A Few Good Men Page #39

We HOLD on the two of them for a moment, then

CUT TO:

EXT. A SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT

JO is walking through the night at a brisk pace. She's doing

her best not to fall apart.

TWO HEADLIGHTS appear coming down the street, and KAFFEE's

CAR, with SAM driving and KAFFEE riding shotgun, slows down

alongside JO. KAFFEE rolls down his window.

KAFFEE:

Joanne.

JO ignores them and keeps walking. The car crawls along with

her.

JO starts walking faster.

KAFFEE:

(continuing)

Jo, we look ridiculous.

(to SAM)

Stop the car.

KAFFEE hops out and calls --

KAFFEE:

(continuing)

Joanne.

JO keeps walking.

KAFFEE:

(continuing)

I apologize. I was angry and... I'm

sorry about what I said.

But JO'S still walking.

KAFFEE:

(continuing; calling)

I'm gonna put Jessep on the stand.

She stops. She turns around.

CUT TO:

INT. KAFFEE'S APARTMENT - LATER - AFTERNOON

A nerf ball bounces off the wall.

KAFFEE, JO and SAM are sprawled out in the living room. For

hours now they've been trying to come up with an idea.

KAFFEE's mind seems to be on his basketball game.

JO:

I say we hit him with the phoney

transfer order.

SAM:

What's the transfer order without a

witness?

KAFFEE:

We have a witness.

SAM:

A dead witness.

KAFFEE:

And in the hands of a lesser attorney,

that'd be a problem.

SAM:

Look at this. Last night he was

swimming in his Jack Daniels, now he

can leap tall buildings in a single

bound.

KAFFEE:

I'm getting my second wind. Siddown.

Both of you.

He sees that SAM and JO were already sitting down.

KAFFEE:

(continuing)

Good.

(beat)

Jessep told Kendrick to order a code

red. Kendrick did, and our clients

followed the order. The cover-up

isn't our case. To win, Jessep has

to tell the jury that he ordered the

code red.

SAM:

And you think you can got him to

just say it?

KAFFEE:

I think he wants to say it. I think

he's pissed off that he's gotta hide

from us. I think he wants to say

that he made a command decision and

that's the end of it. He eats

breakfast 80 yards away from 4000

Cubans who are trained to kill him,

and no one's gonna tell him how to

run his base. Least of all the pushy

broad, the smart Jew, and the Harvard

clown. I need to shake him and put

him on the defensive.

SAM and JO are silent for a moment.

SAM:

That's it? That's the plan?

KAFFEE:

That's the plan.

SAM:

You're gonna trip Jessep and he's

gonna confess.

KAFFEE:

I'm not gonna trip him. I'm gonna

lead him right where he's dying to

go.

SAM:

And how are you gonna do that?

KAFFEE:

I have no idea. I need my bat.

JO:

What?

KAFFEE:

(looking around)

I need my bat. I think better with

my bat. Where's my bat?

JO:

I put it in the closet.

KAFFEE:

You put it in the closet.

KAFFEE heads to the closet.

JO:

I was tripping over it.

KAFFEE (O.S.)

Don't ever put a bat in a closet.

JO:

He thinks better with his bat?

And we go to KAFFEE AT THE CLOSET.

OFFSCREEN WE HEAR

SAM (O.S.)

I can understand that. I used to

have stuffed panda named Mr. Boob. I

could never do my home work without

him.

During this, KAFFEE's opened the closet door. He reaches in

to grab his bat when all of a sudden he notices something:

His clothes.

His uniforms and his civilian clothes. Hanging neatly along

the bar. He stares at this a moment, then suddenly heads

back through the living room towards the front door.

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