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Manchurian Candidate Script



Bets around, bets around.

Let's go, Jameson.



Everybody in? Atkins, Atkins?



Oh, come on, man, let's go.



No, man, your sister

didn't send me that check yet.



No, this is how you play the...

This is how you play Texas Hold'em.



You just told us how to play it!



This is how you play Texas Hold'em.



Will you flip another card.

This is the fourth fucking...



- Four of a kind.

- What do you got, Melvin?



Yo, Melvin, man,

what you gonna do,



you gonna play the cards

or you gonna hatch them?



I ain't gonna hatch them. I need to

run out to the ATM real quick.



There's gotta be a...



Gotta be a  -Eleven

out there somewhere.



Let me get two.



So why don't we just go directly in.



Right up this route, straight in.



Yes, well, I see the captain

enjoys the road less traveled.



No, the captain enjoys

not going down the highway,



dragging his ass so every Tom, Dick

and Qaddafi can take a whack at it.



It's very bad here.



It's bad here, it's still bad here.



And I've heard it's bad

right down here.



- Bad everywhere, huh?

- Yeah.






Tricky. Swedish-made.



The man didn't say anything

about mines to me.



Sergeant Shaw.



- Sergeant.

- Sir.



Rolling in two minutes.



Yes, sir.



You okay?



Yes, sir.



Two minutes.



Yo, give me two cards, man.



Captain says we're moving out.






Hey, that cat needs a friend.

And a hug.



It was just before Desert Storm.



We were on a routine recon

inside Iraqi-controlled terrain,



assessing enemy troop strength



for what Saddam Hussein promised

would be the mother of all wars.



I'm in the lead vehicle

with Sergeant Shaw



and our guide, a civilian contractor.



The night is clear.

Stars, but no moon.






Hang on.



Exit the vehicle.

On me! On me!



Get a flare up, sergeant.



Enemy dismount! Go after, go after!

Stay left!



Covering, covering, covering!



Bear right!



Move it, move it, move it!



Captain Marco!






Was you scared?



Scared? Well...



...there was really no time

to be scared.



With complete disregard

for his own life,



Sergeant Raymond Shaw

engaged single-handedly



an entire company of the enemy.



Sergeant Shaw was awarded

the Medal of Honor.



I signed the recommendation myself.



Yes, sir.



Were you wounded?



I was, I was injured.



Concussion, lost focus.

Sergeant Shaw, he took command.






- Yes.

- Did your unit sustain any casualties?



Yes. PFC Edward Ingram,



PFC Robert Baker III

were killed.



Now, the Medal of Honor,

Congressional Medal of Honor,



is the highest award that any soldier

could aspire to.



What these brave men

that I've talked about today did



should never be forgotten.



Since      there have only been

    Medals awarded,



out of a total of    million

Americans at arms.



Who knows.



Maybe one day,

one of you fine young men



will earn that medal

in defense of this great nation.






Major Marco,

on behalf of Troops      and     



just wanna thank you



for coming to speak to us

about the Medal of Honor



and about your interesting experiences

in the armed forces.



Thanks for listening.



Thank you very much.



You ever wish it had been you?



I'm sorry, excuse me?



Won the Medal.



Been... Been the hero.



Well, sir, I'm just...

I'm just proud that I was there.



Thank you.



Thank you very much.



- Major Marco?

- Yes.



Al Melvin, sir.



Corporal Melvin.



From your unit, Desert Storm.



Corporal Melvin. How you doing?



I have these dreams, sir.



- Dreams?

- Yes, sir.



Kuwait. It's you and me,



Ingram and Baker and...



...Raymond Shaw.






See, I remember it happened

like you just said,



and then...



...I don't.






...we had it pretty rough

over there, Melvin.



That was a long time ago.

Memories shift.



Do you have dreams, sir?



Everybody has dreams, corporal.



No, not these.



No, I don't.



I write it all down.

You know, like, every night,



right when I wake up,

I try to get it down.



It doesn't always come together,

you know,



not everything that I can remember.



Maybe you should go

to the V.A. Hospital,



talk to one of the doctors.



- I've been to doctors, man.

- Okay.



I'm just... I'm just...



I'm just a little stuck, sir.



Because I remember, okay, Shaw...



Shaw, okay...

Shaw saving us, right...



...but that doesn't make sense,




...that should've been you.



Okay, if Shaw is in the Hummer...



...the Toyota is here...



All right. Just get up, get up.



Listen, it's...



That's over with. That's done.

Okay? You gotta move on.



What I was hoping is that,

you know, maybe...



You need some money

or something?



- No, no, sir.

- Wait a minute.



I don't need your money, man.



All right. It was great to see you.



Paper or plastic, sir?



With public anxiety being rekindled

by the events of Bloody Friday,



with the war on terror continuing into

yet another year, no end in sight,



the worries just continue to grow.



Polls indicate that

more and more voters



are concerned with

personal family safety,



with economic security,



fearing more and more jobs

going overseas



or being taken by

illegal immigrants.



They're concerned with the quality

of air and our water,



the degradation caused by the

rollback in environmental regulations,



by religious and racial polarization,



with the drumbeat of body bags

coming from all over the globe.



The American people are ready

for a new agenda.



But because this party is so

divided on so many issues,



the choice of a vice presidential

nominee may very well be



the unifying factor for delegates

at this convention.



And if this respect propels me

toward the nomination



as your vice presidential candidate,

I will be greatly honored.



We need to look inward,

attend to our own house.



The danger to our country is not only

from some terrorists at large,



terrorists who, by the way,

we've helped engender



with    years

of failed foreign policy.



No, the real danger

is from suspending civil liberties,



gutting the Bill of Rights,

allowing our fear



to destroy our democratic ideals,



because once we start overturning

our constitutional protections,



our enemies have won.






- There he is.

- Darling.



What, were you gonna make me

stand out there like room service?



I asked downstairs and Miss Freeman,

your wrangler, helpful Miss Freeman,



she said you were up here

practicing your speech.



I don't honestly understand why



you insist upon

isolating yourself, Raymond.



People adore you,

they crave your company,



and yet here you are,



holed up as if you were some sort of



emotionally challenged individual

like your father.



Shut up, Tom.

Instead of Raymond Prentiss Shaw,



handsome, intelligent,



people-loving war hero

with a great deal to offer his party.



- No.

- And his country.






- No, what?

- No.



I haven't even asked you

a question yet.



No to the question

you're going to ask.



No to all of the questions

you pretend to want to ask.



Your hair is too flat.



And no, you may not engage

in your usual backdoor



And that tie...



political thuggery to shovel me

onto the presidential ticket.



Tie's wrong. Something less busy.



Oh, you're not interested.



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 Tom Jordan,



which I am sure

was part of your plan.



Excuse me, when have I ever

attacked Senator Jordan, despite...



Despite what?



Despite the shameful way

his daughter toyed with you



that summer at the shore.



You chased her away, Mother,

let's not have any illusions about...



She wasn't in your league, but if that's

the way you choose to remember it...



You destroyed any possibility

of us ever...



Honey, you are oversimplifying things

a little bit, but it's okay.



I'll stay out of it.



You have my word.



Thank you. Thank you.



I think you all know my mother,

Senator Eleanor Prentiss Shaw.



And some of you, no doubt,

remember my father,



the late Senator John Shaw.



I've been honored to serve

my two terms in Congress.



But I also grew up on the Hill.



I've seen how the game is played

by professionals,



how deals are struck,



committees bullied,

agendas bought and sold.



And with apologies to my mother,

I wish to remain an amateur.



I believe democracy

is not negotiable.



I believe that freedom from fear

in the world at large and here at home



is not negotiable.



I know how much Americans

have to fear today.



But I can tell you

that I've been there.



I've faced the enemy firsthand

on the battlefront.



I know what it is to be afraid.



But I am living proof

that we can win.



We can prevail.



We must secure tomorrow today.

Thank you.



- Bluffing?

- That was the inference.



They should be down on their fat,

white knees, thanking me



for saving this party from

committing political seppuku.



You gave them every opportunity

to do the right thing, senator.



No. I gave them one opportunity and

that was unusually generous of me.



See if you can get ahold of

Bob Arthur,



because I'm gonna wanna

meet with him.



Thank you very much

for arranging this.



- I appreciate it.

- Sure.



- Mr. Secretary.

- Senator.



Thank you very much

for taking this meeting.



- Good to see you again.

- Leona. So nice to see you, Leona.



Buddy. Gentlemen.



No, I thought we settled it

this morning.



All right, I'll keep you posted.



The decision is final.



Thank you very much.



- How's Jeanine?

- Senator.



Tom Jordan's on the ticket.



Now, we don't need your blessing,



but we'd like it.



Okay, so before we get started,

I'm just...



I'm dying to know...



...which genius hatched the idea of

pairing a sound bite from Nebraska



with a relic who thinks that keeping

suicide bombers off our buses



is unconstitutional.

Was it you, Gordy?



All the research indicates

that an Arthur-Jordan ticket



sits quite well

with the American people.



"Sits quite well"

translates into how many votes?



Your son is largely unknown

outside of New York.



I mean, his public service,

his congressional record,



while commendable,

is not the kind of thing...



My son is a war hero.



Governor Arthur has agreed

to consider Raymond



for a cabinet-level post.



We didn't come here

to have a discussion.



Did we come here

to have a discussion?



Ellie, you don't have the votes

to block this.



Not even to push the nomination

to a second ballot.



Oh, Jim, even running against

this cut-and-fold vice president,



with his party's record of

abysmal failure at home and abroad,



Governor Arthur is still unelectable

to the presidency...



...without help.



Consider, that our intrepid Arthur



can hold on to his own home ground,

and the Northeast,



and even California,

we are still dead across the South.



He's not dead completely

in the South, senator...



And the Southwest,

where they win by landslides.



I mean, you know this.



Your focus groups,

your polls all tell you this.



They back me up, right?



Now, you're counting on

Tom Jordan to help you get



the black vote, women

and college kids.



My gut instinct says he won't,



and on Arthur to somehow hold

the center, where he is soft at best.



We're confident

this is a winning ticket, Ellie.



What's your margin of error, Vaughn?



Five points?






I can swing that, and you know it.



Oh, I could swing seven

away from you.



That's more than enough

to split the ticket.



And deny us the White House

another four years? No.



No, not even you.



Not even you, senator,

will do that, you are bluffing.



Oh, no, no, no, senator,

I would and I will



and I will do whatever is necessary

to protect America



from anyone who opposes her.



I can't...

Am I the only person in this room



who's been reading

these NSA reports?



- I've read them.

- All right, then you know,



you know we are on the brink

of another cataclysm,



probably nuclear, on our own soil.



Oh, Ellie, that's a bit extreme.



And it's not from random terrorists,



but from covert alliances

of disaffected nations



who have all been made bold

by this kind of Jordan one-worlder



who believes that human beings

are essentially good



and that our power is somehow,

I don't know,



shameful or evil or never to be used.



Make no mistake,

the American people are terrified.



They know something's coming.

They can feel it.



And we can either shovel them

the same old shit and call it sugar



or we can arm them.



We can arm them with a young,

vibrant vice president.



We can give them heat, energy,

give them a war hero with heart,



forged by enemy fire

in the desert in the dark,



when American lives

hung in the balance.



Give us a few minutes.



Thank you.



Mr. Secretary,

thank you for your time.



- Thank you.

- Really appreciate it.



- Leona, good evening.

- Thank you, Ellie.



Well, they're gonna have to make

their own decisions.



I am proud...


            offer into nomination



the name of the next vice president

of these United States:



Raymond Shaw!



A remarkable development.

Twenty-four hours ago,



New York Congressman

Raymond Prentiss Shaw



wasn't even being mentioned

as a possible candidate



for the vice presidential nomination

four years from now,



much less this current convention.



Some incredible news

from the convention floor tonight.



Like a long shot

catching the favorite



on the back stretch

of the Kentucky Derby,



Raymond Shaw has overtaken

Senator Thomas Jordan



to gain the vice presidential




Raymond Shaw bears the lineage

of the fabled Prentiss family dynasty.



Grandson of legendary industrialist

and diplomat Tyler Prentiss,



son of controversial

Senator Eleanor Prentiss Shaw,



who took over the seat

vacated by her husband,



the esteemed John Shaw,



when he died tragically

over    years ago.



For many, Raymond Prentiss Shaw

is an enigma.



The millionaire

Harvard honors student



who enlisted in the infantry,



refusing the officer's commission

to which he was entitled.



Media-shy and reclusive,



Raymond Shaw's life

was forever changed



on the killing fields of Kuwait,



where he won the Congressional

Medal of Honor for combat bravery.



Two members of Sergeant Shaw's

famed "Lost Patrol,"



PFC Edward Ingram



and PFC Robert Baker III,

were killed.



Their guide, a civilian contractor,

disappeared in the ambush.



But Sergeant Shaw

heroically fought off the enemy



and guided the shell-shocked

survivors of the Lost Patrol



across hostile terrain to safety.



Raymond Shaw is probably

the kindest, bravest, warmest...



Most selfless human being

I've ever known.



The celebrated war hero,



who dedicated himself to

public service after Desert Storm.



The Medal of Honor winner, beloved

by the men of the Lost Patrol.



He quickly turned his energies

to public service



in his adopted state of New York.



- The revolutionary science

of biogenetics,



which has literally transformed...



Captain Marco!



The revolutionary science

of biogenetics.



The revolutionary science

of biogenetics,



which has literally transformed...



- Captain Marco!

- Raymond Shaw is the most selfless



human being I've ever known.



Raymond Shaw is probably

the kindest, bravest, warmest...



Yet note the complexity

of the frontal lobe.









Help me.



Sergeant Shaw.






Suffocate Private Baker. Kill him.



Raymond Shaw is probably

the kindest, bravest, warmest,



most selfless human being

I've ever known.



Raymond Shaw...



Excellent, excellent.

Go on, Raymond.



Good, good, Raymond.



Raymond Shaw is probably

the kindest, bravest,



warmest, most selfless

human being I've ever known.



No offense, major...



...but it sort of chaps my ass

that we have to have a babysitter.



I'm just here to make sure

you don't get cornered



by some Air Force general's

unhappy wife.



Major Marco,

we should be so lucky.



- So nice to meet you.

- Thank you.



- Thank you.

- Nice to meet you.



Raymond Shaw.



Major Marco, this army of two



are gonna do some recon

at the no-host bar.



- A failed foreign policy which has

only served to galvanize our enemies.



Excuse me, please.



In fact, mobilizing an ersatz

army of malcontents...



- General Sloan, you lead the charge.

- Absolutely.



William. Hi, how are you?



All right, good.

Have you met my wife, Pam?



- Hello, how are you?

- Hello, Bob Arthur.



I mean, isn't that supposed to be

the point of this great country of ours,



that everybody matters.



Not just the people at this party.



But perhaps more importantly,

those who can't afford to be here.



- Raymond. Sorry to interrupt.

- Excuse me.



- Bob. You know my daughter.

- Tom, I can't believe it.



Of course.

Jocelyn, good to see you again.



- Mark.

- Eleanor.



Raymond, your granddad would be

so goddamn proud of you.



Thank you, Mr. Whiting.



Raymond, this is J.B. Johnston,

from Manchurian Global.



- Hi. How are you?

- Pleasure.



And David Donovan,

their managing director.



And co-chair of

the U.S. International Policy Caucus.



Strong supporters, congressman.



They're desperate to be

of service to you, darling.



Thank you, Mother,

I think you've earned your fee.



Oh, no. My plucky idealist.



So, gentlemen, how's business?



Not bad, Raymond.

Business is not bad.



It could always be better.



Any better and you guys

are gonna have



more assets than

the European Union.



Don't we already?



Every great society,

every great civilization,



always anchored by a great navy.



- Congressman Shaw.

- Thanks very much.



Nice to see you, Bob.

Thanks for coming.






Ben Marco.



I know. Hello, captain.



How you doing?



- I need to talk to you.

- Okay.



Oh, my God, Raymond,

it's been so many years.



- And?

- And I've been married,



- I've been divorced.

- Yeah.



Well, you may have noticed

I've changed a bit myself.



No. No, that's not...

No, yes, I have noticed.



I see. It's great.




My feelings haven't, though.



Changed, I mean.



What feelings? What?



Jocelyn, I have never

stopped wondering



how things might have turned out

between us



- if my mother hadn't...

- Raymond.



Raymond, people can't just

rewrite their lives.



I haven't had a relationship...



...of any consequence

since we stopped seeing each other.



Doesn't that say something to you?



Yeah, that...



That you must be just about

the loneliest person on this earth.



Raymond, we were kids then. It must

have been, what,    years ago?



It was sweet, but...






Yeah. I have to go.






Best of luck with the campaign.



Thank you.






Sergeant Raymond Shaw.



I wanna talk to you too.



- Not now.

- Excuse me, sir.



I mean, I know you're busy,




- Don't touch me.

- I'm sorry.



I'm sorry, it's just that, well...



Don't ever touch me.



Hello, major.

Have you tried the Pad Thai?



I'm told it rules.



What were you hoping

Congressman Shaw would say?



I don't know, sir.



It's not so much what he said

or didn't say, it was more of his...



...attitude, his demeanor.



Are you taking your meds?



Lieutenant Colonel Howard,

with all due respect,



I've had over a dozen years

of experts telling me



that I have Gulf War Syndrome,

I have post-traumatic stress disorder



and every other mood disorder

that you can name.



In those    years,

I've been a good soldier.



And I've denied what

every nerve ending in my body



is telling me is more real than not.



I've had one dream,

not variations on a dream,



the same dream.

Night after night...



No. No. I'm sorry.



You're saying that an entire squad

of U.S. Army soldiers



was hypnotized into believing

that Raymond Shaw



deserved the Medal of Honor.



And that somehow,

thanks to your dream,



you're the only one

who knows the truth.



Major Marco, you will stay clear

of Congressman Shaw.



And you are to resume

your medication.



That is an order.



That will be all, major.



Somewhere right now, an

American soldier in the war on terror



is worried about his

family back home.



Somewhere right now,

in some small American town,



his grandmother is standing

in her kitchen.



She's got her medicine bottle

in one hand,



she's opening the refrigerator

with the other and she's thinking:



"I can pay for my medicine...



...or I can pay for my dinner.



I can't do both."



I don't believe that our mothers

and grandmothers



should have to face that kind of

decision, not in this country.



I don't believe that the brave men

and women of our armed forces,



risking their lives overseas,

should have to worry



about their families back here

in America.



You see, there are some gaps

in this country...



...deep chasms

that we need to bridge.



The gap between rich and poor,



between government

and the people,



between true security

and the notion of feeling safe.



Second floor, room three,

end of hall.



Between what is real...



Don't you just love this guy?



And what is not.



Tough choices are an unavoidable

element of leadership,



I would just urge the governor

to remember that



the primary responsibility

of government...



Al Melvin.



Al, it's Ben Marco.

Are you in there?



Fox is in the henhouse.






Weasel is...



The weasel is a weasel.



Sir, I'll be right outside.






I'll be right outside, sir.



I know.



- Good night.

- Good night, sir.



- Shall I get that for you, sir?

- No.



- Good night, sir.

- Good night.



You have    seconds, Mother.



Am I that predictable?



You have no idea.



I'm calling to compliment you,

Mr. Grumpy.



I thought you were

magnificent tonight.



And so did all the network

campaign experts.



And that compassionate

vigilance thing



is working quite well for you.



- I might have to convert.

- I happen to believe in it.



Oh, yes, of course you do.



- Now, Raymond...

- Good night, Mother.



Raymond? What? No, wait, wait.



- Hang on a second.

- What? Raymond?



Are you there?






Sergeant Shaw?



Who is this?



- Sergeant Raymond Shaw?

- Yes.



Raymond Prentiss Shaw?









Go to the bedroom of your suite.



Enter the hallway there.



Go to the end and open the closet.



Yes, thank you.



- Hello, Raymond.

- Hello.



Do you remember me?



No, sir, I don't.



Brilliant. We've got    minutes

for our little checkup



from the neck up, gentlemen,

so if we could take his jacket.



Please sit down.



No, Mr. Villalobos, I'm just...

The Army's got me gathering



information on stress disorders,

so I'm just...


            know, just running statistics,

trying to find out about my old team...



Well, listen. Mr. Wilson,



when Nathan came home,

was he preoccupied with Kuwait?



I mean, did he have nightmares

or bad dreams



about the firefight over there?



You'll feel a little cold

as this anesthetic gel goes on.



Probe sheath...



...and probe.



Please relax.

Are you relaxed, Raymond?



Yes, sir.



Now, Raymond, I am going to drill

a tiny hole in the skull,



which will allow delivery

of the new implant.



So, what you'll feel is a little

discomfort in the form of pressure



and also a loud vibrating noise

in your head,



all of which, of course,

is completely normal.



Thank you.



Of course, as soon as this

or any task is completed,



you will already have forgotten

that it ever actually took place.



Probe going in now.









Releasing implant.



There. That wasn't so bad,

was it, Raymond?



No, sir.



That's good. No decay, no slippage.



Everything seems to be

in flawless working condition.



Now, Raymond.



Can you remember the deaths

of Private Baker and Private Ingram?



Yes, sir.



Good. Can you describe them

for me, please?



We're on a routine recon

inside Iraqi-controlled terrain,



assessing troop strength.



"We're on a routine recon

inside Iraqi-controlled terrain,



assessing troop strength."



The mission ends without incident.

We're heading back...



"Toward the command.

The night is clear. Stars..."



The night is clear.

Stars, but no moon.



The patrol is ambushed.



We're engaged unexpectedly by

ground forces with helicopter support.



RPG incoming, mortar fire.






Captain Marco

is knocked unconscious.



In the ensuing firefight, Eddie Ingram

gets himself separated to the left.



Baker goes after him.



An incoming mortar shell

kills them both instantly



before I am able to locate and

eliminate the source of the ordnance.



Captain. Captain Marco.



Help me.



Pardon me. Is this seat taken?



I see the captain enjoys

the road less traveled.



Paper or plastic?



Oh, come on.

From the grocery store.



You know, at the checkout stand.

Paper or plastic girl, that's me.



"Paper or plastic, sir?"



I see you there all the time.



Bennett Marco.

Checks from First National Bank.



Romance novels, instant noodles,

NoDoz and tomatoes.



So anyway, I'm on vacation.



Holiday in the Big Apple

and all of that.



And I saw you sitting here

and I said, "Hey,



why not reach out

and touch someone?"



So, what, I suppose

you're heading to New York City.



Yeah, yeah, I'm... Yeah.



Business? Pleasure? Both?



Well, I'm just... I got an old friend

up there, an old Army friend that...



Well, he's in politics now

and I'm just gonna



catch up on old times with him.



I'm sorry, you said your name was...?






What do your friends call you?



My friends, they call me Rosie.



- Rosie?

- Yeah, see, my full name is



Eugenie Rose.

I like the Rosie part better.



Eugenie is, well...






Yeah, but still, when I asked you

your name, you didn't say...



What did you say?

You said Eugenie.



Yeah, well...



...maybe I was feeling fragile

at the time.



Are you okay?



Excuse me.



Hello, captain.



Do you remember me?






Hey. I'm gonna get a cab.

You want me to drop you somewhere?



No, I'm okay.



Okay. So your friend's

gonna meet you here, then?






All right.



El Dorado      .



It's my cell phone number,

in case you ever... You know.



I like to say it the old-fashioned way.



Can you remember or should I write it

on your chest with a Sharpie?



- I'll remember.

- Okay.



Hey, you're kind of...



You need somewhere to go

to freshen up?



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Manchurian Global



of grossly overpricing plasma

and other critical medical supplies



during the recent

Indonesian incursion,



even as the company secured

a half-billion-dollar no-bid contract



to provide combat support services

to American soldiers



preparing to mobilize in Sri Lanka.



There you go.



Come on in.



This is my cousin's apartment.



- Is she here?

- No.



Be it ever so humble.



No place like home, right?



Believe it or not, there's a view.



Go to the fire escape

and tilt your head up,



you can almost see a tree.



- Can I get you something to drink?

- No, I'm fine.



I've got some dieter's tea.



It's great for your metabolism,

if you're into that.



Or some tomato juice. No? All right.






...some water?



- No, thank you.

- I'm sorry.



I'm nervous.

I yak when I get nervous.



Where is she, your cousin?



She's on tour with Dreamgirls.



Hey, are you okay?






Look, I'm sorry about

what happened earlier.



You don't have to apologize to me.



I'll make you some tea.



Jesus. Where's the lemon? Okay.



- You okay in there?

- Yeah, I'm fine.



You know, I left you some towels

in there, did you see them?



- What was that?

- Dropped my bag.






Are you okay in there?



Earth to Ben.






- You sure everything's all right?

- Yes.


















What are you doing?



Did you see that?



What I had in my hand.



I wasn't hallucinating, Delp.

I held it in my hand.



That's what they all say, Marco.



Some wicked shit got sprayed

on you guys during Desert Storm.



Besides all the depleted uranium,

I mean.



I personally know of

a couple of Rangers



who swear that they see only

in tertiary colors now,



- Delp.

- And can pick up sports talk radio



in their cortical block if they get

too close to a Con-Ed transformer.



It's not Gulf War Syndrome.



The Army did try this

tiny, implantable ID thing.



You could imbed it under the skin,

then scan it like a bar code



for medical emergency information:



Blood type, DNA.



Well, the Army never put one in me.



That you know of, man.



That you know of.



U.S. Planes bombed selected sites

in Guinea today, acting on intelligence



that the African nation's military

regime had secretly resumed



its chemical weapons program.



The secretary of defense declined

to comment on the attack,



saying only that the mission

was successful,



targets acquired, that all American

personnel involved here



- were home safe and sound.

- Striking transportation workers...



My dreams seem more real to me



than what I actually remember

happening over there. It's like...



It's like somewhere along the line

I got brainwashed or something and...



I'm just, like, all scrambled up.



We have all been

brainwashed, Marco.



As for somebody

imbedding electric probes



and computer chips in your brain

to make you do things,



it's horseshit, man.



A little electroshock...



...and sleep deprivation will do

the trick for a fraction of the price.



Ask the Uzbeks.



What about my dreams?



What if all this is your dream...



...and you are really

still back in Kuwait?



- Thanks for coming out. Thank you.

- Congressman!



- Congressman!

- Congressman!



Congressman! Congressman!

Why do you and Governor Arthur



oppose deploying troops

into Indonesia?



Well, Governor Arthur and I believe



we can't clean up the world

with dirty hands.



Sergeant Shaw!



Do you ever dream about Kuwait?



Captain Marco.



It's okay. It's okay.



Nice to see you, sir.



Good evening.

It's good to see you too.



Why did you ask me about Kuwait?



I didn't.

I asked you about your dreams.



- Thank you, Lily.

- Congressman Shaw, I'm sorry.



They wanna know if you can do

an interview with Larry King at  ?



- No, no.

- No to the interview or no to  ?



No. He wants to talk

about my mother. No.



- Everything under control, P.J.?

- Hello, sir.



Good to see you.



So, captain, what can I do for you?



I just need a few minutes

of your time.



Congressman Shaw,

a moment, please?



Private time.



Unfortunately, this is as private

as it gets for me now.



- I understand.

- He's all right, Will.



- Come on in.

- Thank you, thank you.



- Hey, George.

- There are these dreams



that some of the men

from our unit have been having.



Including you?





           's more of a question

of what actually happened



the night that our patrol

got attacked.



That's easy. We're on a routine recon

inside Iraqi-controlled terrain.



The patrol is ambushed.

RPG incoming, mortar fire.



- You're knocked...

- Unconscious. Exactly the way...



Not to cut you off, but I mean,

exactly the way that I remember it.



But I dreamed something else.



Am I in your dreams, captain?



Yes, you are, congressman.



Saving everybody?



It's a whole lot more complicated

than that. Now, Corporal Melvin,



he's been drawing these pictures

and he wrote down what he dreams.



- Maybe if you just...

- I don't have dreams, captain.



At all? You don't dream at all?

Everybody dreams, right? I mean...



Look, captain, I'd like to help you,

I would, I really would,



but I think you ought to

see somebody.



- Somebody who specializes in...

- I've been to doctors.



Well, good, that's very good,



because they can probably

help you out a lot more than I can.



- I don't know, but...

- Take care, captain.



- Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

- Thanks for coming by.



I'm not crazy, Shaw.






- Ben. Are you hungry?

- Starving.



Well, it depends on the demographic.



Excuse me.



- I killed Baker?

- Well, it's a dream.



I mean, it could mean

something else.



It could mean I'm supposed

to think you did.



No, I killed the enemy.

I didn't know them either, so...


            was okay.



And anyway, I remember what we did

in Kuwait. I remember it perfectly.



I just...



...don't remember actually doing it.



Maybe you didn't do it.






What a thought.






Life is so bizarre, isn't it?



Which part?



I don't know.

What you saw downstairs.



This campaign. Politics.

My whole public life and persona.



I mean, posing and grinning

like a goddamn sock puppet,



shaking hands with total strangers

who must be completely blind



if they can't see

what I am at the core.



What my mother has made me.

A Prentiss.



Ferociously a Prentiss.



- But not a Shaw. No, sir.

- I see.



- But not a Shaw. No, sir.

- I see.



No, you don't.



You can't.



I was    years old

before I had a friend.



Worse, a girlfriend. Well, you know,

from my point of view, anyway.



A friend outside of my mother's circle

of approved encounters



and she...





God only knows what she told

Jocelyn to chase her away.



Precipitating my sole act

of rebellion:



Storming off...



...and enlisting in the Army.



But after the war...



...I came back to her.



Why did you come back?

What happened?



Weren't you listening?



Mother happened.



You know, the truth is I hate it.



I've always despised the Medal.



The cloying adulation

of the little people.



It's certainly...



...nothing for you

to be jealous of, major.



I'm not jealous.



I don't have the dreams, Ben.



How could you not remember

saving our unit?



I do. I said I did.



No, no, you didn't. You said

that you didn't remember doing it.



That's what you just said

a couple minutes ago.



When I think about that night...


           's as if I know what will happen.



The thing is, I never seem

to get to the point



where I feel that it actually

does happen.



But I'm sure that's perfectly normal.



Okay. Well, have you discussed this

with anyone? These discrepancies?



Who would I share that with?



My old Army buddies

who love and adore me



for saving their

pathetically unimportant,



present company excluded, asses?



You could discuss it

with Army intelligence.



You could go down there.

I mean, I could go with you



and discuss it and you can tell them

what you remember,



what you don't remember,

and they could...


            some tests.



Yeah, tests. Boy.



The press would have

a field day with that.



Somebody put an implant inside me.

I found it this morning.



I've got the hole in my back

if you wanna take a look at it.



And I got a good feeling

they put one in you too.



Nobody has put anything

in me, Ben.



Let's prove it.

Why don't, you know...



- We'll go get an x-ray...

- Look, Ben,



I wanna be supportive of you. I do.



But don't you think this could wait

till after the election?



Why? For what?



- What are you scared of?

- I'm not afraid of anything.



- Then why don't we just prove it...

- Know what? I think you should leave.



- I'm sorry, I really...

- Listen.



Somebody got into our heads

with big steel-toe boots,



cable cutters and a chainsaw

and they went to town.



Neurons got... Got...

Got exposed and circuits got rewired.



Our brain cells got

obliterated, Raymond.






You need to get help, Ben.



What are you doing? Ben!



Stop! Stop!



Inside! Inside!






He bit him. He bit him.



Get him out of here.



Are you okay, sir?



- Leave me alone.

- Sir, we should...



Get out!



We fished him out of

the Potomac River



about  :   yesterday afternoon.



What were you doing

in Al Melvin's apartment?



I went to talk to him.

He wasn't home.



Talk about what? Dreams?



Interesting stuff.



Yeah, there's hundreds

of those in his place.



You should have your people

check it out.



Oh, we'll get on that right away.



Colonel Garret was kind enough

to show us the file on you, Marco.



You are the real deal, aren't you?



Special Forces. Rangers. Delta.



I wanted to talk to Corporal Melvin



to ask him some

unanswered questions about...



...our reconnaissance

in Kuwait back in '  .



- He wasn't home.

- Right. He wasn't there.



So, what, you thought it was okay

to just break in and wait for him?



I didn't kill him,

if that's where you're headed.



Nobody said you did.



Maybe he committed suicide.



What's your obsession

with Raymond Shaw?



I'm not obsessed

with Raymond Shaw.



The man of his dreams.



You may want to ask

your medical examiners



to check Melvin's back.



It's under the skin

just shy of the scapula.



They may find a implant.



Just under the skin, left side.



If they don't look real hard,

they won't find it.



They could sing that while

they're looking for it if they like.



- Implants.

- That's what I said.






Yeah, but judging from

your file here, apparently,



you don't know your shit

from your oatmeal, my friend.



Excuse me. This is unnecessary.



You got a problem?



Psycho? You look a little angry.



Maybe you wanna hit me?

Go ahead, you can do it.



- Hey!

- For God's sake, Ben...



He hit me.



And you wanna help him?



No. That would be political suicide.

Of course not.



I want you to help him.



I can't even imagine why.



Mother, I can assure you, I am as

uncomfortable asking you to do this



as you are being asked.



My campaign people are getting

a restraining order against him.



He's going on every security watch list,

but I won't lock him up.



- I'm not pressing charges.

- What?



I don't know, it's just...



I don't wanna talk

about this right now.



Can we get back to the campaign

and focus on something...



Raymond, you don't actually

believe his story?






But he does.



And he's a fine soldier.



And if his slim hold

on sanity requires



that I tolerate his delusions

until he can get help, I'll do it.



It doesn't diminish me.



I'm not afraid of him.






How much do you actually know

about your friend?



Oh, that's sad.



Poor little tin soldier.



Mother, please.



Well, just imagine how terrified

your people were yesterday



when Major Marco showed up

at campaign headquarters



and you invite...



My God, you invited him in.



With all they know about him.



I know him.



I served under him.

He was a good man.



Well, that's what the neighbors

always say about serial killers.



You're out of here.

Shaw won't press charges.



Someone from

Senator Eleanor Shaw's office called



and intervened on your behalf.



Major, you've reached the terminal end

of the Army's patience.



You're relieved of duty,

effective immediately.



Yes, sir.






there is a young neurologist

at Walter Reed. His name is Zahn.



He's had real success

with Gulf War Syndrome.



You are instructed to get

your affairs in order



and report to him

first thing Monday morning.



I thought you said you lost it.



I bit a guy. I found another one.



These are not supposed to exist.



These are only theoretical.



So, what does it do?



- I don't know.

- You don't know?



I don't know.



I don't wanna know.

You don't wanna know.



Look, it's out of you

and you are still alive.



That's the good news.



What's the bad news?



Maybe they know you're here.



You said the Army implants,

they were for



emergency medical data, right?



The ones they publicized were.



There was a parallel project

for all kinds of scary implantables.



The Clinton watchdogs finally

freaked out about it, closed down.



Parallel project?



How did you know about that?



Manchurian Global funded me

to make some of their scary shit.



Heard of them?



Lmagine not just

a corporation, Marco,



but a goddamn geopolitical

extension of policy



for every president since Nixon.



Cash is king, Marco.



Cash is king.



You sure you wanna do this?






Because I don't.



I'll owe you one.






I still owe you.



For getting me out of Albania.






What are you doing?



In case I forget things

I wanna remember.



I'm putting you on a cocktail

of methohexitol to take the edge off.



The edge off of what?



Getting clarity.

Or whatever you wanna call it.



ECT not being

the precise science that, say,



leeching is.



You don't think

this is gonna work?



It's a desperation move, man.



But, hey, there is a school

of thought that says



a victim of induced abreaction...



Here it comes.



The night is clear.

Stars, but no moon.



The patrol is ambushed.



We were on a routine recon

inside Iraqi-controlled terrain,



assessing troop strength...



Captain Marco was

knocked unconscious.



In the ensuing firefight, Eddie Ingram

gets himself separated to the left.



Baker goes after him.



Hello, captain.



Before Sergeant Shaw

is able to locate...



Eddie Ingram gets himself

separated to the left.



Did you go blank on me again?



He said this would happen.






Your German friend.

Your friend.






He said it'd be like

a computer system crash.



That your brain would shut down,

but it would reboot again



and you'd forget all your RAM.



Or most of your RAM.



Do you remember me?



Do you remember me?









How did I get here?



You called me.



Where am I?



- Planning a suicide bombing.



The Mile High City has suffered

a series of brutal attacks



during the past several months.



Senator Eleanor Prentiss Shaw,

does it bother you at all



that your son repudiates

so many of your more



- controversial policies?

- No. He's his own person.



Raymond and I may disagree

on certain issues,



but I think we share

the same fundamental vision



of what this country can be.



- Which is?

- Better.



Better and better.



Safer, braver, stronger.



A beacon of freedom

in a world troubled by shadows.



America must prevail.



The future and survival

of modern civilization,



democracy, freedom,

all depend upon it.



So your son, Congressman Shaw...






I was in the park on Friday?



We were in the park on Monday.






- Yep.

- Monday.



We were flying low.

It's, like, over the ocean, and just...



A field hospital.



And they took us up to this place.



- Where? Military?

- I don't know. I don't know.



Just state-of-the-art stuff everywhere.



Stainless steel and wires

and tubes and monitors.



- Were you tortured?

- No. Yeah.



I mean, there was pain.

You know, it was like...



I don't know what they call it.



Invasive procedure.



For example?



Like what? What do you mean?






See, they were in my head...



...and they made me...



Well, Raymond Shaw,

they made him kill somebody.



Like it was nothing.



Private Robert Baker.



That's who it was, it was a private.



One of my soldiers.



I think they made me

kill somebody too.



A kid named Eddie Ingram.



Private Ingram, stand up.



Walk a few steps, please.



And if you could secure the door,

please, Chris.



Captain Marco.



Stand up.



- Raymond.

- Yes, sir.



There's a gun on the cupboard.



Would you please take it

and give it to Captain Marco.



Yes, sir.









Captain Marco,



please shoot Private Ingram.



Now, Raymond,



suffocate Private Baker.



Kill him.



Keep going, Raymond.



I knew the...

A soldier knows the enemy.



I'm in command.



That's primary, I know.



I thought I knew...



...who the enemy was.



My men, they trusted me

with their lives, you know?






Don't touch me.



Ben, the person that did this,

what was his name?



Can you remember?



Did he have a name?






Smile if you like.



This will just take a minute.



I see you there all the time.



Bennett Marco.

Checks from First National Bank.



Romance novels, instant noodles,

NoDoz and tomatoes.



Old friend up there,

an old Army friend that...



Well, he's in politics now...



What else did we talk about?



What happened to you

after you were captured?



Black helicopters,

secret laboratories...



...mad scientist, mind drugs...



...shock torture

and Raymond Shaw.



- You don't believe any of it, do you?

- It's crazy.



- It sounds crazy, doesn't it?

- It sounds crazy.



That's what they wanted

me to think too.



It's exactly what they want

you to think.



What about the other guys

from your unit?



Where are they?



They're all gone.

So-called natural causes.



Owens died of cancer in '  .



Villalobos' car crashed.



Atkins committed suicide.



Jameson died  /   Pentagon.



- Ben?

- Yeah?



- Did he have a name?

- Who?



The person that did this, Ben.



What was his name?

Can you remember?






- Yeah?

- Did he have a name?



You only have to look

at the enormous strides made



in the last decade

with the genetic reconfiguration



of the noble tomato.



What was happening was the tomato

was over-ripening in the process



and it was losing its flavor.



It's actually a very simple procedure

to deactivate the gene concerned.



And the same thing

can be applied to ourselves.



At a flick of a switch,



we can adjust character,



change personality.



And of course, more importantly...



...we can offset

the ravages of dementia



by implanting memory or adjusting

the synaptic connections.



We can free people

from the terrible burden



of an emotionally

compromised past.



- Watch where you're going!

- Sorry.



Watch where you're going!



Just back up! Just back up.



Watch it. Watch it. Shut up.



Take it easy, sir.



I called the Pentagon and they told me

he's on medical leave.



Secret Service, they got him on a

couple of their watch and observe lists.



I guess there's been some trouble

with this guy



involving Congressman Shaw.






Among the shareholders

in Manchurian Global,



were they to ever publish a list,

which they won't,



you would find former presidents,

deposed kings,



trust fund terrorists,

fallen Communist dictators,



ayatollahs, African warlords

and retired prime ministers.



- See what I mean?

- I get it. They're big. They're huge.



They're... They're...

They're gigantic.



I can't touch them. I get it.

I don't want to.



And you bring me rumors

and conjecture.



I started with nightmares.

Rumors, conjectures,



that's a giant leap forward.



Nightmares that you've interpreted

using as primary resources



A, your spotty memory,



B, the Internet,



sacred sanctuary of idiots and nutters.

That's how they're gonna look at this.



And C, a crazy man's notebook,



along with evidence you chewed

out of a man's back.



All neatly stitched together

with a common thread



of a supremely powerful,

well-connected private equity fund,



who, if you ever get

anywhere near them,



will plead ignorance

and be shocked.



Shocked to learn



what some of their subsidiary

partners are engaged in.



I could give a rat's ass

about Manchurian Global, sir.



I could give a rat's ass about them.



That is not why I'm here.



I looked you up too, senator.






You were in the Army.



I was drafted.



Didn't make much of a soldier,

I'm afraid. Let me see this.



That's not what I saw in the record.

That's not what the record says, sir.



And you know how it works.



Wars are fought

one battle at a time.



Battles, you win one bullet at a time.



And I'd be lying to you if I said



that I didn't factor in,

in a huge way,



the fact that you have

a vested, personal,



political and patriotic interest

in how all of this shakes out.



I'd be lying to you.



You're right, major.



I do.



A $    -a-plate dinner honoring

the CEO of Votron Incorporated,



the nation's third-largest producer of

the controversial touch-screen units



that will be used in the forthcoming

election, was disrupted last night,



when protestors disguised as

waiters and kitchen staff



unleashed a blizzard

of symbolic chants from above,



resulting in a momentary panic.



The supporters of presidential hopeful

Vice President Edward Nelson



fled to exits and dove under tables.



Security personnel quickly subdued

the protestors, one of whom...



The man is insane, Tom.



Full-blown schizophrenia.



He's been stalking Raymond,

the FBI is all over this already.



I've seen the files.



- Have you seen them?

- All over what?



Your bipolar war buddy

has been sharing his dreams



with Senator Jordan.



Hello, Raymond.



Hello, senator.

How's Jocelyn?



Have you fact-checked this

with anyone, Tom?






Do you recognize this man?






His name is Atticus Noyle.



He's a South African scientist

and mercenary.



Someone our CIA turned to



for covert mind warfare

against the Soviets in Afghanistan.



Someone who has sold

his technology and services



to terrorists and rogue states.



And what does he

have to do with me?



Major Bennett Marco

claims that this man...



...brainwashed you.



In his dreams.



Contrived to have you win

the Medal of Honor.



And has you poised to be the first

privately owned and operated



vice president of the United States.



Sir, I've already spoken

with Ben Marco.



Unfortunately, he's not a well man.



He's delusional.






he's pulled from his mad hat



some remarkably lucid connections



between his dreams

of your exploits in Kuwait



and this Dr. Noyle



and the private equity fund

Manchurian Global,



your mother's primary political

benefactor for the past    years.



Oh, come on, Tom.

They contribute to half the Senate.



Both sides of the aisle.



What are you saying?



At the time of Desert Storm,

Dr. Atticus Noyle



was working under a research grant

from Manchurian Global,



developing deep implant

behavior modification.



Oh, my God.



Rogue scientists, mind control,

Manchurian Global.



- You.

- Tom.



Connect the dots, Raymond.



Where was your famous

Lost Patrol



for those three missing days?



Eluding capture in the desert?

Or somewhere else,



being microwaved

by this Atticus Noyle?



- Oh, Tom.

- I'm sorry, senator,



but what exactly

are you suggesting I do?



Bow out gracefully.



Personal reasons,

an obscure illness.



Yield your spot on the ticket

and go into seclusion.



Oh, that's what this is about.



And then surrender yourself

to federal authorities.



Help them trace this thing

to its source



and address whatever damage

may have been done to you.



And I'll be waiting

for your press announcement



first thing in the morning.



- And then we'll talk.

- Tom.



If there's any inkling of truth

in any of these charges,



if anyone has ever harmed

a hair on his head,



I will find out about it.



You have    hours, senator.



But if it's not true,



I will see you impeached

on the floor of the Senate



and bury you.



Good night.



It's preposterous.



Idiotic story.



Mother, there's something

I have to tell you.






I've been having the dreams.



Ben said there were tests

they could run to see if...



No. Where are you going?



Sergeant Shaw.






Sergeant Raymond Shaw.



Mother, I...



Raymond Prentiss Shaw.









Good morning to you all,



and welcome to Amtrak's

northbound Acela,



making station stops

at Baltimore, Philadelphia,



Newark, New York's

Penn Station



and Boston as the last stop...



Who's that?



It's Raymond, sir.



Oh, don't do that.



You're gonna get

soaking wet, Raymond.






I came to apologize, sir.



Raymond, what are you doing?



- I'm sorry.

- We'll get some help for you, son.



It's not your fault, Raymond.

It's not your fault.



- I'm sorry, sir.

- It's your mother...









Oh, God. Daddy!






Raymond? What are you doing?!



What is going on?

What is happening?



Where's my father?



What are you doing?



Dad! Dad!



The five-term senator



and recent front-runner for his party's

vice presidential nomination



appears to have

accidentally drowned



when his kayak overturned near

his Chesapeake Bay weekend home.



Police say his daughter,

  -year-old Jocelyn,



may have been trying

to rescue Jordan



when she was herself overcome

by the icy water.



The bodies of Senator Jordan

and his daughter



were discovered this morning

by a crab fisherman



who spotted the capsized kayak

floating far offshore,



nearly a mile from

Senator Jordan's residence.



Neighbors say the senator was an

expert kayaker whose morning trips



were a familiar sight along

the western bank of the Bay.



Governor Arthur, do you have

any comment on this tragic event?



Senator Jordan was a statesman

of the highest integrity.



Tom Jordan was a friend.



A damn fine man.



Just a great American.



That's all for now. We'll have

something for you a little later.



They're the latest target of SEC

corruption probes,



but private equity fund

Manchurian Global confirmed today



it is continuing with plans to

finance privately owned combat units



to relieve beleaguered

U.S. Troop deployments worldwide.



It is a move that could save the

Defense Department billions of dollars.



How does Arthur die?



You know who I'm talking about,

the new president.



If he dies, Raymond Shaw becomes

the new president, doesn't he?



Chain of succession.

That's what you got in mind.



That's what you people wanna do.



You wanna really run the world,

don't you, Susie? Rosie?



Whatever the hell your name is. I got

my library card and I got your tapes.



I do my research too.

We're going to the feds,



we're going to the police,

the newspapers, whatever it takes.



I am the feds.



Now, get off me!



Get off of me!



We found...


            implant device...


            Al Melvin.



You found one in Melvin.



Just like you said.



I'm part of a shadow unit.

We've been watching you.



Trying to sort this thing out.



This isn't an election, this is a coup.



This is... In our own country,

a regime change, in our own country.



Ben, don't. Ben.



This is rich people, Manchurian Global

funding bad science



to put a sleeper in the White House,

and that's what's going on, Rosie.



- That's what's going on.

- I wanna believe you.



Well, then, believe me.

Help me. Help me.



Shoot me, then.

Help me or shoot me.



Make a decision.



Make a decision.



I made a decision

when I met you, Ben.



Now, why don't you show me

what you have in your file.



- Sir!

- Congressman!



Sir, do you have a statement

for us tonight?



- Was exceptionally clear

and simple.



A stronger, safer,

more profitable world



through uncorruptible

top-level management.



We trust you with our technology



and suddenly you turn him

into a common hit man.



How fucking dare you.

I trusted you with my son.



You didn't even ask us...



Don't lecture me! You swore to me

that this was fail-safe.



No leaks, no glitches, no...

No dreams.



Not even a shadow of what was done

to Raymond...



You needed to ask before you acted.

This is not a...



Tom Jordan was going to destroy

my son and everything I've worked for,



and every one of us along with it.

And you wanted me to what?



- Call a meeting?

- Now, look, look, look.



In the larger course of history...



...there are key players...



...and role players, senator.



Bullshit! This is about my son

and the future of this country.



I thought we understood each other.



I think we do. I think we really do.



- Your god is money.

- Oh, wait, wait, and yours is...?



No, no. I'm a believer.



I am an optimist.

I believe in the future.



And people who do,

the ones who make history



instead of just sitting around

watching it,



no, they're willing to take

the big risks.



Yes, I made a decision.



Oh, God! Where are

all the men anymore?



My father, Tyler Prentiss,

never asked,



"Is this okay? Is this okay?"



You know what I'm saying, Mark?



He just did what needed to be done.



Come on, rise and shine, New York.

It's a big day in the Big Apple.



That's right. All polls indicate

that New Yorkers will be turning out



in record numbers today

across the five boroughs



to select a new president.



At least, that's how the billboard

says it's supposed to happen.



The polls open at   a.m.



And bars and taverns in Manhattan,

Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx,



and Staten Island will be

opening shortly thereafter.



That's right, New Yorkers. We are

free to drink and vote all day today.



Thank you. Thank you.



Thanks for coming out.



Congressman, good luck.



- Hello.

- Hi.



- Hey. Thank you very much.

- The next vice president, sir.



I hope so.



- Let's have a win.

- We're with you. We're with you.



Thank you, Tony, take care.



Thank you.



Take care. Goodbye.

Thanks very much.



It's clean.



It's clean.



It's all right, Evan.



How's your back?



I've been having the dreams, Ben.



Oh, that's good.



They're inside my head.



We'll get them out. I got the proof.



I know what they did to us.

I just don't know why.



I dream things, Ben.



Terrible things that can't

possibly have happened.



- I'm gone, Ben...

- No, you're not, you're right here.






...there's something I want

you to have.



I don't deserve this.



Jocelyn's dead.



I know.



And the senator.






Did I...?



I think so, Raymond, yes.



I don't remember, Ben.

I don't remember.






...did they tell you what it is

they want you to do?



That's what I gotta find out.



We gotta find out what's gonna

happen, where it's gonna happen...



Are we friends, Ben?

I wanna believe we were friends.



We are connected and that's

something nobody can take from us.



You could've had me locked up,

but you didn't.



That's proof that there's something

deep inside.



There's a part that they can't get to.



And it's deep inside of us.

And that's where the truth is.



That's our only hope. That's what

you and me need to tap into,



and that's what you and I are gonna

use to take them out, Raymond.



We don't have much time. Please.



- I thought you were smarter than that.

- Raymond, please.



You don't think they saw this

coming, Ben?



You don't think they factored you in?



I am the enemy, Major Marco.



What are you talking about?



Yes, Mother.



Yes, he's right here.



- She wants you.

- Me?



Yes, senator.



- Is this Captain Marco?

- Yeah.



Captain Bennett Marco?






Bennett Ezekiel Marco.









Hurry up!



Major Marco?






- People can get together whenever

they want and not get in trouble.



People should be allowed to say

what is on their mind...



The Bill of Rights gives people...



Thank you.



The candidates made ritual trips

to the voting booths today.



Governor Arthur,

casting his ballot in North Platte,



will spend election night in the Big Apple

with running mate Raymond Shaw



for their anticipated victory party.



The presidential rival,

incumbent Vice President Nelson



returned to his home

in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.



He attended special church services

this morning...



- All clear.

- Raymond...



- Clear.




The bullet will strike Bob Arthur

the moment you step forward



and arrive on your star beside him.



Because the assassin...



...the deranged, obsessed...



...tragically paranoid lone gunman...


            trying to kill you.



Major Marco's

an excellent marksman.



But you must stay very, very still



and stand right where you're

supposed to stand.



What happens to Ben?



The assassin always dies, baby.



It's necessary for

the national healing.



I'm sure you will never entirely

comprehend this, darling.



But I want you to know, Raymond...



...I did this for you.



So that you could have

what I couldn't.



What your father threw away.



The opportunity to lead this nation.



- I know, Mother.

- And so I let them take you



and change you a little bit.



Not so much that you would notice,



but just enough to bring you back

to who you really are.



And to what you will become.



Oh, and look at you.



Look at you.

Look what you've achieved,



look how far we've come.

It's working, Raymond.



And you're going to save

our country now.



In the hour of her greatest need.



Yes, Mother.






But when you smile...



...oh, darling, when you smile,

that's what I live for.



When you smile.



Well, it's official.

CBS News now projects



Robert Arthur and Raymond Shaw

to be the next president



and vice president

of the United States.



With at least     electoral votes

and support of almost    percent



of votes tallied tonight.



Arthur and running mate

Raymond Shaw are leading



in all but one remaining race,



in the sitting vice president's

home state of Louisiana.



Wait, Jimmy. Jimmy, wait.



Wait. Go back.

Can you go back?






- Stop.

- Sure.



Now, can you zoom in on that guy?






No, no, Jimmy, the other one. The one

in the back. The one in the shades.



- This one?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.



Never mind. Thanks, Jimmy.



Arthur! That's right!



Arthur! Arthur!



- We did it. Wow.

- Yeah!



All right! Yes!



- Yes.

- Hi.



Thank you. Thank you.



Thank you.



Let's have a good show, people.

Let's have a really good show, okay?



Arthur! Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!



Cue screens.



Very good.



Stand by with the first music cue.



Now, music.






Damn it.

Shaw missed his first position.






Up there!









All right. Bye.



The FBI has just released

security footage



of the assassin of Raymond

and Eleanor Prentiss Shaw



entering the hotel two hours

before the fatal shooting.



Authorities have identified

the gunman as Klaus Bachmann.



Bachmann was believed to have been

killed in a car bomb explosion



in Chechnya four years ago.



He was employed there as a

covert operation specialist



by Global Endeavors,



a U.K. Subsidiary of the equity fund

giant Manchurian Global.



A second former Manchurian Global

civilian contractor



was taken into custody

by federal agents



at Chicago's O'Hare Airport

early this morning.



Laurence Tokar made news

during the Gulf War



for his presence on Raymond Shaw's

famed Lost Patrol.



Tokar was missing in action after

the ambush that resulted in Shaw



being awarded the

Congressional Medal of Honor.



Authorities are exploring additional

connections between the two men.



Still reeling from the recent tragic loss

of Senator Thomas Jordan,



Congress has already announced

a far-reaching investigation



into Jordan's death,



in an effort to learn if it is in any way

related to the Shaw assassinations.



In a supercharged encounter

moments ago, president-elect Arthur...



I remember running.



I had to...



...get out...


            where the sky was. And had to...



...get to the water.

Escape. Regroup.



Come back, get my men.



I thought that if I could just

get to the water...



...everything would be okay.



If I could just get to the water.



Now, when you're rescued

and returned with your patrol



to command headquarters,



what will be among the first

of your duties that you'll undertake?



I'll recommend Sergeant Shaw

for the Medal of Honor, sir.



He saved our lives.



He terminated the enemy.

Led us across the desert to safety.



Excellent. And there were casualties?



There's always casualties in war, sir.



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