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REECE I’m Lieutenant Commander James Reece. I flew back from Turkey with Petty Officer Vickers. We arrived this afternoon. He was fine.
The Homicide Detective reaches Reece, pulling his hands behind him, slapping on a cuff to make sure he’s subdued. HOMICIDE DETECTIVE
Sir, I can see you’re upset, but this man shot himself two days ago. Neighbors just found the body...
The Detective’s voice FADES into the distance. Reece’s HEARTBEAT and BREATH are pulled to the fore. As the second handcuff goes on and gets tightened... we PRE-LAP: THE SOUND OF ROARING SURF AND A CRASHING WAVE...
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EXT. SEAL TEAM AMPHIBIOUS BASE -- DAY WAVES CRASH on the shores of Coronado island. TWO TEAMS of battered, wet, and exhausted young SEAL CANDIDATES hump RAFTS along the beach. “Hell week” is in full swing. More ”BOAT CREWS” of 6 CANDIDATES do sit-ups while holding an 8-foot 500-pound LOG as an INSTRUCTOR SCREAMS at them through a megaphone. We PULL BACK TO FIND... EXT. SAND BERMS -- DAY REECE watches from afar. He looks EXHAUSTED and EMOTIONALLY SPENT. But he’s focused on the TRAINEES, because while Hell Week may look like the ultimate in negative reinforcement, to someone who’s been there, it’s the quintessential expression of teamwork. And it only makes Reece miss his men more. JAG CAPTAIN HOWARD walks into frame next to Reece. CAPTAIN HOWARD Admiral’s ready for us. Reece rises, brushing the sand off his Garrison Camo Uniform, composing himself. Howard notices Reece doesn’t have a hat. CAPTAIN HOWARD (CONT’D) Where’s your cover? REECE I couldn’t find it this morning.
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