好人寥寥 A Few Good Men Movie Script

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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

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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

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INT. MESS HALL - DAY -- SANTIAGO sitting alone in the mess hall, not a friend within four seats of him and

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EXT. MARINE BARRACKS - DAY -- SANTIAGO being chewed out by a Lieutenant in front of his squad and

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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 Cuba and to ask for your help. I've fallen out on runs before for several reasons such as feeling dizzy or nauseated, but on May 18th, I'd fallen back about 20 or 30 yards going down a rocky, unstable hill. My sergeant grabbed me and pushed me down the hill. Then I saw all black and the last thing I remember is hitting the deck. I was brought to the hospital where I was told I just had heat exhaustion and was explained to by the doctor that my body has trouble with the hot sun and I hyperventilate.

I ask you to help me. Please sir. I just need to be transferred out of RSC. Sincerely. PFC William T.

Santiago. U.S. Marine Corps." At this point, with SANTIAGO's letter still in V.O., we

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INT. JESSEP'S OFFICE - DAY THE LETTER - DAY It's the last paragraph of the letter we've been hearing, and at the moment, we can't see the hands that are holding it.

SANTIAGO (V.O.) "P.S. In exchange for my transfer off the base, I'm willing to provide you with information about an illegal fenceline shooting that occurred the night of August 2nd." And as these last words are spoken, we PULL BACK TO REVEAL COLONEL NATHAN R. JESSEP, who drops the letter he's been reading on his desk, where it joins a stack of other letters just like it.

JESSEP's a born leader, considered in many circles to be one of the real fair-haired boys of the Corps. He's smart as a whip with a sense of humor to match. As soon as he drops the letter, he says

JESSEP:

Who the f*** is PFC William T.

Santiago.

He's talking to his two senior officers. CAPTAIN MARKINSON is in his late 40's. He's a career marine and a nice guy in a world where nice guys may not finish last, but they sure as sh*t don't finish first. Lt. JONATHAN JAMES KENDRICK is 26, from Georgia, and an Academy graduate.

If you asked him he'd tell you that the gates to heaven are guarded by the U.S. Marine Corps.

KENDRICK:

Sir, Santiago is a member of Second Platoon, Delta.

JESSEP:

Yeah, well, apparently he's not very happy down here at Shangri-La, cause he's written letters to everyone but Santa Claus asking for a transfer.

And now he's telling tales about a fenceline shooting.

He tosses the letter over to MARKINSON. MARKINSON is looking it over. JESSEP is waiting for a response.

JESSEP:

(continuing) Matthew?

MARKINSON: I'm appalled, sir.