Nixon Page #11
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 192 min
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An entire LONGHORN STEER turns on a spit in a large
barbecue pit, basted by black SERVANTS. We see a sprawling
Spanish-style RANCH HOUSE in the countryside. The parking
area looks like a Cadillac dealership. The CROWD is a
mixture of CORPORATE EXECUTIVES, CUBANS, and COWBOY-TYPES,
some WIVES.
TRINI is talking to TWO of the DANCERS, nodding his head in
NIXON'S direction. They look, and smile at him.
Across the lawn, Nixon smiles back awkwardly as JACK JONES
nudges him. They both eat steaks and corncobs.
JONES:
I know for a fact that the one with
the big tits is a Republican, and
she'd do anything for the Party.
NIXON:
She's quite pretty.
JONES:
Her name's Sandy ...
Trini joins them, bringing the girls.
NIXON:
By the way, Jack, this looks like a
pretty straight-forward transaction to
me, but we should get into it soon --
just take a few minutes, maybe up at
the house ...
JONES:
(to Trini, coming up)
He's all business, ain't he, Trini?
(to Dick)
Dick, we could've had our own goddamn
lawyers handle this deal. We brought
you down here 'cause we wanted to talk
to you ...
TRINI:
Dick, this is Teresa, and this is
Sandy.
TERESA:
Hi ... Dick.
SANDY:
Hi.
NIXON:
Hello ...
Pause.
A walk-in stone fireplace dominates the room; the heavy
beams hung with black wrought-iron candelabras. Thick
cigar smoke impregnates the air; the crowd has
substantially thinned to the heaviest hitters. The MEN,
now in shirt-sleeves, drink from bottles of bourbon.
A man -- MITCH -- emerges from one of the side rooms with a
DANCER.
Off to the side in a semi-private alcove, SANDY, the
dancer, tries to make conversation, but NIXON is showing
her pictures of his kids.
NIXON:
That's Julie ... and that's Tricia.
She, uh, reminds me a little bit of
you ...
SANDY:
("interested")
Oh yeah ... she really is ...
wholesome.
Trini interjects, trying to help out.
TRINI:
So what's up? ... Uh, I get the
feeling Sandy really likes you, Dick.
SANDY:
I like that name, Dick.
TRINI:
Why don't you two disappear in the
bedroom in there. Come back in half
an hour ...
NIXON:
Uh ... Trini.
Trini smiles and, leaving Dick the playing field, vanishes.
Sandy, feeling the vacuum, holds Nixon's hand.
SANDY:
What do you say? Do you like me,
Mister Vice President?
Nixon swallows hard, blushing now. He sweats, very
uncomfortable with this intimacy.
NIXON:
(croaks)
Yes, of course. But ... uh ...
A brief IMAGE flashes by -- beastlike, offensive, unworthy.
NIXON (CONT'D)
... I don't really know you yet, Sandy
... What do you like? I mean, what
kind of clothes do you like? Do you
like blue ... red?
SANDY:
Oh, I like satin, I like pink ...
NIXON:
What kind of, uh ... music do you
like?
SANDY:
I like jazz ...
NIXON:
Yeah ... Guy Lombardo ...
SANDY:
Elvis I like, too.
NIXON:
Oh yeah, he's good.
Sandy puts her hands on his face and head.
SANDY:
... but it depends on what I'm doing
to the music, Dick ...
NIXON:
Uh, is your mother ... still alive?
SANDY:
NIXON:
She must be very attractive. Would
she like an autograph? She might
remember me ... Where's Trini?
Looking around desperately.
TIME CUT TO:
Later. The crowd has thinned further to a hard-core dozen.
The last man -- Mitch -- comes from the inner bedrooms,
zipping up, the Servants chasing out the straggling girls.
Another round of drinks is served. The cigars are out.
JONES:
Hell, Kennedy's pissed Cuba away to
the Russians. And he don't know what
the hell he's doing in Vietnam. These
are dangerous times, Dick, especially
for business ...
NIXON:
Agreed.
A CUBAN in an Italian suit, one part sleazy, another part
dangerous, steps from the shadows.
CUBAN:
We know what you tried to do for Cuba,
Mr. Nixon. If you'd been elected
president in '60, we know Castro'd be
dead by now.
NIXON shares a look with TRINI.
NIXON:
Gentlemen, I tried. I told Kennedy to
go into Cuba. He heard me and he made
his decision. I appreciate your
sentiments. I've heard them from many
fine Cuban patriots, but it's nothing
I can do anything about. Now, it's a
long drive back to Dallas tonight, and
Trini and I have got an early flight
tomorrow to New York ...
JONES:
(interrupting)
Dick, these boys want you to run.
(the "boys" mutter in unison)
They're serious. They can deliver the
South and they can put Texas in your
column. That would've done it in '60.
NIXON:
Only if Kennedy dumps Johnson.
JONES:
That sonofabitch Kennedy is coming
back down here tomorrow. Dick, we're
willing to put up a shitpot fulla
money to get rid of him -- more
money'n you ever dreamed of.
NIXON:
Nobody's gonna beat Kennedy in '64
with all the money in the world.
A beat.
CUBAN:
Suppose Kennedy don't run in '64?
Nixon looks at him. A subconscious IMAGE again --
something slimy, reptilian.
NIXON:
Not a chance.
CUBAN:
These are dangerous times, Mr. Nixon.
Anything can happen.
Another pause. Nixon gathers together his papers and
briefcase.
NIXON:
Yes, well ... Gentlemen, I promised my
wife. I'm out of politics.
MITCH:
(insolent smile)
You just came down here for the
weather, right, Mr. Nixon?
NIXON:
I came down here to close a deal for
Studebaker.
TRINI:
What about '68, Dick?
NIXON:
Five years, Trini? In politics,
that's an eternity.
JONES:
Nixon shakes his hand, departs.
NIXON:
Unfortunately, my country isn't
available right now.
A CROWD is waiting for Air Force One. People hold banners,
signs:
"Dallas Loves JFK," "We Love You Jackie."A Cadillac pulls up at the far corner of the tarmac. NIXON
gets out with CARDOZA. They walk toward a small executive
PLANE.
Nixon pauses, looks up. He feels something ominous in the
air.
NIXON:
Trini, let's get out of here fast. Go
check on the pilot, or they'll hold us
up till he's out of the airport.
As Trini hurries off to the plane, Nixon takes one last
look up at his fate written in the soft white clouds over
Dallas. As we:
CUT TO:
DOCUMENTARY:
JOHN KENNEDY coming off the plane at Love Field with
JACKIE, waving to the crowd. The sound of a rushing,
monstrous engine. Then wind.
CUT TO:
INT. NIXON'S FIFTH AVENUE APARTMENT - STUDY - DAY (1963)
NIXON sits, subdued, in an armchair in a small study,
caught between the fire in the grate, the TELEVISION images
of the assassination, and the phone call he's on.
NIXON:
(low-key)
Look, Edgar, these guys were really
strange, I mean, y'know ...
extremists, right-wing stuff, Birchers
... Yeah?
Nixon listens for several beats. PAT, smoking nervously,
watches from another chair. Newspapers are strewn all
around.
DOCUMENTARY IMAGES on the TV show a grieving JACKIE, BOBBY,
TEDDY and the TWO CHILDREN.
NIXON (CONT'D)
I see ... Oswald's got a Cuba
connection ... to Castro? I see. A
real Communist. That makes sense.
Thank you, Edgar.
He hangs up. It's evident he's still puzzled, but wants to
believe.
NIXON (CONT'D)
Hoover says this Oswald checks out as
a beatnik-type, a real bum, pro-Castro
...
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