G.I. Jane Page #5

INT. JORDAN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

It's not so much furnished as equipped -- scuba gear and

wetsuits in the mud room, life vests on coat racks, a

training bag and boxing gloves hanging in the living room.

In the kitchen we find...

A naked man. He's steeping tea.

JORDAN (O.S.)

... well, I survived Basic Training

and three brothers -- so I know how

to fight. What scares me are the

sexual politics. I don't want to be

turned into some poster girl for

women's rights.

CAMERA FOLLOWS as the naked man carries a steaming mug

through the house...

INT. BATHROOM - JORDAN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

... and sets it down beside Jordan, languishing in a tub.

Snow builds on a window sill. Facing Jordan, the man

slides into the tub.

ROYCE:

So why're you even considering it?

Are you?

JORDAN:

Just like you would be.

ROYCE:

Spec-Recon. Those guys are world-

class warriors. And they will not

want you there, Jordan.

JORDAN:

I take it you don't either. Feet.

Dutifully, Royce massages her feet.

ROYCE:

Well, you're doin' sh*t-hot at

Intel.

JORDAN:

Royce. We're the same age, we

started the same time -- and now

you're sitting in the upperdecks

while I'm still down in the bullpen.

What does that tell you about the

Navy?

ROYCE:

(shaking head)

She's haze grey and underway...

JORDAN:

You need operational duty to really

advance... you need combat training

to go operational... yet combat

training is off-limits to people

with tits. I'm topped out at Intel.

Forget the glass ceiling -- I'm

beating my head on a big brass

ceiling.

ROYCE:

So dump on me.

JORDAN:

This has nothing to do with you.

ROYCE:

(getting out)

Well, guess I don't even need to be

here...

JORDAN:

Get your dick back here. It has

everything to do with you.

ROYCE:

You're such a ball-breaker

sometimes. Especially at night.

JORDAN:

Sorry. But after our days...

(a thoughtful sip)

So if I try this thing... if I ship

out to Coronado... what happens

here?

ROYCE:

I'll try to keep the door open. If

you wash out, I make it so that --

JORDAN:

Wai', wait. What happens if it

works? Four months of training,

three years of operational duty.

What then?

ROYCE:

(blowing a sigh)

I don't feel like doing an option

paper on the rest of my life,

Jordan. Maybe we should just let it

happen.

JORDAN:

Which is guy-speak for...

ROYCE:

(conceding)

Sounded lame as soon as it came out

of my mouth. But I'm trying to be

honest, okay? Three years is a long

time. Don't ask me to predict how

I'll feel then, Jordan, because I

don't know. And either do you.

JORDAN:

You know, right up until you said

that -- I thought I did know.

Wounded, she gets out.

ROYCE:

Jordan...

JORDAN:

Thank you, Royce. It was shaping up

like such a tough call -- and then

you go and make it so goddamn easy.

Really, thank you so much.

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