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We're putting up Potowski next time.
Will you guys come out for him?
KENNY
Who else you got?
POL #2
There's Richardson. Good kid.
KENNY
Got the touch?
POL #2
Yeah. Still moldable, too.
KENNY
Everyone likes a good kid...
And like that, a congressional candidate is made... Kenny
accelerates, leaving the Pols behind. Suddenly, outside the
windows, the crowd swells forward with a collective ROAR.
CROWD
MR. PRESIDENT! PRESIDENT KENNEDY!
EXT. HOTEL - DAY
Kenny heads down the steps with New York Times Washington
Bureau Chief, SCOTTY RESTON. Anonymous, they weave their way
through the crowd for a police car on a side street.
RESTON
How's my favorite President?
KENNY
Busy. But you've got his heart.
RESTON
I want an hour with him.
KENNY
I said his heart, not his attention.
RESTON
Three weeks before midterm elections?
You need me.
KENNY
Well. There is a new civil rights
initiative he wants to talk about.
RESTON
I'm doing a piece on Skybolt. I hear
Macmillan's meeting with him in Nassau.
Kenny just sighs as they make their way up to the police car.
A Secret Service Agent opens the door for him, another is
behind the wheel.
KENNY
We're giving the Brits Polaris instead.
But a story'll just aggravate things.
Scotty stares at Kenny, determined. Kenny looks away. And
his eye catches a tall, willowy BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. She is
talking, excited, embarrassed, to two more SECRET SERVICE
AGENTS. What they're saying is lost in the noise.
Scotty follows Kenny's gaze. Then the two men share a look,
a silent understanding. Kenny glances at the Secret Service
guy holding the car door, tilts his head at the woman.
KENNY (CONT'D)
Not today. He's got tight schedule.
The Agent nods, heads for the other Agents and the Beautiful
Woman. Scotty acts like nothing has happened.
RESTON
Pretending there isn't a problem won't
fix it. He can clear the air on Anglo
American relations.
KENNY
Forget it, Scotty.
RESTON
Let him talk to me, he makes Macmillan
look good, I print it, the British
public likes it, Macmillan owes you.
The formula's exactly what Kenny wants to hear. He pretends
to consider, pretends to cave as he gets in the car.
KENNY
All right, you're in. Half hour.
Reston's won. But so has Kenny, and he's made Scotty feel
tough in the bargain. People like Kenny.
INT. POLICE CAR - DAY
In the back seat, Kenny stares out the window at the parade
goers. The Secret Service Agents leave the Woman.
Disappointed, the Woman turns and vanishes into the crowd.
It's an eerie moment. Something troubles Kenny, and he
glances up at the sky. A premonition. But it's a clear,
clear blue. A day like this, all is right with the world...
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. NPIC - NIGHT
Six Interpreters huddle around IMAGES on a light table. One
of them shoulders his way into the group and THUMPS a black
BINDER on the table. There are grim nods of agreement.
The book is open to a PICTURE of an SS-4 BALLISTIC MISSILE.
A photo from Moscow Mayday parade. An icon of the nuclear
age escorted like some devil-god to a holocaust...
END MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE
EXT. THE WHITE HOUSE - DAY
The White House casts long shadows this gorgeous October
morning. Blue sky; the first flash of color in the trees.
SUPER: TUESDAY, OCTOBER 16TH, 1962. DAY 1.
INT. KENNY'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Briefcase and coat in hand, Kenny enters his office - and
finds THREE MEN. Standing there. Thin-haired, bespectacled,
academic-looking MCGEORGE BUNDY, 43, the National Security
Advisor. The two men in the background: PHOTO INTERPRETERS.
Kenny hangs up his coat, sees the Interpreters' large black
display cases. And suddenly the world is slightly off
kilter.
KENNY
Hey, Mac. You're up bright and early.
BUNDY
No, Ken. I need to see him now...
INT. WHITE HOUSE - RESIDENTIAL FLOOR - DAY
Kenny emerges from the elevator with Bundy. They head down
the long, posh 3rd floor hall, the Presidential Detail
guarding the doors at the end. But the familiar route feels
strange, and lasting an eternity. Kenny eyes the package
under Bundy's arm, its TOP SECRET stamp visible.
KENNY
Morning, Floyd.
SECRET SERVICE AGENT
Good morning, Mr. O'Donnell. Mr. Bundy.
The Agent opens the door. Bundy pauses, Kenny with him.
KENNY
What's it about?
BUNDY
Cuba.
Bundy is tense. But Kenny relaxes.
KENNY
Just Cuba? Okay, I got work to do, see
you guys downstairs.
INT. KENNY'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Kenny's office is a raging beehive of activity. Kenny works
the phone as ASSISTANTS come and go with files.
KENNY
(to phone, scary calm)
Listen to me, you worthless piece of
disloyal shit. You will pull Daly's man
on the circuit. You owe your goddamn
job to this administration.
(beat, listening)
There is a word you need to learn. It
is the only word in politics. Loyalty.
LOYALTY you motherfucking piece of shit!
As Kenny THROWS the phone down at the receiver, and the
PRIVATE DOOR to the Oval Office suddenly opens. Kenny
glances up. President Kennedy stands there in the doorway.
Kenny thinks he's reacting to the tirade.
KENNY (CONT'D)
What're you looking at? This isn't the
blessed order of St. Mary the Meek.
Kenny stops.
KENNY (CONT'D)
Excuse us.
The Assistants leave, shutting the door after them. Kenny
rises.
THE PRESIDENT
I think you should come in here.
Kenny starts for the door.
THE PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
Still think Cuba isn't important?
KENNY
Not as far as the election goes.
The President lets Kenny by into...
INT. OVAL OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
WE ENTER from a different angle than we usually enter in
movies: through the side door. The President's ornate desk
sits on the right, windows looking out on the Rose Garden
behind it. Kenny's gaze swivels to:
THE OTHER END OF THE ROOM where the Interpreters, their
crewcut chief, ARTHUR LUNDAHL, 50's, and Bundy stare at him.
They're surrounded by PRESENTATION BOARDS propped up around
the fireplace. The President's rocking chair and sofas.
THE PRESIDENT
You used to look down a bomb sight for a
living, Ken. What do you see?
In eerie silence, as all eyes follow him, Kenny makes his way
among the presentation boards with the U-2 imagery, stops in
front of the picture of the six canvas-covered objects. It
unleashes a wave of memories.
KENNY
We hit a Nazi buzz bomb field in '45.
(beat, incredulous)
It looks like a rocket base...
He puts his hand out to touch the image, then turns and looks
to the President, knowing what they must be.
BUNDY
On Sunday morning, one of our U-2s took
these pictures. The Soviets are putting
medium range ballistic missiles into
Cuba.
Shock. Silence. Kenny glances to the other men.
LUNDAHL
They appear to be the SS-4: range of a
thousand miles, three-megaton nuclear
warhead.
KENNY
Jesus Christ in Heaven...
INT. WHITE HOUSE OPERATOR'S CENTER - DAY
A bank of WHITE HOUSE OPERATORS work the switchboard, fingers
flying, voices overlapping in a babble of:
VARIOUS OPERATORS
Please hold for the White House...Mr.
O'Donnell for Secretary McNamara...
White House Operator... please hold...
INT. KENNY'S OFFICE - DAY
Kenny carries the phone with him as he paces hard from his
desk to his window.
KENNY
The principals are assembling in an
hour. See you then.
Kenny hangs up. The President enters. A beat. And in that
beat, there's a void. The two men are off their emotional
stride, trying to grope their way out of shock.
THE PRESIDENT
Where's Bobby?
Kenny nods, acknowledging the feeling
KENNY
Should be here any minute.
THE PRESIDENT
Good.
And we glimpse the chemistry of these guys by Bobby's
absence. It's like they're missing their third wheel.
THE PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
Good.
BOBBY (O.S.)
Where the hell are you?
The President and Kenny hear him out in the hall. And the
tension goes out of them instantly.
THE PRESIDENT
In here!
They turn to the door as BOBBY KENNEDY, 37, the President's
younger brother/Attorney General, enters. Bobby shuts the
door behind him, falls into Kenny's chair, and clearly
grappling with his own disbelief, is hushed.
BOBBY
Jesus Christ, guys. What the hell's
Khruschev thinking?
THE PRESIDENT
Did you have any indication of this from
Georgi? Any possible warning or sense
of motivation?
BOBBY
(shaking his head)
Complete snowjob. And then we went out
and told the country they weren't
putting missiles into Cuba.
(beat)
By the way, you realize we just lost the
midterms.
KENNY
Who gives a shit about the midterms now?
The Soviets are putting nuclear weapons
ninety miles away from us.
BOBBY
You mean there's something more
important than votes? Didn't think I'd
live to see the day, Ken.
The President paces away, grim.
KENNY
Jesus. I feel like we've caught the Jap
carriers steaming for Pearl Harbor.
INT. WEST WING HALLWAY - DAY
The President strides down the plush hallway, Bobby and Kenny
flanking him. Unconsciously, all three men assume the same
gait: confident, powerful, no longer disoriented.
And before our eyes, the three men's game faces appear, and
they become the hard-ass leaders of the United States.
Secret Service Agents throw open the massive double doors to
the Cabinet Room.
INT. CABINET ROOM - CONTINUOUS
And they enter. The group of men at the long, ornate
Roosevelt-era table, rise as one.
GROUP
Good morning, Mr. President.
THE PRESIDENT
Good morning, gentlemen.
And the doors close on the eighteen men of EXCOM: The
Executive Committee of the National Security Council. They
are the legendary "Best and Brightest."
The President makes his way down the line: shakes hands with
Secretary of State DEAN RUSK, 53, distinguished, with a soft,
Georgian accent, a distant reserve.
THE PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
Dean, good morning.
RUSK
Mr. President.
The President leans past him, grasps the hand of the
Secretary of Defense ROBERT MCNAMARA, 46, a gifted managerial
genius... the price of which is a cold, hard personality.
THE PRESIDENT
Bob. Bet you had a late night.
MCNAMARA
Sleep is for the weak, Mr. President.
OFF TO THE SIDE, Kenny greets Vice President LYNDON JOHNSON,
54, and ADLAI STEVENSON, 62, Representative to the U.N.,
intellectual, well-spoken.
KENNY
Lyndon. Adlai.
The silver-haired war hero and politically savvy Chairman of
The Joint Chiefs of Staff, GENERAL MAXWELL TAYLOR, 50s,
shakes the President's hand.
THE PRESIDENT
Max.
GENERAL TAYLOR
McCone's been notified and is coming
back from the West coast. Carter's
here, though.
He gestures to GENERAL MARSHALL CARTER, Deputy Chief of
Operations for the CIA. Carter nods to the President.
THE CAMERA PANS OVER THE OTHERS.
DOUGLAS DILLON, ex-banker, Secretary of the Treasury.
ROSWELL GILPATRIC, studious Deputy Secretary of Defense.
PAUL NITZE, 55, the detail-driven facts man, Assistant
Secretary of Defense.
GEORGE BALL, 50s, Undersecretary of State. Eloquent, a man
of conscience.
U. ALEXIS JOHNSON, Deputy Under Secretary of State.
EDWARD MARTIN, Assistant Secretary of State for Latin
America.
LLEWELLYN THOMPSON, laid back, rumpled Soviet Affairs
Advisor.
DON WILSON, Deputy Director of the USIA.
The President sits down at the center of the table, Rusk and
McNamara to either side, and the others resume their seats.
Bobby takes one of the over-stuffed chairs at the table.
Kenny finds one along the wall behind the President, under
the windows to the Rose Garden to TED SORENSEN, 30s, the
President's legal counsel and speech writer. They greet each
other coolly.
KENNY
Ted.
SORENSEN
Kenny.
The room falls silent. The President looks across the table
to GENERAL CARTER.
THE PRESIDENT
Okay. Let's have it.
GENERAL CARTER
Arthur Lundahl heads our photographic
interpretation division at CIA. I'll
let him and his boys take you through
what we've got. Arthur?
Lundahl, standing at the end of the room with briefing
boards, steps forward with a pointer.
LUNDAHL
Gentlemen, as most of you now know a U-2
over Cuba on Sunday morning took a
series of disturbing photographs.
SWINGING THE POINTER AT A BOARD SMASH CUTS US TO:
EXT. MISSILE SITE - LOS PALACIOS, CUBA - DAY
The sweltering Cuban countryside. Shouting SOVIET ROCKET
TROOPS, stripped to the waist, glistening with sweat, machete
a clearing under scattered, limp palm trees.
LUNDAHL (V.O.)
Our analysis at NPIC indicates the
Soviet Union has followed its
conventional weapons build-up in Cuba
with the introduction of surface-to
surface medium-range ballistic missiles,
or MRBMs. Our official estimate at this
time is that this missile system is the
SS-4 Sandal. We do not believe these
missiles are as yet operational.
A bulldozer TEARS through the undergrowth. FILLING THE
SCREEN. A 70-foot long MISSILE TRANSPORTER creeps along in
the bulldozer's wake like a vast hearse with its shrouded
cargo.
INT. CABINET ROOM - DAY
Lundahl raps his second board: a map of the United States,
Cuba visible in the lower corner. An ARC is drawn clearly
across the U.S., encompassing the entire Southeast.
LUNDAHL
IRONBARK reports the SS-4 can deliver a
3-megaton nuclear weapon 1000 miles. So
far we have identified 32 missiles
served by around 3400 men, undoubtedly
all Soviet personnel. Our cities and
military installations in the Southeast,
as far north as Washington, are in range
of these weapons, and in the event of a
launch, would only have five minutes of
warning.
GENERAL CARTER
Five minutes, gentlemen. Five minutes.
GENERAL TAYLOR
In those five minutes they could kill 80
million Americans and destroy a
significant number of our bomber bases,
degrading our retaliatory options. The
Joint Chiefs' consensus is that this is
a massively destabilizing move,
upsetting the nuclear balance.
The President stares at Lundahl, and beating out each word.
THE PRESIDENT
Arthur. Are. You. Sure?
Lundahl looks around the room. Everyone is hanging.
LUNDAHL
Yes, Mr. President. These are nuclear
missiles.
The men come to grips with their own fears, own anger.
BOBBY
How long until they're operational?
LUNDAHL
General Taylor can answer that question
better than I can.
General Taylor drops a memo on the table WHICH BECOMES:
EXT. FIELD TABLE - MISSILE SITE, CUBA - DAY
SCHEMATICS slapped down on a camp table. A group of Soviet
site ENGINEERS point and gesture as they study their ground
from a shaded hillock. CLEARING CREWS and SURVEYORS work and
sweat in the distance.
GENERAL TAYLOR (V.O.)
GMAIC estimates ten to fourteen days.
However, a crash program to ready the
missiles could cut that time.
INT. CABINET ROOM - DAY
Taylor sees the grim looks all around.
GENERAL TAYLOR
I have to stress that there may be more
missiles that we don't know about. We
need more U-2 coverage.
Kenny lets out his breath. He catches Bobby's eye. This is
unbelievable.
THE PRESIDENT
Is there any indication - anything at
all - that suggests they intend to use
these missiles in some sort of first
strike?
GENERAL CARTER