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POL #1 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
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