Thirteen Days Page #14
WILHEMY:
A few. I guess.
GROUND CREW CHIEF
Was them 20 or 40 million sparrows?
Ecker, sweat-plastered and foul, steps into the Chief's face.
ECKER:
Those are bird strikes. Sparrows to be
precise. Got a problem with that?
The Chief stands there, glances at the plane one more time,
and shakes his head, 'No.' Ecker takes the Chief's
maintenance clipboard from him, writes in big bold marker:
BIRD STRIKES. He thrusts it back into the Chief's hands and
walks off; the astonished Wilhemy remains behind.
INT. KENNY'S OFFICE - DAY
In Kenny's credenza, a small black and white T.V. plays.
WALTER CRONKITE narrates on the television as a train laden
with TANKS on flatbeds pulls out of a station.
WALTER CRONKITE (V.O.)
Massive military preparations are
underway throughout the southeast in
what Pentagon officials are confirming
is the largest mobilization since Korea.
The railways have been nationalized to
assist in the deployment, here
transporting elements of the U.S. 1st
Armored Division from Ft. Hood, Texas.
A PHONE RINGS. Kenny turns from the T.V., turns down Walter
Cronkite, as he answers.
KENNY:
Yeah?
INT. OAS MEETING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
George Ball stands at the back of a crowded room filled with
applauding OAS DELEGATES. It's for Rusk, at a podium up
front.
BALL:
Kenny. The vote just came down.
Kenny opens his door, lets Rusk in. The President, Bobby and
half of EXCOM look up. Rusk stands there somber.
RUSK:
Unanimous. One abstenation.
And then he breaks into a huge grin. Everyone cheers him.
THE PRESIDENT:
About time something went our way.
An Assistant enters behind Kenny. Kenny senses him, turns as
the others move to shake hands with Rusk.
ASSISTANT:
Telephone, Mr. O'Donnell.
INT. KENNY'S OFFICE - DAY
Kenny, grinning, ducks back into his office, closes the door
after the Assistant leaves. He picks up the phone.
KENNY:
Hello?
INTERCUT CALL TO:
INT. READY ROOM - CECIL FIELD - DAY
Ecker stands at a phone, stares out a window at a replacement
plane being fueled. A Crusader, not his shot-up one.
ECKER:
Mr. O'Donnell, I've been ordered to
deliver the film to the Pentagon
personally. What's going on?
INT. KENNY'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Kenny thinks fast. Oh sh*t.
KENNY:
The Chiefs must want to talk to you.
(beat)
Listen to me, Commander, they'll want to
know if you were fired on. Were you?
ECKER (O.S.)
You could say that, sir.
KENNY:
Commander. Do not, under any
circumstances, tell the Chiefs.
END INTERCUT:
INT. PENTAGON - DAY
SUPER:
E-RING. Then SUPER: THE PENTAGONEcker, still in his sweat-drenched flight suit approaches a
security checkpoint. GUARDS secure his sidearm and user him
through a doorway. A sign over it reads JCS.
The door swings open into the Joint Chiefs' SOUND-PROOFED
briefing room known as THE TANK. LeMay, Taylor and Anderson
sit there around the table. Ecker salutes.
ECKER:
Commander William B. Ecker reporting as
ordered!
LeMay rises, prowls over to Ecker.
LEMAY:
Son , I want to know just one thing.
Those bastards shoot so much as a BB gun
at you?
A long beat. Sweat runs off Ecker's head. He can smell
LeMay's breath.
ECKER:
Sir, it was a milk run, sir.
Kenny joins the President and General Taylor in the hallway
as they head for the Oval Office.
GENERAL TAYLOR:
It appears our low-level flights are
getting back okay. Some unconfirmed
reports of small-arms fire from some of
the missions, but that's it.
Slightly behind them, Kenny looks sidelong at Taylor.
THE PRESIDENT:
Guess we can't blame Khruschev for a few
patriotic farmers. And the ships?
GENERAL TAYLOR:
Still heading for Cuba.
THE PRESIDENT:
All right. Then I guess it's time.
FLASHBULBS go off all around the room as the President walks
in, goes over to his desk. Reporters observe silently, T.V.
cameras track him; Kenny, Bobby and Sorensen watch as the
President sits, takes a pen form his pocket.
THE PRESIDENT:
In accordance with this afternoon's vote
at the OAS, the quarantine shall hereby
be effective as of ten o'clock tomorrow
morning.
Kenny observes in silence as the President SIGNS the
Proclamation of Interdiction.
The Oval Office has emptied out. Only Kenny, Bobby, Sorensen
and the President remain. The President looks out the
window, Sorensen sits in a chair in front of the desk. Bobby
and Kenny sit on the edge of the desk.
THE PRESIDENT:
Last summer I read a book. The Guns of
August. I wish every man on that
blockade line had read that book.
The President moves over to the GLOBE by his desk, spins it,
stopping in on Europe.
THE PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
World War One. Thirteen million killed
all because the militaries of both
alliances were so highly attuned to each
other's movements and dispositions,
afraid of letting the other guy have a
theoretical advantage. And your man in
the field, his family at home, couldn't
even tell you the reasons why their
lives were being sacrificed.
(beat)
Why couldn't they stop it?
Can we? The President's fingers turn the globe. It stops on
North America. Kenny and Bobby listen.
THE PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
And here we are, fifty years later. One
of their ships resists the inspection.
We shoot out its rudder and board. They
shoot down our planes in response. We
bomb their anti-aircraft sites in
response to that. They attack Berlin.
We invade Cuba. They fire their
missiles. We fire ours.
The President sets the globe gently spinning and walks away.
INT. KENNY'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Kenny rubs his eyes, listens to his phone and the WOMAN'S
VOICE at the other end. It's his wife.
HELEN (O.S.)
When are you going to be home?
KENNY:
I don't know, Helen. I want you to keep
the kids close tomorrow. Leave the T.V.
on, sleep with it on in the bedroom
until I tell you you can turn it off.
HELEN (O.S.)
What's happened?
KENNY:
Nothing. Nothing you don't know about.
Tomorrow's the big day. Just have the
car ready to go if I call or if the
Civil Defense Warning comes on.
HELEN (O.S.)
What happens to you? I'm not leaving
without you.
KENNY:
I'll be evacuated with the President.
A long silence on the other end of the line.
HELEN (O.S.)
Great. So while you're under a rock
somewhere with the President, what am I
supposed to do with your five children?
And to that, there is no answer. A beat, and it's all Kenny
can promise:
KENNY:
I'll find you. But we're not going to
let it come to that. I promise.
INT. WHITE HOUSE CAFETERIA - NIGHT
Kenny hands Bobby and Bundy cups of coffee. The three men
nurse them in the silence of the abandoned cafeteria.
KENNY:
Helen just asked me what sort of
arrangements we have for the families.
BUNDY:
I just checked myself.
(beat)
They're being issued identity cards.
Call comes, and evacuation officers meet
them at pre-arranged departure areas.
They go by helicopter to Mount Weather.
We meet them there.
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