The Manchurian Candidate Page #4
He blinks.
MARCO:
-- injured. I fell, had a, uh,
concussion -- lost focus -- Sgt. Shaw
took command --
A disheveled man comes into the back of the room noisily,
as:
SCOUT DAD:
Did your unit sustain any casualties?
MARCO:
Yes. Two. Two of my people were killed.
Silence. No more questions. The disheveled man (MELVIN)
coughs. Marco pointedly ignores him.
MARCO:
The Medal of Honor is the highest award
to which any soldier can aspire. From
the jungles of Iwo Jima to the desert of
Kuwait, what these brave men I’ve talked
about today did will never be forgotten.
Since 1917, only 827 medals have been
given to a total of more than 30 million
Americans in arms. Only three have been
awarded in the last 40 years. Who knows?
Maybe someday one of you fine boys will
earn one yourself in defense of this
great nation.
A SCOUTMASTER, thin, bearded, stands up:
SCOUTMASTER:
Major Marco, on behalf of Troops 484 and
488 -- just like to thank you, for coming
to talk to us, about the Medal of Honor,
and your interesting experiences in the
Armed Services.
8/18/03 10.
MARCO:
Thanks for listening. My family has
claimed the Army as a trade ever since a
young gunnery officer who grew up with
Hernando De Soto left Spain for a look at
the upper Mississippi.
(beat)
My life is in service to my country.
MELVIN:
You ever wish it’d been you?
MARCO:
Excuse me?
MELVIN:
Won the medal. Been the hero.
Something causes Marco to hesitate. Then, as if he’d
rehearsed it:
MARCO:
No, I’m just proud to have been there.
He sits down. Spattering of polite applause.
37 INT. H.S. AUDITORIUM ENTRANCE - LATER 37
The luncheon is breaking up. A couple of scouts chase each
other through the clusters of men. Marco’s leaving. Men
stop him to shake his hand and thank him for coming.
MELVIN:
Major Marco.
Marco turns, stares blankly into the eyes of the bedraggled-
looking man, who half-salutes.
MELVIN:
It’s Al Melvin, Sir. Corporal Melvin.
From your unit. Desert Storm.
Marco stares hard. Melvin looks like a homeless guy, his
clothes rumpled, his fingernails stained and broken, his
eyes wild with fatigue and paranoia.
MARCO:
Melvin. Jesus -- how are you --
MELVIN:
(intense)
I have these dreams, Major.
MARCO:
Dreams.
8/18/03 11.
MELVIN:
Yeah. Kuwait. You and me. Mavole, and
Baker. Raymond Shaw.
(beat)
See, I remember it happened the way you
just said. And then I don’t.
MARCO:
Well, we had a pretty rough time over
there, Al, it was hairy, and -- it was a
long time ago, now. Memories shift.
MELVIN:
Do you have dreams, sir?
MARCO:
Everybody has dreams, Corporal --
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