The Manchurian Candidate Page #6
-- all coiling up into the shadows of the high ceiling, into
thicker cables and tubes beneath which robotic BRACKET ARMS
adjust, whirring softly, with his every movement ... he’s
drugged to the gills, jerking with spasms as low voltage
electricity courses through his brain ...
... and the women’s shrill zaghareet PEAKS --
NOYLE (O.S.)
Captain Marco --
DR. ATTICUS NOYLE
the mysterious Arabic woman has become the sleek, Caucasian
scientist, ATTICUS NOYLE, whose oddly accented English is
flawless:
NOYLE:
-- when you’re rescued and returned with
your patrol to command headquarters, what
will be among the first duties you will
undertake?
56 ON MARCO all rigged up with his wires --56
MARCO:
I’ll recommend Sergeant Shaw for the
Medal of Honor, ma’am. He saved our
lives, terminated the enemy and led us
across the desert to safety.
Now the dreamscape visuals seem REAR-PROJECTED on luminous,
rippling white fabric ... the Bedouin people, tomato/brain
images, the mystery woman, appear as TWO-DIMENSIONAL FILMED
IMAGES, flickering across draperies ...
NOYLE:
Yes. Brilliant. But there were
casualties?
MARCO:
There are always casualties, ma’am.
... the DREAM SOUNDS (wind, fabric, women chanting) emanate
from audio speakers, the sandstorm’s wind caused by huge,
moveable FANS ...
... IMPRESSION of an OLD MAN shaking a percussive gourd,
mesmerizing ...
... IMPRESSIONS of the squad all rigged up like Marco, with
tubes and wires ... Laurent glides behind them -- lab coat,
SURGICAL GLOVES on his hands ...
8/18/03 26.
A collection of remote cameras on scaffolding and tripods
BUZZ and WHIR as they swivel to follow him.
NOYLE:
Here, then, are ten subject soldiers in a
clinically-induced functional fugue
state. Hyperdelusional that they’ve been
bivouacked in a small caravansary to wait
out a sandstorm.
Marco blinks:
sees the mysterious Arabic woman dressed inNoyle’s simple suit.
MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
(smiles)
A simple Pavlovian parlor trick.
SNAPPING of fabric, the wind gets louder.
57
MARCO -- looks around -- no more tubes or wires, and NOYLE 57
is now a PROJECTED IMAGE on the fabric. The dreamscape is
bending, smearing ... realities overlapping.
PUSHING IN ON SPOOKY, HERKY-JERKY, STREAMING-VIDEO-STYLE
NOYLE IMAGE:
NOYLE:
Our Candidate’s course of treatment will,
of course, involve considerably more
sophisticated intervention over a
sustained time period, to ensure that a
stable mechanism is irrevocably in place.
We employ a kind of neurocellular
conversion. Psychological abreaction
through genomic repurposing.
(then)
"But Dr. Noyle, all the literature -- all
the literature says you cannot make an
individual act against his deepest moral
nature -- or his own self interest."
(beat)
Hmmm. Let’s see.
(then)
Sgt. Shaw. Ever killed anyone?
IMPRESSIONS of RAYMOND -- hyper-alert -- frighteningly
engaged, and agreeable.
RAYMOND:
No ma’am.
NOYLE:
Not even in combat?
RAYMOND:
No ma’am.
8/18/03 27.
NOYLE:
Brilliant. Casualty time.
Raymond’s wires and tubes float with him as he circles,
pleasantly exchanging greetings with Marco --
RAYMOND:
Captain.
MARCO:
Sergeant.
NOYLE:
Raymond. Suffocate Private Mavole.
IMPRESSION of Raymond thrusting a plastic bag over Mavole’s
head --
MAVOLE:
Whoawhoa -- wait -- wait a sec --
-- Raymond’s hands twist it TIGHTLY -- Mavole’s limbs in
turmoil, hands fluttering, his SHROUDED FACE suffocating in
the translucent fog of the plastic bag --
PFC. BOBBY BAKER -- intent upon Raymond’s killing of Mavole,
gaze unwavering, untroubled -- SOUND of the zaghareet,
peaking -
NOYLE (O.S.)
And at the instant he completes this, or
any task, Raymond has already forgotten
that he has ever been involved in it.
RAYMOND SHAW -- all business -- focused and purposeful --
twists the bag even tighter -- the plastic bag steaming --
tubes break, spit liquid, blood -- wires SPARK -- while
Noyle floats through the b.g., a blur --
58 INT. MARCO’S STUDIO APARTMENT - NIGHT 58
Marco willing himself awake -- like a man shaking off death
itself -- the t.v.’s a blurred reflection warped across the
window glass behind him:
TV58 NEWSCASTER #2 TV58
(distant)
... Wisconsin makes it official. Raymond
Shaw is the vice-presidential nominee ...
59 EXT. SERIES OF SHOTS - WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY 59
Monuments, stark and cold. Capitol Hill. Supreme Court.
The White House. The Lincoln Memorial ... the Pentagon.
8/18/03 28.
A60 EXT. WALTER REED ARMY HOSPITAL - DAY A60
Establishing, as:
LT. COL. HOWARD (O.S.)
Taking your meds?
60 INT. WALTER REED HOSPITAL - ARMY SHRINK’S OFFICE - DAY 60
Marco with LT. COL. HOWARD, a kindly but pedantic Army staff
psychiatrist, referring to notes:
MARCO (O.S.)
Yes sir.
(beat)
No sir.
Beat. Howard looks up at Marco.
MARCO:
The meds make me ... spongy.
I’m not sharp --
I float.
LT. COL. HOWARD
The meds help you sleep.
MARCO:
When I sleep, I dream.
dream, sir.
I don’t want to
LT. COL. HOWARD
You’re off your meds, sleep-deprived, you
have an unexpected encounter with a
member of your Gulf War recon team, Al
Melvin, who mentions some dreams he’s
been having --
MARCO:
Dreams like mine.
LT. COL. HOWARD
(ignores)
-- and suddenly your own bad dreams come
charging back. Made worse by your
chronic fear of them. Add in all the
recent campaign news about Congressman
Shaw, which is obviously rekindling your
feelings of guilt and jealousy --
MARCO:
-- I’m not jealous of Raymond Shaw, sir.
LT. COL. HOWARD
Okay. How did you feel when you heard
the news from the convention?
Marco shrugs.
8/18/03 29.
LT. COL. HOWARD
A shrug isn’t a feeling.
MARCO:
I felt ... fine. No big deal.
LT. COL. HOWARD
Fine.
MARCO:
Yes.
(almost angry)
Glad for him. He deserves it. Raymond
Shaw is probably the kindest, bravest,
warmest -
MARCO LT. COL. HOWARD
-- most selfless human being -- most selfless human being
I’ve ever ... you’ve ever known.
Half a beat --
LT. COL. HOWARD
You’re f***ing with me, Major.
MARCO:
No sir. I wouldn’t do that, sir.
LT. COL. HOWARD
What other conclusion can I draw?
Marco says nothing. Holding back what he’s thinking.
LT. COL. HOWARD
Look, we’ve been over this a million
times. Until you forgive yourself for
what happened that night in Kuwait, the
loss of your men -- for what you did, for
what you didn’t do ...
No reaction from Marco. The Lt. Colonel sighs.
LT. COL. HOWARD
How’s Public Affairs?
MARCO:
It sucks, sir. I want to get back to
Intelligence.
LT. COL. HOWARD
Then for God’s sake, Ben, go back on your
meds. And stay on them, this time. Get
some sleep. I’ll see you in two weeks.
MARCO:
Yes sir. Same time, same station.
8/18/03 30.
Marco starts to get up --
LT. COL. HOWARD
And stay the hell away from television.
61 OMITTED 61
62 OMITTED 62
63 INT./EXT. D.C. BOTANICAL GARDENS - DAY 63
Festive champagne brunch. Lush indoor foliage. The Capitol
Dome visible in the b.g. Huge, graphic banners declaim the
campaign slogan:
SECURE TOMORROW and the ticket: ARTHUR-SHAW.
An elegant ALL-WOMAN HARP ORCHESTRA plays new-age patriotic
music, and a thick crowd of WEALTHY PARTY INNER CIRCLE
members jostle between elegant food stations, or cue up for
thirty seconds with presidential-hopeful Robert Arthur.
MOVING WITH - MARCO
who has two retired, old bastard Generals in his company,
stars gleaming on their shoulders. Marco’s eyes scan the
room; he’s a man on a mission:
GENERAL SLOAN:
No offense, Major, but it chaps my ass we
gotta have a babysitter.
MARCO:
Sir, I’m just here to keep you from
getting into fist-fights with the Navy
guys.
The old generals laugh, appreciate this.
eureka -- he’s found his target:
Marco stops --
MARCO’S P.O.V. - ACROSS THE HUGE ROOM - RAYMOND
holding side-show vice-presidential court for some enamored
young women and their banker husbands. SECRET SERVICE
agents, including his everpresent Anderson, maintaining a
careful perimeter.
GENERAL WILSON (O.S.)
Major Marco --
MARCO AND THE GENERALS
Marco forced to pull his gaze away from Raymond:
GENERAL WILSON:
-- this Army of Two’s gonna do some recon
on the no host bar.
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