll hand KAFFEE a series of files, which
KAFFEE will pass To SAM without even glancing at them.
JO
(continuing)
Dawson's family has been contacted.
Downey's closest living relative is
Ginny Miller, his aunt on his mother's
side, she hasn't been Contacted yet.
None of this really means anything to KAFFEE.
JO
(continuing)
Would you like me to take care of
that?
KAFFEE
Sure, if you feel like it.
JO takes another beat to size this guy up.
JO
One of the people you'll be speaking
to down there is the barracks C.O.,
Colonel Nathan Jessep, I assume you've
heard of him.
KAFFEE
(beat)
Who hasn't?
SAM
(to KAFFEE)
He's been in the papers lately. He's
expected to be appointed Director of
Operations for the National Security
Counsel.
Passing KAFFEE another file --
JO
These are letters that Santiago wrote
in his 8 months at GITMO --
SAM
(whispering to kaffee)
Guantanamo Bay.
KAFFEE
I know that one.
JO
He wrote to his recruiter, the fleet
commander, HQ, Atlantic, even his
senator. He wanted a transfer. Nobody
was listening. You with me?
KAFFEE
Yes.
JO
This last letter to the Naval
investigative Service --
She hands it to KAFFEE who hands it to Sam --
JO
(continuing)
-- where he offers information about
Corporal Dawson's fenceline shooting
in exchange for a transfer, was just
a last ditch effort.
KAFFEE
Right. Is that all?
JO
(beat)
Lieutenant, this letter makes it
look like your client had a motive
to kill Santiago.
KAFFEE
Gotcha.
(beat)
And Santiago is... who?
JO
(beat)
The victim.
KAFFEE
(to SAM)
Write that down.
(to JO)
Am I correct in assuming that these
letters don't paint a flattering
picture of marine corps life in
Guantanamo Bay?
JO
Yes, among other --
KAFFEE
And am I further right in assuming
that a protracted investigation of
this incident might cause some
embarrassment for the security counsel
guy.
JO
Colonel Jessep, yes, but --
KAFFEE
Twelve years.
JO
I'm sorry?
KAFFEE
Twelve years. I can get it knocked
down to Involuntary Manslaughter.
Twelve years.
JO
You haven't talked to a witness, you
haven't looked at a piece of paper.
KAFFEE
Pretty impressive, huh?
JO
You're gonna have to go deeper than
just --
KAFFEE
Commander, do you have some sort of
jurisdiction here that I should know
about?
JO
My job is to make sure you do your
job. I'm special counsel for Internal
Affairs, so my jurisdiction's pretty
much in your face. Read the letters.
You're not under any obligation, but
I'd appreciate a report when you get
back from Cuba.
KAFFEE
Sure.
KAFFEE gets up without waiting for JO to say --
JO
You're dismissed.
KAFFEE
Sorry, I always forget that.
KAFFEE's gone. SAM's standing in the doorway.
SAM
He's a little preoccupied.
(beat)
The team's playing Bethesda Medical
next week.
JO
Tell your friend not to get cute
down there. The marines in Guantanimo
are fanatical.
SAM
About what?
And in VOICE OVER we HEAR --
SANTIAGO (V.O.)
Dear Sir,
JO
About being marines.
CUT TO:
EXT. CUBAN FIELD - DAY
SERIES OF SHOTS - DAY
And while we HEAR the letter read in V.O., what we're seeing
is this: SANTIAGO's life in Guantanimo Bay over the last 8
months. He had a rough time of it.
THE SHOTS SHOULD INCLUDE:
-- SANTIAGO running along at the rear of a group of MARINES.
It's been over seven miles and he's matted with sweat. A
SERGEANT runs up along side, grabs his back, and pushes him
to keep up with the group. SANTIAGO falls, struggles to get
back up and keep running, and
CUT TO:
EXT. MARINE BARRACKS - DAY
-- SANTIAGO doing push-ups alone in the rain. He's being
supervised by a SERGEANT who sees to it that his face hits
the mud every time down and
CUT TO:
INT. MESS HALL - DAY
-- SANTIAGO sitting alone in the mess hall, not a friend
within four seats of him and
CUT TO:
EXT. MARINE BARRACKS - DAY
-- SANTIAGO being chewed out by a Lieutenant in front of his
squad and
CUT TO:
EXT. ROCKY HILL - DAY
-- SANTIAGO running with the squad of MARINES again, this
time down a rocky hill. It's hot as hell and it looks like
he's gonna pass out.
He stumbles, and the SERGEANT picks him up and pushes him
down the hill. He rolls about 30 feet before he stops. Over
this, we HEAR
SANTIAGO (V.O.)
"...My name is PFC William T.
Santiago. I am a marine stationed at
Marine Barracks, Rifle Security
Company Windward, Second Platoon
Delta. I am writing to inform you of
my problems with my unit here in