Gabriel Over the White House Page #2

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while men and women are

begging for bread.

Men are freezing without coats,

while cotton rots in the fields.

Thousands of homeless...

Millions of vacant homes.

Over 5,000 gangland murders

last year.

Yet only 5 gangsters imprisoned...

Not for killing, but for

income tax violations.

What does the new administration

say to this.

What answer, what definite plan does the

government have to this indictment?

This tale of misery and horror,

of lost hope, of broken faith...

of the collapse of

the American democracy.

Young man,

I shall answer you directly.

Through you, I shall speak

to all of my country.

America will weather this depression,

as she has weathered other depressions.

Through the spirit of Valley Forge...

the spirit of Gettysburg

and the spirit of the Argon.

The American people have risen before,

and they will rise again.

Gentlemen, remember...

Our party promises a return

to prosperity.

- May the president be quoted?

- The president may not be quoted.

If you don't stop asking questions, we won't

have any place to sleep for the next 4 years.

Well boys, can I be of any

further service to you?

How about a glass of beer?

- Remember this is the White house.

- I thought it was the Senate.

I enjoyed the

president's speech.

It was straightforward

and to the point.

Sure!

Prosperity is just

around the corner.

A miracle will rise again.

When she rises, wake me up

and we'll all rise together.

Mind if I use your desk

for a game of solitaire?

Go ahead.

Get a load of Thieson...

Hey Thieson, take the world off your shoulders,

you're beginning to look like Atlas.

Oh, yes Senator,

that's all taken care of.

Mr Beekman...

The pesident would like to see you.

Well?

Miss Malloy is the president's

confidential secretary.

Confidential or personal?

- What are her duties?

- What's home without a woman?

Maybe she'll bring that beer.

Gentlemen... the president.

Sit down please... no need to be formal

just because I'm president.

Well, what's the order of the day?

I saw Hargraves this morning

and he's pretty sore.

What have we done to him?

Well, he feels though he's been

sort of left out of the picture.

We can straighten that out.

What would you suggest?

Ambassador to Greece?

What do you say?

If it's alright with the boys,

it's alright with me.

Ambassador to Greece.

That's one way to get rid of him.

I hope he has good-looking legs.

If he hasn't, he certainly

will look funny in those short pants...

they have to wear over there

when they appear at court.

- Great guns! What are these?

- Need to be signed.

Entrants for American consul in Shanghai.

Appointment for postmistress at

Little Lake. Sells a lot of stamps.

Installing a sewer system in Puerto Rico.

Well, here goes!

Where did this come from?

A present for you.

What is it?

Springfield Memorial Society.

With that... what?

Lincoln freed the slaves with that.

Well...

Here goes the Puerto Rican garbage!

You could do important things

with that pen, if you wanted to.

For instance?

Well, you're president, aren't you?

Pendy, I'm afraid

you're an idealist.

There are a lot of things

you don't understand.

A lot of things the

people don't understand...

and don't want to.

- Don't they?

- No.

You see, Pendy,

the Party has a plan.

- And I'm just a member of the Party.

- Of course.

It's just 5 minutes before

your car leaves for Annapolis.

And I couldnt get

your detective magazine.

It wont be out until noon tomorrow

in New York.

Well, we'll get the War Department

to fly it down in an army plane.

We're the President of the United States,

aren't we?

You know, Judd...

It's turning quite cold...

Be careful, won't you...

Look after that throat.

Uncle Judd!

Hello, Jim, how are you?

Where have you been all day?

You rascal, you!

Straighten up your tie here...

- Goodbye, Mr President.

- Goodbye, Miss Malloy.

Have a nice trip, Sir.

Tickled to death

to get a day off...

Glad to get rid of me,

aren't you?

Of course, Mr President.

You sit there...

Don't you look around, either.

We shall now switch you

by remote control...

to the camp for the unemployed

in Central Park, New York City.

From which You will hear from John Bronson,

the leader of America's unemployed army...

address an open letter

to the people of America.

- A treasure hunt?

- Close your eyes.

This is John Bronson speaking,

not for himself...

but for about a million men

who are out of work...

who cannot earn money

to buy food...

because those responsible

for providing work...

have failed in their obligations.

We ask no more than that every citizen of the

United States should be ensured to have...

the right to put food in mouths

of our wives and children.

Our underlying purpose

is not revolutionary...

We are not influenced

by militant leaders...

None of us are Reds...

We merely want work.

And we believe that these great United

States of America, under proper leadership..

Can provide work for everybody.

I have appealed to the president

for an interview.

But the president says that

he will not deal with us...

because we are dangerous anarchists.

We are not!

We are citizens of America with full

confidence in American democracy.

If it is properly administered.

What overcoat

do you want to wear?

The overcoat the president of

the United States always wears

when he goes to the

US Naval Academy.

I ask your president now, if he's ever read

the Constitution of the United States?

Laid out that day by those great men,

in Philadelphia, long ago.

A document which guaranteed the American people

the rights of life, liberty, property...

and the pursuit of happiness.

All we ask is to be given those rights.

This country is sound, the right man in The

White House can bring us out of despair...

into prosperity again.

We ask him at least to try.

Here you are Major. Mr Beekman says

this is the Annapolis coat.

We shall now put you

back to the main studio...

from which you will be entertained

by half an hour of popular music...

furnished by courtesy of the

Metropolis Outfitting Company.

Do you know, you're the first president

of the US to drive his own car.

If those motorcycle cops don't step on the

gas, I'll climb right up on their tails.

The newspaper men can't keep up with us.

Great! I've been hoping this would happen

since I was elected.

What are we doing, 95mph?

98, Sir.

They told me it would do 110.

News flash from Washington...

President Hammond has been injured

in an automobile accident.

Speak!

Speak, Willy!

- They can't tell me the truth.

- Dr Eastman speaking...

Can tell you nothing

at this time.

Well, doctor, what is

your opinion?

I'd say it was only

a matter of hours.

Do you concur in that opinion, Doctor?

I'm afraid he's beyond

any human help.

Is the Major going to be alright?

He'll be alright,

but he must have quiet.

- Did you ring, Miss Brett?

- Why no, Doctor.

The bell in th study rang.

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