Air Force One Page #5
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- Year:
- 1997
- 124 min
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Marshall picks up a stack of policy reports. Thumbs through
them.
MARSHALL:
C'mon Shep. I've been eating borscht
and drinking vodka for days. Isn't
that enough?
(off paper)
New home starts are down.
The steward arrives with the Russian beer. Marshall takes a
swig. He swallows hard. Piss-water. Marshall crosses to
his sink and pours the beer out. He hands the bottle to the
steward.
MARSHALL:
Fill this with Heineken.
The steward nods...
STEWARD:
Yes, Mr. President.
AND SLINKS AWAY WITH THE BOTTLE. MARSHALL CATCHES HIMSELF --
MARSHALL:
I don't believe this. I'm playing
politics with a bottle of beer. A
goddamn bottle of beer. I've been
in office too long.
SHEPHERD:
Look on the bright side... if the
polls don't change, you won't have
that problem, sir.
Marshall picks up the phone again.
MARSHALL:
Yeah. Put the Duke game on in my
room.
INT. AFO'S MISSION COMMUNICATION CENTER - NIGHT
THREE Air Force SPECIALISTS man the elaborate communication
system occupying much of the upper deck. Top-of-the-line
computers, communication systems, video decks, and satellite
receivers.
AIR FORCE SPECIALIST
Yes, Mr. President.
He slides in a videotape and channels the feed to the *
president's stateroom.
INT. PRESIDENT'S STATEROOM - NIGHT
A monitor comes to life with a basketball game.
MARSHALL:
(to Shepherd)
Defense and State Department in the
conference room in one hour. I want
to review the Iraq situation.
SHEPHERD:
Yes, sir.
Shepherd exits as Marshall settles into his leather chair
and dives into work. He punches a button on the speakerphone.
MARSHALL:
Get me the Housing Secretary...
The Marine Guards snap to attention once again as the First
Lady's motorcade arrives.
ROSE MARSHALL, a self-assured woman with an aristocratic
gleam, alights from her limo. She takes a few steps, then
turns, tapping her foot impatiently.
ROSE:
C'mon Alice, we're 20 minutes late.
Your father's gonna have a fit.
ALICE, the President's 13-year-old daughter, straggles out
of the car, rolling her eyes.
ALICE:
It's not like he hasn't made us wait
a few times.
ROSE:
Well, you aren't the President, dear.
ALICE:
Yeah, no duh.
INT. MAIN DECK, AIR FORCE ONE - NIGHT
As the First Lady's entourage enters.
ROSE:
Why don't you go say hi?
Again, Alice rolls her eyes.
ROSE:
What is wrong with you tonight?
Come here.
Rose pulls Alice aside.
ROSE:
You don't want to say hi to your
father?
ALICE:
I'm sure he's busy.
ROSE:
Don't you even want to ask?
Alice toes her foot into the carpet as she releases an
exasperated sigh. She is, in this moment, the patron saint
of know-it-all 13-year-old girls. Alice waves toward the
Presidential Suite.
ALICE:
If I go over there to say hi to daddy
President, Mike's going to tell me
he's in a meeting and can't be
disturbed. Then when the plane starts
to taxi, he'll come out and say "Hey,
are you guys back? Did you enjoy
the ballet?" But he'll be on his
way to another meeting and won't
wait for an answer. Then you'll get
pissed at him and he'll get pissed
at you. It's like you guys rehearse
or something.
With the weight of the entire world on her shoulders, Alice
Collapses into one of the many leather chairs. It seems to
swallow her. JORY, a steward passes.
ALICE:
Hey Joey, how `bout a cocoa, double
whip cream.
ROSE:
Alice...
ALICE:
Mom, just this once, give it a rest.
ROSE:
You're jet-lagged. We'll talk about
this back...
ALICE:
Back at The Fishbowl?
Alice eyes the swirl of Aides who are pretending to work
nearby.
But it's obvious that they're eavesdropping. Alice smiles
and waves at them dramatically.
ROSE:
We'll talk at home.
(beat)
You know, most girls aren't as lucky
as you. For most girls seeing the
Bolshoi ballet would be the experience
of a lifetime.
ALICE:
I know, Mom.
(sees the hurt in her
mom's eyes and softens)
It was great... really.
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