The Manchurian Candidate Page #15
MARCO:
I didn’t have anything to do with
Corporal Melvin’s death.
AGENT JONAS:
Yeah, well, that’s your opinion, but
judging from your file here, apparently
you don’t know your sh*t from your
oatmeal, my friend --
Marco snaps, spins out of his chair and lunges at Jonas --
Lt. Col. Howard and the other agents step between the two
men -- pull them apart --
LT. COL. HOWARD
(re:
Jonas)Get this man out of here.
AGENT JONAS:
(taunting Marco)
Go ahead, nutball. Try it.
Marco PUNCHES the agent so hard it knocks him down to the
floor between the other two.
AGENT JONAS:
-- He hit me! F***!
8/18/03 74.
MARCO:
He said I could.
Colonel Garret shoves Marco back into a chair, stays in the
middle of the fracas, while --
LT. COL. HOWARD
Okay, OKAY --! That’s enough.
Gentlemen, I need a moment with Major
Marco. Now.
The Federal Agents retreat with their bloodied-nose, cold-
cocked colleague, door slamming behind them.
ELLIE (V.O.)
Evidently this has been going on for
years ...
Only Agent Volk remains, unmoved by what just occurred.
CLOSE ON - MARCO, catching his breath.
ELLIE (V.O.)
... Sad little Tin Soldier.
124 INT. ELEGANT RESTAURANT - PRIVATE ROOM - DAY 124
Ellie eats, while Raymond flips through Marco’s extensive
file:
cross-agency surveillance, Army psychologicalprofiling, FBI updates. Repeated buzzwords like: "mentally
unstable," "obsessed with Raymond Shaw," "delusional,"
"borderline functional," "acute stress disorder ..."
ELLIE:
Isn’t it disgraceful the way troubled
individuals are allowed to simply walk
around with the rest of us until
something horrible happens? Another
failure of the HMOs. I’m thinking of
sponsoring a bill, with Senator Friedman
of Rhode Island -
RAYMOND:
-- I don’t care.
ELLIE:
Well, imagine how terrified your people
were yesterday when Major Marco showed up
at the airport and you invited him -- my
God, invited him -- to tag along.
Knowing what they knew.
RAYMOND:
I know him. I served under him. He was
a good man.
8/18/03 75.
ELLIE:
That’s what the neighbors always say
about serial killers.
Raymond stares at an old PHOTOGRAPH OF MARCO: curled up in a
fetal position, on a V.A. hospital bed.
ELLIE:
(sighs)
Perhaps we could arrange a promotion to a
less stressful posting. Somewhere
tropical.
125 INT. FEDERAL BUILDING - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY 125
Marco with Howard, who’s visibly upset. He likes Marco, it
breaks his heart to watch him unravelling like this. Agent
Volk remains in her chair, on the other side of the room:
The door opens, and Col. Garret comes in, with Agent
Goldring, who gives Marco back his personal effects, and:
AGENT GOLDRING:
Goodbye.
(to Marco)
Get out of here.
LT. COL. HOWARD
He’s free to go?
AGENT GOLDRING:
Shaw won’t press charges, and he’s got
juice with important friends. It’s
today’s daily double.
Agent Volk closes her notebook and moves past Goldring as he
picks up the tape recorder. She glances at Howard, and
leaves the room.
COLONEL GARRET:
Someone from Senator Eleanor Shaw’s
office called and intervened on your
behalf.
A beat. Marco, trying to process all this:
COLONEL GARRET:
Major, you have reached the terminal end
of the Army’s patience. You’re relieved
of duty, effective immediately.
LT. COL. HOWARD
There’s a young neurologist at Walter
Reed. Zahn. He’s had considerable
success with GWS -- I want you to get
your affairs in order and report to him
(MORE)
8/18/03 76.
LT. COL. HOWARD (CONT’D)
for evaluation and treatment first thing
Monday morning.
MARCO:
Sir, I know all about Dr. Zahn.
Remember? He’s that guy who --
(catches himself)
Sir. Yes sir.
(beat)
I’m sorry.
LT. COL. HOWARD
Me too, Ben.
126 OMITTED 126
micro-circuitry, neat as a pin --
DELP’S VOICE
I thought you said you lost this.
TIGHT - THROUGH A STEREOSCOPIC MICROSCOPE - THE IMPLANT
falls into focus, smooth and etched with integrated circuits
as intricate and beautiful as a henna tattoo ...
MARCO’S VOICE
I found it again.
128 INT. DELP’S LAB - SKYBOOTH - NIGHT 128
Delp looks up from the microscope, at Marco.
DELP:
These are not supposed to exist, man.
These are only theoretical.
-- leaves the statement hanging --
129 INT. DELP’S LAB - MAIN FLOOR - MOMENTS LATER 129
Delp freaked and hyper, gathering wires and whatnot from
shelves -- a veritable armload, as:
DELP:
You sure you want to do this man?
MARCO:
Yes.
DELP:
-- because I don’t.
MARCO:
I’ll owe you one.
8/18/03 77.
Delp rounds a corner -- monkeys scrambling around their
cages as he comes to the clearing where
MARCO:
sits on one of the experimental gurneys, using a pen to
write on his arm.
DELP:
No. I’ll still owe you for getting my
sorry ass out of Albania.
MARCO:
-- Talk to me about the implant.
DELP:
Manchurian Global. Heard of ’em?
(off Marco:
)Private equity fund, specializes in
military support services and weapons
research ... including a certain Army
implant project that went belly-up in the
early 90s.
MARCO:
You said the Army implants were for
medical emergency data.
DELP:
The ones they publicized were. But, oh
man, there was a parallel project of all
kinds of scary implantable sh*t the
Clinton watchdogs finally freaked out
over, and closed down.
MARCO:
How do you know all this?
DELP:
Cuz they funded me to make some of their
scary sh*t.
MARCO:
What does it do?
DELP:
I don’t know. I don’t want to know. You
don’t want to know -- sh*t -- it’s out of
you, and you’re still alive. That’s the
good news.
(off his arm)
What are you doing?
INTERCUT - MARCO’S FOREARM
He’s scrawling words on his palm, with a ballpoint pen:
ROSIE. RAYMOND SHAW. MANCHURIAN-GLOBAL ...
8/18/03 78.
MARCO:
Back-up in case this makes me forget some
stuff I want to remember.
DELP:
eases Marco back on the gurney, deftly puts some I.V. taps
into his arms. Marco’s legs hang over the edge.
DELP:
These are built for monkeys, so bear
with me, man.
SERIES OF SHOTS:
He’s putting thread-thin electrodes INTO Marco’s head, just
beneath the skin.
DELP:
I’m putting you on a cocktail of
methohexitol to take the edge off.
MARCO:
Edge off what?
DELP:
’Getting clarity.’ Or whatever you want
to call it -- ECT not being the precise
science that, say, leeching is.
Wires snake across the floor to the ECT [Electro-Convulsive
Therapy] unit.
MARCO:
You don’t think this is going to work.
DELP:
It’s the desperation move, man. But,
hey. There is a school of thought, says
a victim of induced abreaction -- or
ultra-paradoxical brain activity, if
you’re at all correct about what happened
to you -- can have it effectively
dispersed by electroshock. Unscrambled.
MARCO:
-- But?
DELP:
But the legions of naysayers will tell
you that if the initial work’s done
correctly -- if the brain’s been not just
washed, but dry-cleaned --
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