Thirteen Days Page #5
BOBBY:
It'll be the principals, a couple of the
key guys from each department: the
Executive Committee of the National
Security Council. We'll call it EXCOM.
Kenny snorts a laugh. Bobby shoots him a cross look.
KENNY:
EXCOM. Has a ring to it. Like F-Troop.
The President stops. Bobby and Kenny stop, too.
THE PRESIDENT:
Okay. Kenny and I only show for the
meetings you call us into. Impress us.
And do it fast.
(to Kenny)
You're in charge of keeping this quiet.
If word gets out before we know what
we're going to do, there'll be panic.
And it'll ruin any chance of surprise if
we decide to hit them.
KENNY:
Then we need to do a few things right
away. No Pierre. He knows, the press
knows.
You're going to have to keep up your
schedule - your movements are followed
too closely. And we need to get these
guys out of the White House. George
Ball's got a conference room at State.
(to Bobby)
Reconvene over there this afternoon,
come back here tonight.
Bobby nods.
BOBBY:
I think we should bring in Dean Acheson.
He was fighting Soviets while we were
still working the wards in Boston.
The President nods his approval. Looks at Kenny.
THE PRESIDENT:
Find him, Kenny. We're going to need
all the help we can get.
INT. WEST WING - HALL OUTSIDE PRESS OFFICE - DAY
Kenny moves hard and fast through the twisting warren of
hallways and tiny offices which is the West Wing. Suddenly,
Scotty Reston pops out of a doorway behind Kenny.
RESTON:
Hey, Kenny! Who died?
Kenny glances over his shoulder at Scotty who points to a
window. A beat, then Kenny returns to look out the window.
Outside, the West Wing Drive is FILLED WITH LIMOUSINES.
A flash of dismay, but Kenny covers fast.
KENNY:
Way it's going, the Democratic Party.
DNC strategy session. If you can call
it that.
Scotty chuckles. Kenny moves off, leading him away. Kenny's
assistant runs up behind him, holding out a slip of paper.
ASSISTANT:
Sir?
Kenny tries to look him away.
RESTON:
It's Tuesday. You said to call. When
do I get my 45 minutes?
KENNY:
Tell you what. We're in Connecticut
tomorrow for Ribicoff. I'll get you up
front with him during the flight.
RESTON:
Deal.
ASSISTANT:
Sir.
Kenny turns, harsh
KENNY:
What is it?
The Assistant eyes Scotty, holds his tongue. Kenny takes the
slips.
ASSISTANT:
KENNY:
I ask for a lot of 'em. Whose is it?
ASSISTANT:
Dean Acheson's, sir.
That shuts Kenny up. Reston eyes the slip, then looks to
Kenny's face. And he knows something isn't right here.
KENNY:
Gotta go, Scotty. See you tomorrow.
INT. TREASURY BUILDING GARAGE - NIGHT
A car jolts to a stop. The CAMERA PANS up over the sagging
suspension, the government plates, the hood ornament
revealing half of EXCOM inside. Kenny stands nearby waiting
for them.
The doors open, and out they pile like a bunch of clowns:
Bobby, McNamara, Rusk, Ball, Martin, Dioptric, Sorensen,
Stevenson, and Nitze. They're sitting in each others' laps,
banging their heads on the roof, joking, but tense.
BOBBY:
Screw secrecy. You try having that fat
ass sit on your lap all the way from
Foggy Bottom.
MCNAMARA:
You were excited. I say no more.
The gang falls in behind Kenny, trails him out of the garage.
INT. TUNNEL TO WHITE HOUSE - NIGHT
A steel door unlocks, swings open, and Kenny marches at the
head of the wedge of men into a long tunnel. It's the
infamous old passage from the Treasury to the White House.
Kenny and Bobby get a little ahead of the others.
BOBBY:
Everybody agrees the diplomatic route is
out. It's too slow, and they'll have
the missiles finished.
Kenny looks at him. Then there's only one alternative. The
CAMERA wipes through the ceiling to:
GROUND LEVEL. Where the brilliantly-lit flag flutters over
the spotlit White House: their destination.
GENERAL WALTER 'CAM' SWEENEY, head of Tactical Air Command,
stands at the head of the table with a presentation board.
The men of EXCOM gather around Sweeney in their rumpled
shirts, nursing coffee and cigarettes.
GENERAL SWEENEY:
We have 850 planes assembling at
Homestead, Eglin, Opa Locka, MacDill,
Patrick, Pensacola and Key West.
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. HOMESTEAD AFB - FLORIDA - NIGHT
An F-100 Super Sabre stands under lights on a taxiway. The
CAMERA DESCENDS FROM ITS OVERHEAD SHOT, discovering the
aircraft's sleek cockpit, menacing tiger-jaw paint job, the
four 20mm cannons on its nose.
GENERAL SWEENEY (V.O.)
Due to the tropical foliage, the OPLAN
calls for high-explosive and napalm
loadouts for our ground attack sorties.
The FLIGHT LINE where a full strike wing stands beyond this
plane, pylons laden with weapons, GROUND CREW servicing them.
INT. CABINET ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Other EXCOM members draw near the board, its order of battle,
strike maps. They're grim, but fascinated. Empowering.
Intoxicating. Sexy. Kenny sees it in the faces, even the
President's. Adlai does too, is upset.
ADLAI:
I still think there are diplomatic
approaches we haven't considered yet.
Kenny looks at Adlai. The others around the room,
embarrassed, don't respond. The group has moved on and
Stevenson hasn't.
GENERAL TAYLOR:
We have high confidence in the expanded
air strike option.
(beat)
The problem, Mr. President, is that it's
a short-term solution. Khruschev can
send more missiles next month. The
Chiefs and I believe we should follow up
the air strikes with the full version of
OPLAN 316.
THE PRESIDENT:
An invasion...
GENERAL TAYLOR:
Yes, sir. We can be sure we get all the
missiles, and we remove Castro so this
Kenny looks around the room at the men, the murmurs of
general agreement, senses the consensus building and is
agitated.
THE PRESIDENT:
Is this the Chiefs' recommendation?
GENERAL TAYLOR:
Yes, sir. Our best option is to
commence the strikes before the missiles
are operational. The invasion happens
eight days later.
The President leans back in his chair, turns to the man at
the far end of the table: DEAN ACHESON, 60s, former Secretary
of State. He sits silent, like some revered oracle, the
architect of the American Cold War strategy of containment.
THE PRESIDENT:
Dean. What do you think?
Acheson arches an eyebrow, and when he speaks, his voice
resonates throughout the room, powerful, smooth, hypnotic.
ACHESON:
Mr. President, you have rightly
dismissed the diplomatic option. The
Soviet will only tie you down in
negotiation, and leave us short of our
goal, the removal of the missiles.
Negotiating will do nothing more than
give them time to make the missiles
operational, complicating the necessary
military task we have at hand.
Everyone in the room listens to him with rapt attention, his
presence overshadowing the room, oracular:
ACHESON (CONT'D)
For the last fifteen years, I have
fought here at this table along side
your predecessors in the struggle
against the Soviet. Gentlemen, I do not
wish to seem melodramatic, but I do wish
to impress upon you one observation with
all conceivable sincerity. A lesson I
have learned with bitter tears and great
sacrifice.
(beat)
The Soviet understands only one
language:
action. It respects only oneword:
force.
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