好人寥寥 A Few Good Men Movie Script

场外:

EXT. A SENTRY TOWER -- -- in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere.

外景：一座神秘的塔---在夜深人静的地方。

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 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.

The BAND is performing on the huge and lush parade grounds before a crowd made up mostly of TOURISTS and DAY-CAMPERS.

As the TITLES ROLL, we watch the BAND do their thing from various angles. Incredible precision is the name of the game.

Each polished black shoe hitting the ground as if they were all attached by a rod. Each drumstick raised to the same fraction of a centimeter before striking. A RIFLE DRILL TEAM that can't possibly be human. Flags, banners, the works.

SUBTITLE:

THE WASHINGTON NAVY YARD, WASHINGTON, D.C.

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HIGH ANGLE of the entire band an we end credits.

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EXT. A RED BRICK BUILDING - DAY It's an important building, a main building. A few SAILORS enter and exit and

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A WOMAN:

as she walks across the courtyard toward the brick building.

The WOMAN is JOANNE GALLOWAY, a navy lawyer in her early 30's. She's bright, attractive, impulsive, and has a tendency to speak quickly. If she had any friends, they'd call her JO. As she walks, she mutters to herself ...

JO:

I'm requesting... I'm... Captain, I'd like to request that I be the attorney assigned to rep -- I'd like to request that it be myself who is assigned to represent -- (she stops) "That it be myself who is assigned to represent"? ...Good, Jo, that's confidence inspiring.