The Manchurian Candidate Page #14
RAYMOND:
I’m sure the press would have a field day
with that.
MARCO:
Raymond. They put an implant in me. I
found it yesterday. Maybe they put one
in you.
RAYMOND:
(horrified)
Nobody’s put anything in me.
8/18/03 68.
MARCO:
Great. Let’s prove it. We can go get an
x-ray -- we can check it right now --
Marco moves toward him, Raymond backs away --
RAYMOND:
I want to be supportive of you, Ben, I
do, but -
MARCO:
Just check your back, Raymond --
RAYMOND:
-- this can wait until after the
election.
MARCO:
What are you afraid of? See if there’s a
bump.
RAYMOND:
You should leave. This is not, this is
not --
MARCO:
-- just check --
RAYMOND:
(without checking)
There’s nothing there!
Marco LUNGES at Raymond -- they fall, together, over the
desk, onto the floor -- Chinese food scattering.
MARCO:
Somebody was in your head, with big steel-
toe boots, a couple of cable cutters and
a chainsaw, and they went to town!
Neurons got wasted, circuits rewired,
brain cells obliterated --
KNOCKING at the door:
ANDERSON (O.S.)
Congressman Shaw?
MARCO:
-- you don’t even know what they did!
You don’t -- you can’t CONCEIVE what they
did to you -- and you’re worried about
some lame-ass reporters!?
-- where Marco (stronger, better-trained) wraps Raymond in a
headlock, RIPS Raymond’s shirt from the shoulder --
8/18/03 69.
MARCO:
If I’m wrong they can put me the f***
away --
ANDERSON (O.S.)
-- are you okay?
Ben --
RAYMOND:
MARCO:
-- there -- there’s -- something --
INSISTENT KNOCKING at the door. Marco CLAWS AT THE SKIN on
RAYMOND’S BACK -- sinks his teeth in --
-- Raymond shakes him off, and MARCO slams into the wall.
The office door BANGS open -Anderson
and other agents SWARM Marco -- there’s blood
smeared on Marco’s mouth, his jaws are clenched --
ANDERSON:
(disbelief)
He bit him.
(at Raymond)
Sir, did he bite you?
No.
RAYMOND:
MARCO -- shoved to the floor -- twisted -- handcuffed --
blood SMEARING across the carpet -- his eyes wild with
adrenaline and fear --
RAYMOND -- his hand goes to his back -- his eyes LOCK with
Marco’s for an instant -- then Marco is hustled out the
door.
Sir --
ANDERSON:
RAYMOND:
NOTHING HAPPENED!
Horrified campaign workers crane necks to see inside.
with shock, Raymond pulls his hand away from his back.
Hides the blood.
Mute
120 OMITTED 120
A121 EXT. MANHATTAN - STATUE OF LIBERTY - DAY A121
The giant lady is gilded by sunlight, virgin and
unapproachable.
8/18/03 70.
ELLIE (V.O.)
You want to help him?
121 INT. ELEGANT MANHATTAN RESTAURANT - PRIVATE ROOM - DAY 121
Raymond and Ellie. Through the wavy glass we see a crowded
dining room, the ever-present Secret Service.
RAYMOND:
No. That’d be political suicide. Of
course not. I want you to help him.
ELLIE:
I can’t even imagine why.
RAYMOND:
Because I feel sorry for him. Because I
said I would.
ELLIE:
What should we do? Make him a General?
RAYMOND:
Mother. Look. My campaign people are
getting a restraining order, he’s going
on all the security watch-lists -- but I
won’t lock him up. I’m not pressing
charges.
ELLIE:
What?
RAYMOND:
It’s complicated -- I don’t know. It’s
just complicated and I don’t want to talk
about it, I want to get back to the
campaign and focus on --
ELLIE:
You don’t actually believe his story?
RAYMOND:
No. But he does. And he’s a fine
soldier and ... my friend. And if his
slim hold on sanity requires that I
tolerate his delusions until he can get
help, I’ll do it. It doesn’t diminish
me. And I’m not afraid of him.
ELLIE:
This is why voters love you. Your
humanity and everything. I’ve never
projected humanity.
RAYMOND:
Yes I think telling people you want to
"round up all the towelheads and throw
(MORE)
8/18/03 71.
RAYMOND (CONT’D)
them in a deep pit" probably tips your
hand.
ELLIE:
(laughs)
That was a joke, you dreadful boy.
A BUSBOY delivers Ellie her meal: a thick steak stuffed with
viscous grey -- off Raymond’s disgust:
ELLIE:
Carpetbag steak.
RAYMOND:
Stuffed. With oysters?
She starts to cut meat into child-like, bite-sized pieces
and put them on a side plate, for Raymond.
ELLIE:
The steak part is mostly for you.
Doesn’t it look yummy?
RAYMOND:
My God. In the world’s literature of
food could there possibly be a more
vulgar dish?
ELLIE:
And eating it is an absolute sexual
experience. Try some.
RAYMOND:
Promise me that you’ll help him.
Ellie stops, sighs, puts her fork down and reaches for the
oversized-satchel that doubles as her briefcase and purse.
ELLIE:
Oh, Raymond, how much do you really know
about your friend?
Ellie finds two thick files and plops them down, as
punctuation, in front of Raymond.
122 EXT. FEDERAL BUILDING (MANHATTAN) - DAY 122
Establishing --
PHOTOGRAPHS - SCENE PHOTOS - AL MELVIN’S DEAD BODY
being pulled from the chilly waters of the Potomac. Some
clinical AUTOPSY glossies.
MARCO (V.O.)
Al Melvin ...
8/18/03 72.
123 INT. FEDERAL BUILDING - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY 123
Marco stares, troubled and sad, at bleak photographs of Al
Melvin’s bloated, waterlogged corpse.
MARCO:
I went to talk to him. But he wasn’t
there.
Across from him are three impatient FBI AGENTS (RAMIREZ,
GOLDRING and JONAS). Ramirez has the notebook Marco took
from Melvin’s. Goldring pushes a tiny digital tape recorder
closer to Marco:
AGENT GOLDRING:
Talk about what?
Marco hesitates -- looks to Lt. Col. Howard, who sits
grimly, off the one side, with Col. Garret.
AGENT GOLDRING:
Dreams?
A lone woman, SPECIAL AGENT VOLK, sits in a distant corner
on a folding chair. She’s implacable, staring intently at
Marco. Ramirez holds up the notebook -- a page of crazy
drawings and text.
MARCO:
Yeah, there are hundreds more of those in
his apartment. Did your people check out
his place --?
AGENT JONAS:
Colonel Garret kindly showed us the file
on you, Marco, you’re the sh*t: Special
Forces. Rangers. Delta.
MARCO:
I wanted to talk to Corporal Melvin about
some unanswered questions involving our
reconnaissance mission in Kuwait, back in
’91 --
AGENT JONAS:
(talks over him)
And he wasn’t there, so, what -- you
thought it’d be okay to break in and wait
for him?
Marco carefully, respectfully stacks the photographs of
Melvin and turns them over. Exchanges a glance with the
female agent.
8/18/03 73.
MARCO:
(at Howard)
I know this game. Will you explain to
them that I know this game?
AGENT RAMIREZ:
Oh right. Army Intelligence. Isn’t that
an oxymoron?
MARCO:
Yeah. Kinda like ’special agent.’
COLONEL GARRET:
Cut it out, Major.
AGENT GOLDRING:
What’s your obsession with Raymond Shaw?
AGENT RAMIREZ:
Man of his dreams.
MARCO:
Listen, you might want to advise your ME
to check for an implant in Corporal
Melvin’s back -- under the skin, just shy
of the scapula, left side ... if he’s not
looking for it, he won’t find it.
Implant. The Feds just stare at him. Like he’s nuts.
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