Seven Days in May Page #6

Could be.

In fact, she may know enough about him

to put some ammo in our guns.

You catch my meaning?

I'm not sure I want to catch your meaning.

Just because General Scott

booted you out...

...and told you to take a vacation,

that don't mean you'll take a vacation.

I think you should see this Miss Holbrook.

If she's got something on Scott,

we want it.

There are all sorts of ways of protecting

the President of the United States.

Take care of yourself, Senator.

You, too, Colonel.

Isn't that MacPherson, the commentator?

Yes.

That's General Scott's car.

Buddy, you've just been impressed

into the Secret Service.

Harold MacPherson

and General James Scott.

There's a pair to draw to.

Good morning, General.

This is Jordan Lyman.

Good morning.

We're both early birds today.

General, to come right to the point.

I'm not going to participate in the alert.

Frankly, I'm tired out.

I've decided to go to my place at Blue Lake

and fish for a few days.

You'll forgive me, sir,

but I must say I don't like it.

As Commander in Chief,

orders can only be given by you.

Mr. President, I don't think

the Russians will be very impressed...

...by an alert that takes place

while you go fishing.

Suppose you let me be

thejudge of that, General.

I'm afraid my decision is final.

Of course. It's up to you, sir.

When do you expect to go to Blue Lake?

Late Friday, probably.

I envy you. Good luck with the fish.

- Goodbye, General.

- Goodbye, Mr. President.

Hold my calls.

Colonel Broderick, please.

What's that, Mrs. Henderson?

I'm an old friend of his.

I'm real anxious to see him.

Clark, ma'am. Ray Clark.

I know it's restricted,

but I thought perhaps if I could talk to him.

What's that?

I didn't quite hear you.

Would you say that again?

Well, is there any way I could get

a message to him?

Would you be good enough

to just tell him that Ray Clark called?

Thank you very much, Mrs. Henderson.

Fill her up?

No thanks, honey. Just check my oil.

Hey, you mind?

Not at all. Tell me,

could you turn that down some?

Oh, sure, honey.

Hey, Charlie, turn it down.

- Do you rent space in that thing?

- Oh, you.

You want to dance?

No, thank you, honey.

I just had a hernia operation.

You are funny.

I was sort of hoping you were in the Army.

Why?

Charlie heard there was a new base

being put up here.

That's why he bought the place.

You see any soldiers?

How long has the base been here?

Who knows?

You know Charlie, he's always decorating

this place. He has a talent for that.

And on Saturday night,

he puts out a huge sign.

It says, "Big Party."

And he doubles his drinks, too.

And I don't water them none, either.

You wonder what the country's coming to.

All those boys sitting up in the desert,

never seeing no girls.

Well, they might as well be in stir.

How far is the base from here?

About 50 miles or so.

You hear the planes coming in and out

all the time, but don't see any pilots.

Not so much as one single pilot.

What's the matter?

Don't they drink in the Air Force?

How would I get in there?

Oh, lots of luck.

You can't even see the place.

There's just a road over leading to the left

and then nothing.

I was telling Charlie.

We ought to drive up there sometime

with a couple of kegs of beer for the boys...

...and tell them where it's from.

You know, leave cards or something.

I'm glad we can offer you some real

Mediterranean weather, Mr. Girard.

Thank you, Admiral.

Instead of that dirty stuff they have

in the Atlantic.

- Care for a cigar?

- No, thanks.

Admiral, I understand you're not much

of a betting man.

That depends on the game.

What is your pleasure?

Poker, roulette, what?

No, those are house games.

I don't much care for the odds.

What about horse racing?

On occasion. Depends on the race,

sometimes the weather.

- And the horse does make the difference.

- Well, that's true.

What about the Preakness?

Have you got anything good going there?

I only bet on sure things.

You're a very lucky sailor.

That's exactly what I've got for you.

A sure thing.

What is the bet, Mr. Girard?

There are members of the Joint Chiefs

of Staff who are involved in treason.

We know who they are,

and the essence of the plan.

And from you,

I want a signed statement indicating...

...when you first heard of this operation

and your complicity in this entire matter.

Frankly, I wish I had more time.

I wish you did, too, Admiral.

Unfortunately, you don't.

Jiggs.

I'm looking for a very pretty girl

named Eleanor Holbrook.

Come in.

Thank you.

You're a long way from the barracks.

I was in the neighborhood.

A fact?

A lie. I just thought the country

could spare me for an evening.

- I wondered how you were.

- I'm fine, Jiggs.

- Would you like a martini?

- That sounds great.

Very nice.

Yes, that's right.

- You've never been here before.

- No, not even close.

Thank you.

What is it, Jiggs?

You have something on your mind.

Well, hasn't your mother

ever told you about Marines?

Well, I know all about this Marine.

Never a wasted moment

or a thrown-away day.

What do you want?

Well, you invited me.

Remember? A rain check handed out

the night of the party.

Oh, yes. Good for one visit, anytime.

Here I am.

What shall we talk about?

Nuclear disarmament, high cost of living,

ladies' fashions?

Or should we fall back on the familiar item

of conversation, gentleman Jim Scott?

Well, this must come as a shock to you,

but I lock up the office now and then.

You're a beautiful woman.

Don't tell me after all this time

you're making a pass, Jiggs.

The window's open.

You could always scream.

Is this when I scream?

You want to scream?

That's a rather unfair question.

I'm a little vulnerable now.

Particularly when it concerns an old friend

I happen to like.

Do me a favor.

Don't complicate my life right now.

I just got over a very bad burn.

Would you like another martini?

Perhaps we should talk about...

It's funny. It doesn't feel like an iron mask.

You're a fraud, Jiggs.

Hey, how about dinner someplace?

You might even talk me into wheeling you

around a dance floor.

No. I'll fix something for us here.

Did you know that I'm a swinging cook?

Sounds like I've got myself a good deal.

You might have, Jiggs. A very good deal.

I'll make you two promises:

A very good steak, medium rare,

and the truth, which is very rare.

And it's in writing?

Thank God. Now when can you get back?

Trans Ocean, Flight 42 out of Madrid.

Good. I'll see you for breakfast.

Someone I knew 1,000 years ago.

It's funny, I can't even remember his name.

Scott, James Mattoon Scott,

General in the United States Air Force.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Why does a girl keep a photograph

of a man she doesn't even remember?

I can't imagine.

That's an easy way to get rid of a ghost.

It works wonders.

No symptoms remaining?

None that I'm aware of.

If I find that I'm kidding myself,

I know where to go for help.

There's an easy test.

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