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
... 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.
A WIDER SHOT OF THE FENCELINE. And we see by the moonlight
that the tall wire-mesh fence winds its way far, far into
UNITED STATES NAVAL BASE GUANTANAMO BAY - CUBA.
The drum cadence continues, and we
INT. A MARINE BARRACKS
We HEAR two pairs of footsteps and then
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
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
-- 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.
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.