A Few Good Men Page #2

LAWRENCE:

What's the problem?

JO:

Dawson and Downey are both recruiting

poster marines and Santiago was known

to be a screw-up. I was thinking

that it sounded an awful lot like a

code red.

Jo lets this sink in a moment.

WEST:

(under his breath)

Christ.

JO:

I'd like them moved up to Washington

and assigned counsel. Someone who

can really look into this. Someone

who possesses not only the legal

skill, but a familiarity with the

inner workings of the military. In

short, Captain, I'd like to suggest

that... I be the one who, that it be

me who is assigned to represent them.

(beat)

Myself.

Jo looks around the room for a response.

WEST:

Joanne, why don't you get yourself a

cup of coffee.

JO:

Thank you, sir, I'm fine.

WEST:

Joanne, I'd like you to leave the

room so we can talk about you behind

your back.

JO:

Certainly, sir.

JO gets up and walks out.

WEST:

I thought this Code Red sh*t wasn't

going on anymore.

LAWRENCE:

With the marines at GITMO? Who the

hell knows what goes on down there.

WEST:

Well lets find out before the rest

of the world does, this thing could

get messy. What about this woman?

LAWRENCE:

Jo's been working a desk at internal

affairs for what, almost a year now.

WEST:

And before that?

GIBBS:

She disposed of three cases in two

years.

WEST:

Three cases in two years? Who was

she handling, the Rosenbergs?

GIBBS:

She's not cut out for litigation.

LAWRENCE:

She's a hall of an investigator,

Jerry --

GIBBS:

In Internal Affairs, sure. She can

crawl up a lawyer's ass with the

best of 'em, but when it comes to

trial work --

WEST:

I know. All passion, no street smarts.

Bring her back in.

LAWRENCE goes to the door and motions for JO to come back

in.

WEST:

(continuing)

Commander, we're gonna move the

defendants up here in the morning.

JO:

Thank you, sir.

WEST:

And I'll have Division assign them

counsel...

JO:

(beat)

But... not me.

WEST:

From what I understand from your

colleagues, you're much too valuable

in your present assignment to be

wasted on what I'm sure will boil

down to a five minute plea bargain

and a week's worth of paper work.

JO:

Sir --

WEST:

Don't worry about it. I promise you,

division'll assign the right man for

the job.

CUT TO:

EXT. SOFTBALL FIELD - DAY

THE RIGHT MAN FOR THE JOB

His name is LIEUTENANT JUNIOR GRADE DANIEL ALLISTAIR KAFFEE,

and it's almost impossible not to like him. At the moment

he's hitting fungoes to about a dozen LAWYERS who are spread

out on the softball field on a corner of the bass. The '27

Yankees they're not, but they could probably hold their own

against a group of, say, Airforce dentists.

KAFFEE's in his late 20's, 15 months out of Harvard Law

School, and a brilliant legal mind waiting for a courageous

spirit to drive it. He is, at this point in his life,

passionate about nothing... except maybe softball.

KAFFEE:

(calling out to the

team)

Alright, let's get two!

He smacks one to the SECOND BASE. The ball bounces right

between his legs.

SECOND BASE:

Sorry!

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