True Colors Page #3

Kentucky plates. Russell Building

parking sticker. Steubens' car.

Wow! Now I've seen it all.

Can we go now?

- Get the jack out of the trunk.

- What for?

Peter, what the f*** are you doing?

Oh, no!

Yeah, they got me, too.

Senator Steubens?

Tim, it's Senator Steubens.

Senator, I'm a great,

great admirer of yours.

Oh, very nice to meet you, sir.

Miss Winston.

- Peter.

- Hi.

Must be a Democratic precinct.

Let me change your tyre.

Oh, no, I couldn't ask you to do that.

- Just take my car.

- I couldn't.

I'm an aide to Senator Stiles.

Stiles?

Good people, Stiles. Good people.

I could just run up to your office

tomorrow, exchange keys.

It would be an honour, Senator.

- I don't know...

- Let's accept.

You think so, honey?

OK. Thank you.

Just let me have a word with our

good friend here. Hold that, honey.

- Nice meeting you.

- You, too.

- Peter Burton, Senator.

- Just call me Frank, Pete.

- I know what this looks like.

- Like a senator working late.

I know what it looks like.

Don't yank my chain.

- No, Frank.

- Just between us men.

- Can't stress the importance.

- No need, Frank.

Thank you.

Pete.

Thank you again. Come on, honey.

Senator.

- Thank you.

- Goodnight.

Frank, hurry.

- The moves on this kid!

- You stuck his tyre. That's a crime.

OK, so I created a situation.

So what? I did him a favour,

equals Stiles did him a favour.

So he's on our dance card in

a close vote. What's wrong?

It's wrong.

You think the Department of Justice

never cuts corners? It's a new day.

- What the f*** does that mean?

- Don't get caught.

Lighten up.

I didn't break into Watergate.

I let the air out of a tyre. It's kids' stuff.

Baker's moving to excuse Standish,

so we've got to get into his involvement

with the pipeline contracts.

Hammer Standish

when he twists his watch.

What?

Every time he takes the Fifth

or "can't recall", he twists it.

Like those Lebanese lobbying answers.

He twists his watch, come down hard.

Hey, Pete.

- Your boss is writing "kick me" on this.

- Afternoon, Frank.

- You know Peter?

- Met last night.

We had a nice chat about your

amendment to the Appropriations Bill.

Listen, Jim. Walk back with me

after the hearing. I think we can talk.

See you inside.

Yeah.

- Will you tell me what that was about?

- No time. We'd better get inside.

I told Mrs Santana we'd be out

of the apartment Monday morning.

- Did she rent it?

- I don't know. Why?

I'm staying, Tim.

I'm not going back to school.

- You're kidding?

- No. We're in the best school there is.

College of Ways and Means, DC.

- Let's go.

- Let's do it.

- Take 'em.

- Good shot!

- Are you sure it's OK?

- Yes, I was nodding off, too.

Dinner's not for an hour,

so we can walk...

Or just get a bite. No, I'm not hungry!

- I'm getting fat anyway.

- You are not!

- Maybe if we walked I'd be hungry.

- It's OK.

I'm sorry. You put this big night

together and I'm being a creep.

- What's the matter?

- We're about to be separated again.

And I'm thinking maybe

that's not such a bad thing.

- What?

- I don't know where it's going.

It's going fine. What is this?

Just because you say it's fine,

doesn't make it fine.

OK.

OK.

I'm listening.

Well...

Why are you so set on Justice?

Isn't there another track?

- Why be out of the loop?

- Ass-kiss your way to the middle?

That's not what it is.

My parents have a wonderful life in it.

- You're one of the best.

- You think the DOJ is for rejects?

No, I'm not saying that.

I don't want to spend my life

trying to get votes.

If you're happy with your programme,

fine. But it's not mine, or ours.

I can't say I'd be happy

being basically a cop's wife.

Not a cop, an attorney.

No one said anything about marriage.

I hate the way I sound,

but I have to say these things.

We have to think about them.

So, I'll call you when I'm in town next.

I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you.

Let's get out of here.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Wait for me, OK?

Yeah.

- I knew it was no before I could ask.

- Did she give you a reason?

My career plans aren't glamorous

enough. It seems like that matters.

- What will you do?

- Try and fall out of love with her.

She loves you. It's obvious.

If she loses you over some agenda,

then she doesn't deserve you.

- Am I right?

- Peter.

- Could I speak with you?

- Certainly, John.

- Hi, Tim.

- Hi.

- What's up?

- I just came from Steubens' office.

- Is he behaving himself?

- Maybe you want to talk in private.

Tim's my brother.

He's going to hear it anyway.

Here it is.

Don't you ever, ever go trying to make

some deal for the senator's office.

You want to play maverick,

take it somewhere else.

If you're staying,

you go through channels.

Got me?

- Got you.

- Good.

The campaign staff in Connecticut

is spread too thin. We need a hand.

Take the shuttle to New York,

then the train to New Haven.

- Someone will pick you up.

- Decoration committee?

- Fundamentals. Something you missed.

- Ask you one thing?

- Quickly.

- Is Steubens with the amendment?

- That's not the point.

- I know.

I don't think you do.

Yes.

He's f***ing with me. It's personal.

Now I have to find a way round him.

Shouldn't be too hard.

40 years old and he's still an aide.

Dresses like a leftover campus radical.

John Denver-looking motherf...

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Lyndon Johnson once told me

that a good speech

is measured by how quickly

it gets the audience on its feet.

So, the owner of the black Mercedes

with Connecticut plates,

your lights are on.

Sorry about that.

Not staying for the rest of the speech?

No. I just wanted to see

how my joke went over.

Been here since eight in the morning.

Goodnight.

Where are you going?

I'm going to sneak over that fence,

take off my clothes and float in that pool.

I'd ask you, but I hate hearing no.

How do you know I'd say no?

'Cause I don't think those looks

you've been dealing me

add up to you actually doing anything.

I think you're a daddy's girl. And

she doesn't fool around with the help.

- Got me all figured out, huh?

- Tell me I'm wrong.

You're wrong.

- What about Tim?

- What about Tim?

- What are we going to tell him?

- Nothing.

We were both curious.

You've been in my bed every night

this week. That's more than curious.

This doesn't have anything

to do with Tim.

You going back with him?

Peter, I love Tim.

Whether or not I can be with him,

I don't know.

Whatever happens, you're not part of it.

You don't want to be.

You're his best friend.

What if you're what I want?

- What if I fall in love with you?

- God, no. No, no, no.

- This is screwed up enough as it is.

- I could.

You could fall in love with me, too.

- Stop it. I don't think so.

- Why? I'm not good enough?

- Come on, Peter.

- Just say that you could love me.

- No.

- Just say it.

Just say it.

No!

They pay peanuts with 2 weeks a year?

- I just started. It gets better.

- I know waiters with better deals.

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