A Few Good Men

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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.

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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

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INT. A MARINE BARRACKS

We HEAR two pairs of footsteps and then

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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

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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.

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