Reagan Page #10
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his makeup. Others move lights.
Frank runs the set confidently. He’s finally in control.
Poindexter approaches Reagan with a sheet labeled
‘CLASSIFIED.’ The President signs his ‘autograph’.
Frank carefully adjusts a TABLE-TOP MANGER SCENE: a goat was
blocking Jesus. Everything must be perfect.
Dick visits the set. Squeezes Frank’s shoulder. His assistant
Karl reluctantly shakes Frank’s hand. Quite a turnaround.
Don watches from a longer distance than before. Ominously.
Frank holds everyone in position: Lights, Camera, Action.
INT. CORDEN RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM - DECEMBER 24, 1985
CHRISTMAS CARDS are displayed on the mantle. Among them, a
photo:
Frank and Reagan sitting on a sofa in the Oval Office.INT. WHITE HOUSE - OFFICE - JANUARY 19, 1986
Frank takes notes as the Poindexter, Caspar and Don discuss.
DON:
Arlington on the eighth.
POINDEXTER:
Let’s get the first lady there too.
CASPAR:
Not worth the trouble.
POINDEXTER:
It’s worth the trouble to get that
photo in the paper. A family united
in prayer:
you can’t buy that.58.
DON:
I agree with John. The President’s
numbers could use a boost.
CASPAR:
Do you want to talk to Her? ‘Cause
I’m not f***in’ talking to Her.
POINDEXTER:
Why are we talking to Her at all?
DON:
You know why. Nothing happens
without her go-ahead.
POINDEXTER:
Well, I’m not talking to Her either.
DON:
Gentlemen, we know someone has to.
FRANK:
I’ll do it.
The room zeroes in on Frank, almost forgetting he was there.
CASPAR:
Look at that. You made it two weeks
without breaking the no-f***ing
talking rule. I owe Don a Sprite.
DON:
You’d really talk to Her for us?
FRANK:
Sure. I’m glad to help. That’s what
I’m here for!
Don proudly nods.
DON:
Okay. I’ll give her a call.
FRANK:
I’m looking forward to meeting her.
I didn’t know the First Lady was so
hard to pin down.
DON:
You’re not talking to the first
lady. You’re talking to Joan.
FRANK:
Joan? Who’s Joan?
59.
INT. WHITE HOUSE - OFFICE - THE NEXT DAY
‘Joan’ is JOAN QUIGLEY (48, crazy eyes and gigantic turquoise
earrings), Nancy Reagan’s personal astrologist (REALLY). She
squints at a baffled Frank.
JOAN QUIGLEY:
(beat)
You were born at night.
FRANK:
I don’t know.
JOAN QUIGLEY:
You were. Either at night or on a
really cloudy day.
FRANK:
You’re Nancy Reagan’s psychic?
JOAN QUIGLEY:
Psychics are frauds, Mr. Corden. I
simply scan the astrological plane
to foresee the near and distant
future. I’ve been with the first
lady since the assassination
attempt on her husband.
FRANK:
Which...you saw coming?
JOAN QUIGLEY:
Mile away. She doesn’t do anything
until I say it’s safe. I’m not
miserly with my gift; it could save
your life, too.
FRANK:
Meaning you could scan my
astronomical plane-
JOAN QUIGLEY:
Astro-LOGICAL...as in ‘practical’.
He stares at her. She’s f***ing serious. Frank pauses...
FRANK:
So you know what The Enterprise is.
JOAN QUIGLEY:
Yeah. Mhmm.
60.
FRANK:
It’s a top secret government
project. No one knows about it.
What do the stars say?
Joan looks to the heavens. Frank looks up, too.
FRANK (CONT’D)
(sarcastic)
Oh shoot, is the ceiling in the way?
JOAN QUIGLEY:
It is not.
(beat)
The Enterprise...involves the
Middle East...Or Central America.
It’s fuzzy. Maybe the ceiling is a
problem. Look at the Little Dipper
tonight; you’ll find your answer.
FRANK:
Okay, Ms. Quigley. All we want is
the first lady next to her husband
at Arlington National Cemetery.
Will you tell her it’s okay?
JOAN QUIGLEY:
Oh sure, no problem.
FRANK:
Thank you.
Frank stands to leave.
JOAN QUIGLEY:
You’re going to live a long life.
Then you’re going to die in a fire.
Frank doesn’t need to believe for that to stop him a beat.
JOAN QUIGLEY (CONT’D)
Or maybe in just a very warm room.
Okay. He’s out.
INT. PEGGY’S OFFICE - APRIL 14, 1986
Frank and Peggy each have a copy of a CROSSWORD PUZZLE. They
mull silently in quiet competition, until Peggy scores.
PEGGY:
Sixteen Down.
61.
FRANK:
Are you kidding me? Five letter
word meaning ‘golden touch’. Can’t
be ‘MIDAS’. It starts with an F.
PEGGY:
(with a grin)
It’s not ‘MIDAS.’
They’re having fun. Interrupted by an intern, LUCAS (20s).
LUCAS:
Can you help me? The president is
looking for a ‘Mr. Capra’?
Frank’s grip tightens on his pencil. Peggy cannot find out.
PEGGY:
Don’t know him. Do you?
FRANK:
Nope. No clue.
Lucas leaves. Peggy goes back to the puzzle. Frank doesn’t.
PEGGY:
Gert ‘Frobe.’ He played Goldfinger.
FRANK:
Oh yeah. Um...Sorry, I forgot I had
to...pee.
PEGGY:
You don’t need a hall pass.
He laughs way too hard at her joke. Hurries out the door.
INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Lucas is just about to give up when Frank catches him.
FRANK:
Hey. Who-who were you looking for?
LUCAS:
The President asked for ‘Mr. Capra’.
FRANK:
Oh, I thought you said
‘Kram...dart’. He means me.
LUCAS:
Your name is ‘Capra’?
62.
FRANK:
Sometimes.
He checks Peggy’s door before heading for the Oval Office.
INT. OVAL OFFICE - MINUTES LATER
Clearly agitated, Reagan looks in the mirror as Frank enters.
REAGAN:
There you are! See this?
He holds the end of his tie out.
FRANK:
It’s your tie.
REAGAN:
It’s a smudge. Underneath the knot.
FRANK:
Okay, that’s way less of a problem
than I thought it was going to be.
I can barely notice it.
REAGAN:
Look, I’m not one of those prima
donnas. I’ll leave the fussing to
your Spencer Tracys and your Martin
Balsams. But I’m still a leading man.
FRANK:
That’s literally true.
REAGAN:
I need the names of the wardrobe
department.
FRANK:
The...what?
REAGAN:
Someone’s head has to roll for
this. I appreciate the costume
folks have families, but I have an
image to uphold. Their names!
FRANK:
(way too fast)
Bobby Sally Willy Libby and Ted.
REAGAN:
Let me talk to them.
63.
Frank holds for a moment, then gets ‘angry’ himself.
FRANK:
You know what? Libby’s been slacking
off this whole production. This is it.
The second I see her, she’s fired!
REAGAN:
How about I do it. I don’t mind.
FRANK:
No, I’ll talk to her. Libby’s done.
He slips out of the door. Reagan looks at the tie again. Then
picks up the RED PHONE on his desk.
INT. THE PENTAGON - INTERCUT AS NEEDED
The center of the American military. A multiply-decorated
GENERAL SIDWELL (50s, crew cut and stogie) answers.
GENERAL SIDWELL:
Mr. President.
REAGAN:
(laughing)
Right, Mr. President. My mother
told me:
you never have someoneelse take your trash out for you. I
want Libby gone.
GENERAL SIDWELL:
Libya, sir?
REAGAN:
Fired. Gone. No more Libby.
GENERAL SIDWELL:
Yes sir.
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