Dave Page #6
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1993
- 110 min
- 1,594 Views
Dave nods, frozen in his chair.
REED:
Can I get you something to drink?
He shakes his head.
REED:
You sure? A Coke or a Perrier or
something?
DAVE:
(still frozen)
Oh yeah... 1'm fine...
Reed flashes him a smile and glances over at Bob.
REED:
(moving toward him)
Now, Dave, something has come up and I
think we need to talk about it...
DAVE:
(blurting it out)
Look, I'm sorry. I know you said not
to talk, but when I saw the crowd I
just got excited...
REED:
We're not upset with you, Dave. We
think you did a terrific job.
(to Bob)
Don't we?
BOB:
(all tension)
Terrific.
Reed smiles at Dave, who musters a little smile in return.
REED:
In fact, we think you did such a good
job, we'd like to extend things a little
bit.
DAVE:
Extend things?
REED:
(nodding)
Extend them.
(beat)
C'mere for a second.
He places a hand on Dave's shoulder and motions toward the
desk. Dave hesitates, then follows him over.
DIFFERENT ANGLE:
Reed pulls out the President's chair and motions to it.
REED:
Try it out.
Dave looks down at the chair in wonder.
REED:
Go ahead.
Dave pauses for a moment then sinks down into the soft brown
leather. He stares out in awe across the Oval Office.
DIFFERENT ANGLE:
Reed looks over at Bob, who nods at
him. He takes a deep breath.
REED:
Dave, something has happened to the
President.
DAVE:
(whirling)
Oh my God...
REED:
(soothing him)
I know... I know...
(pause)
It's difficult for all of us. But
sometimes we have to put our personal
feelings aside and focus on the gQod
of the country.
DAVE:
(beat)
What happened?
REED:
Well, it's... It's sort of an... an
`incident' really...
BOB:
(nodding)
A condition...
REED:
Exactly. A condition.
Dave nods but still doesn't understand. Reed hesitates when
Bob glares at him again.
REED:
It's actually kind of serious, Dave.
I'm afraid the President's not in very
good shape.
DAVE:
(actually shaken)
Oh my gosh...
He sits there, stunned for a moment.
DAVE:
Will he be alright?
REED:
Oh, yeah... probably...
BOB:
We think so.
REED:
Yes.
DAVE:
(beat)
Oh.
Reed moves closer.
REED:
Dave, we need our friends and even our
enemies to feel safe and secure... We
need them to feel like they can go to
bed at night knowing President Mitchell
is fully in control... We need them to
feel like he's sitting right here in
this chair...
Bob and Reed just stare at him. Dave nods, then suddenly
jumps out of the chair.
DAVE:
Hey - - wait a second...
He stares at them for a beat...
DAVE:
What about the Vice President?
RTED:
(panicked)
Vice Presidant?
BOB:
Well... We didn't want to have to get
into this but...
(deadly serious)
... The Vice President is mentally
unbalanced.
Reed's eyes go wide. Bob stares straight ahead.
DAVE:
(stunned)
No.
REED:
(catching on)
I'm afraid so.
DAVE:
Really? Crazy?
BOB:
Certifiable.
Dave looks at them amazed. Bob moves closer to the desk.
BOB:
How much do you usually get paid?
DAVE:
(lost...)
Uh -- I don't know. Sometimes it's
just like a barter thing... Is this
legal?
Reed stops and looks at Bob for a moment. He turns back to
Dave.
REED:
(evenly)
Dave - - have you ever driven through
a red light?
Dave stares at him.
REED:
You know, on an empty road where you
know it's safe and nobody's around...
DAVE:
I'm not sure... I might have.
REED:
Well, let's say your mother was in
the car and you had to get her to a
hospital. You'd do it then for sure
wouldn't you?
DAVE:
Well... I gues I would... Yeah.
REED:
(beat)
Now, let's say the whole country.
Was in that car. The entire United
States of America.
DAVE:
In the car?
REED:
(nodding)
In the car.
DAVE:
I see what you mean.
Reed smiles at him and rests a gentle hand on his shoulder.
REED:
Dave, the country is sick. And we're
gonna get it to a hospital.
CLOSEUP - DAVE
He stares at them for a moment then
smiles slightly...
CUT TO:
INT. THIRD FLOOR RESIDENCE - NIGHT
A pair of gilt-edged doors swing open to reveal a massive
bedroom beyond. It is fifty-feet long and twenty-feet wide.
Brocaded draperies hang from the windows and a four-poster
bed stretches to the ceiling.
BOB:
These are the living quarters.
The President's bedroom is on
this side and the First Lady's is over
there.
WIDER:
DAVE:
(concerned)
First Lady...
BOB:
Don't worry. You won't even see her.
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