The Manchurian Candidate Page #3
MELVIN:
-- I’ve been to doctors!
The notebook DROPS BETWEEN THEM, and PAGES SCATTER on the
floor. Both men go down to collect them --
MELVIN:
I’m so stuck, sir. I mean -- I remember
Shaw saving us, but it does not make
sense -- it should have been you. And
Shaw, he --
8/18/03 12.
MARCO:
Well, that’s -- it’s over and done.
We’ve got to move on --
-- Marco rocks back on his heels as he stares down at a
SKETCHY PORTRAIT OF AN ARABIC WOMAN whose face is covered
with intricate designs -- Marco stares curiously, as if he
recognizes her --
MELVIN:
I can’t get my hand around it. I thought
maybe, if you had the dreams ...
MARCO:
(shaken)
You need money --?
MELVIN:
No. No sir.
Self-conscious (people are staring) Melvin shoves the
notebook back inside his jacket.
MARCO:
-- here -
Marco already digging for a crumpled twenty. Melvin waves
it off, backing away, suddenly pissed.
MELVIN:
I don’t need your money.
MARCO:
Okay. Okay. Well, look, Al, I gotta --
MELVIN:
Go.
MARCO:
-- run, yeah. But.
(awkward)
It was great seeing you. And good luck
to you.
Melvin just scowls sadly at Marco. Flash of glass, a door
opens and closes, and Marco is gone.
38 EXT. H.S. PARKING LOT - DAY 38
Marco is motionless in his car, head resting against the
steering wheel. He straightens up, with a thousand-yard
stare. His hands are trembling. Slowly, he grips the
steering wheel ... tighter and tighter ... until the
trembling stops.
8/18/03 13.
39 INT. SUPERMARKET - CHECK-OUT COUNTER - NIGHT 39
A pretty CASHIER (ROSIE) empties Marco’s basket: bottled
water, three romance novels, a bottle of No-Doz, a bag of
tomatoes and two dozen boxes of instant noodles.
40 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - CORRIDOR - NIGHT 40
Marco comes up the stairs with his groceries. An ELDERLY
WOMAN sticks her head out from her apartment door:
WOMAN:
-- Thirty seven.
Marco stops, looks at her blankly.
WOMAN:
From the landing. Every week it gets
longer. I’m worried about you.
He takes the romance novels out of his grocery bag and hands
them to her.
MARCO:
From the landing. Every week it gets
longer. I’m worried about you.
He takes the romance novels out of his grocery bag and hands
them to her.
MARCO:
None of these involve slave traders or
sheiks, Abby. I checked.
WOMAN:
(blushes)
What do I owe you?
MARCO:
(sad)
A smile.
She does.
41 INT. MARCO’S STUDIO APARTMENT - NIGHT 41
He enters, and a visible exhaustion overtakes him. He turns
on the t.v., and sags to the sofa bed, drained.
BEHIND HIM - ON A BULLETIN BOARD:
yellowing newspaper clippings and wire photographs of
Raymond Shaw. SENATOR’S SON SAVES UNIT IN KUWAIT. "LOST
PATROL" FOUND AFTER THREE DAYS IN DESERT; ALL BUT TWO
SURVIVE ORDEAL. SHAW RECEIVES NATION’S HIGHEST HONOR. GULF
HERO HONORED AT WHITE HOUSE DINNER. SHAW WINS N.Y.
CONGRESSIONAL SEAT; WILL BE YOUNGEST MEMBER OF HOUSE ...
Marco’s not letting anything go.
TV41 ON THE TELEVISION TV41
News coverage, the crowded floor of a political convention:
8/18/03 14.
MARCO:
ROVING REPORTER:
-- with public anxiety rekindled by the
events of Bloody Friday, with the war on
terror marching into yet another year, no
end in sight --
Yawns -- his eyelids flutter -- he shudders awake, digs in
his grocery bag for the No Doz and shakes out half a dozen.
Which he swallows dry.
ROVING REPORTER:
-- the American people are looking for a
new agenda -- but because this party
remains deeply divided on so many issues,
the choice of a vice presidential nominee
may be the key unifying factor for the
delegates of this convention in much the
way Johnson helped Kennedy in 1960 ...
Then he’s up on his feet, moving to the kitchen through the
small, cramped space overflowing with books, unopened boxes
from Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble.
42 INT. MARCO’S APARTMENT - LATER 42
TV42
Marco sits at a clearing on the tiny kitchen table, eating
instant noodles and trying to read Prizzi’s Honor.
VOICE/JORDAN
(on the t.v.)
We need to look inward -- attend to our
own house -- the danger to our country is
not from some terrorists at large --
terrorists we’ve helped engender with
twenty years of failed foreign policy --
An open cabinet door behind Marco reveals ROWS AND ROWS OF
INSTANT NOODLES in the cupboard.
ON THE TELEVISION
TV42
News coverage, the crowded floor of a political convention.
A poised, silvery, avuncular man, SENATOR THOMAS JORDAN
(according to the title on the screen) on the podium:
JORDAN:
-- no, the real danger is from suspending
civil liberties, gutting the Bill of
Rights, allowing our fear to destroy our
democratic ideals --
43 INT. HOTEL SUITE - NIGHT 43
The same speech continues, largely ignored by Congressman
RAYMOND PRENTISS SHAW. Still intense and moody, the new
8/18/03 15.
Raymond Shaw’s suit is expensive and crisp, his hair
perfect. He’s playing solitaire. And winning.
RAYMOND:
(murmurs)
... I am not a professional politician.
I am not a professional politician ...
TV43 JORDAN (T.V.) TV43
-- because once we start overturning our
constitutional protections, our enemies
have won.
RAYMOND:
... I am ... a professional politician.
Not.
KNOCKING on his door -- it opens, and Secret Service AGENT
EVAN ANDERSON removes his key while SEN. ELEANOR SHAW,
pretty and ageless, sweeps in -- closing the door on her
aide (GILLESPIE) --
ELLIE:
Raymond? Darling, what were you going to
do, make me stand out there like room
service?
-- soft curves conceal razor claws and titanium backbone --
she kisses her son on the lips, straightens his collar, his
tie, lets her hands smooth his shirt to his chest for a
little too long, and never stops talking:
ELLIE:
I asked downstairs and Miss Freeman, your
’wrangler’ -- helpful Ms. Freeman -- said
you were up here practicing your speech.
Honestly, I don’t understand why you
insist upon isolating yourself, people
adore you, Raymond, they crave your
company and yet here you are, holed up,
as if you were some kind of emotionally
challenged individual like your father
instead of Raymond Prentiss Shaw, a
handsome, intelligent, people-loving war
hero with a great deal to offer to his
party and his country.
RAYMOND:
No.
ELLIE:
No what? Baby, I haven’t even asked you
a question. Your hair is too flat. And
that tie. The tie is wrong.
8/18/03 16.
RAYMOND:
No to the question you’re going to ask.
No to all the questions you pretend to
want to ask --
ELLIE:
(the tie)
Something a little less busy.
RAYMOND:
-- and no you may not engage in your
usual back-door political thuggery to
shovel me onto the presidential ticket.
ELLIE:
Oh. You’re not interested? I thought
you were. Did I miss my cue?
RAYMOND:
Of course I’m interested -- I wouldn’t be
here if I wasn’t -- but not if it means
attacking the reputation of a statesman
like Thomas Jordan, which I’m sure was
your plan. Let democracy run its course,
mother. Let the people decide.
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