The Manchurian Candidate


Darkness.  A superimposed TITLE reads:


Headlights in the dark.  A U.S. Army troop truck emerges from the woods 
on a muddy dirt road and pulls up outside a decidedly non-Army, 
nondescript wooden building.  

At the wheel is stern, stolid, spoiled Staff Sergeant RAYMOND SHAW -- as 
young and handsome as he is wooden and priggish.  Beside him, reading a 
book, is an older man, Captain BENNET MARCO, an easy-going but 
intelligent officer.  Career army man Marco and rich kid Raymond 
aren't exactly friends -- for Raymond is constitutionally unable to 
make friends with anyone -- but war, like politics, makes strange 
bedfellows, and they have achieved an uneasy mutual respect.

After he watches Raymond anxiously jump out of the truck and hustle into 
the building, Marco smokes his cigarette and shakes his head a little 
sadly -- as if to say, "Poor Raymond" -- and resumes his reading.

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Raymond makes his way unsteadily down a HALLWAY lit by a few bare light 
bulbs in the ceiling.  This is not a place he visits often and he rather 
dislikes being here. Laughter and loud JAZZ music drift in from some 
unseen source.  A laughing soldier in an undershirt blunders out of a 
curtained bedroom and into the hall with a half-dressed Korean 
prostitute wrapped around him.  He kisses her as Raymond sidles past 
them with distaste.  

Raymond crosses to some sliding doors and slides them open to reveal the 
source of the laughter and music: a large, SMOKY ROOM full of American 
GIs and Korean hookers.  The GIs are the members of Raymond's patrol.  
A few of them play poker.  The rest sit/kiss/fondle/chat with their 
hired women.  Most everyone drinks beer and smokes cigarettes.  A 
portrait of General MacArthur (saluting, no less) hangs on the wall 
behind Raymond as he looks the place over in disgust.  In one corner of 
the room, an ugly dragon wearing an army helmet is labeled "Sarge" in 
honor of the much-despised Raymond.  Phrases like "Home Sweet Home" and 
"God Bless America" are written in chalk on the walls.
One of the girls approaches Raymond and takes his arm but he shrugs her 
off while pulling a whistle from his pocket. Raymond BLOWS the whistle 
and everyone looks up.  One KOREAN GIRL panics and tries to jump out of 
the lap of Corporal ALAN MELVIN, the patrol's only African-American.

                                KOREAN GIRL
                Joint raided!?

                No, no.  

ED MAVOLE, standing at the bar between two ladies, twists his undershirt 
in frustration.

                                ED MAVOLE
                It's just our Raymond.  Our 
                lovable Sergeant Shaw.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                All right, let's go, you men!  Come 

Universal GROANS and GRUMBLES greet the bad news.  The men reluctantly 
make ready to leave.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Let's go!

Madame GERTRUDE, sensing the imminent loss of clientele, approaches 

                Come on, Sarge.  Gertrude buy you 

Raymond brushes her off and exits. 

                                HOOKER #2
                What's a matter him?

                                ONE OF THE MEN
                I'm afraid our Saint Raymond, he 
                don't approve.

BOBBY LEMBECK, the patrol's youngest member at age sixteen, just got 
laid for the first time tonight and is in a sympathetic mood.

                Well, maybe he's got a girl back 
                home or somethin'.

Melvin puts on his boots.  His woman moves at once to lace them.

                Him?  Our Raymond?  Are you kidding?

One of the hookers reads an old issue of Movie Life magazine as SILVER, 
in a bathrobe, starts to leave.

                                ONE OF THE MEN
                Hey, Silver, how 'bout the robe?

                What do you mean my robe?  Get out 
                of here.

The room slowly begins to empty out.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


An almost moonless night.  The patrol picks its way through the jungle. 

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Later that night, CHUNJIN -- the tough-looking young Korean man who acts 
as the patrol's guide and interpreter -- worriedly peers ahead into the 
darkness.  He hears the far-off sounds of machine gun FIRE.  After a 
moment, he motions to some person or persons unknown in the woods behind 

Three uniformed figures saunter from out of those woods and SPLASH 
through the stream to join Chunjin:  Captain Marco, Sergeant Shaw, and 
Corporal Melvin.  All four men huddle low to the ground and keep careful 
watch for signs of the enemy while they quietly confer.  Machine gun
FIRE and the ROAR of low-flying planes punctuate their conversation.

                Bad here.

                How do you know?

                Chunjin born two miles from here, 

                So far, every place we've been in 
                Korea, this joker was born two miles 
                from it.

                        (to Chunjin, off the terrain)
                What's so bad about it?

                Tricky.  Swamp all around, thirty 
                yards up.  May be quicksand.

                Nobody said anything about 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Can't we go 'round it?

                        (to Raymond)
                No, Sergeant.

                        (to Chunjin)
                What's your personal advice?

                All walk in single line next two 
                hundred yards.

                Rejected.  Not tactical to travel 
                forward in a single line.

                Patrol sink.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Can't we go 'round it?

                No, Sergeant.

                        (to Chunjin)
                Never mind. 
                        (to Raymond)
                Okay. Pass the word.

Raymond rushes back to warn the others while Marco waves the patrol on.

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Moments later, the patrol travels forward in a single line, led by 
Chunjin.  As they cross a ridge -- silhouetted against the night sky -- 
two human forms rise up behind and in front of each man on the line.  
The forward form hits its man in the pit of the stomach with a rifle 
butt, while the rear man brings his down hard on the back of each man's  
head when the bodies double forward.  The entire line of men is knocked 
unconscious in one swift, silent action -- a model of its kind.  Without 
pause, each two-man team of attackers builds a litter out of their two 
rifles and carries the unconscious men away.  The attackers talk amongst 
themselves -- in Russian.  

A Soviet Army officer greets Chunjin and shakes his hand. Chunjin clasps 
the officer's shoulder warmly and, grimly satisfied, watches as the 
Russians depart with the patrol.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Not far away, a crack Russian Airborne unit awaits.  Marco, Raymond, 
Melvin and the other men are strapped aboard Soviet helicopters.  At the 
signal of a Russian officer, the choppers lift off and fly north, their 
thrashing blades a mere blur in the black night.

                                        FADE OUT

A mournful THEME plays over MAIN TITLES dominated by an image from a  
playing card: the Queen of Diamonds.

                                        FADE OUT


FADE IN, to the majestic beat of military MARCH MUSIC, on the surface of 
a big  bass drum -- decorated by the Great Seal of the United States 
of America: an eagle with an olive branch in one claw, arrows in the 
other, etc.  

We PULL BACK from this emblem -- which takes a pounding at the hands of 
the drummer -- to reveal a military band greeting the arrival of a 
United States Air Force plane as it taxis to a stop on a runway.  
Military policemen hold back a throng of onlookers who cheer, wave the
American flag, and carry signs that read things like "WELCOME HOME, 
HERO!"  Newsreel cameras record it all.  A deep-voiced, omniscient 
NARRATOR sets the scene.

                                NARRATOR (v.o.)
                This nation jealously guards its 
                highest award for valor, the 
                Congressional Medal of Honor.  In 
                the Korean War, with five million, 
                seven hundred and twenty thousand 
                personnel engaged, only 
                seventy-seven men were so honored.  
                One of these seventy-seven men was 
                Staff Sergeant Raymond Shaw. 

Raymond, in dress uniform, appears in the doorway of the plane and 
surveys the mob that greets him.  He doesn't like this any more than he 
enjoys clearing out Korean brothels.

                                NARRATOR (v.o.)
                Raymond Shaw was returned from 
                combat and flown directly to 
                Washington to be decorated 
                personally by the President of the 
                United States.  This is why his 
                presence, or the presence of any 
                Medal of Honor winner, is 
                sufficient to bring generals to 
                their feet saluting.  

Raymond watches with little enthusiasm as a handful of generals salute 
him. He returns the salute, steps down to the runway, and is greeted by 
the most decorated GENERAL.

                Congratulations, son. How do you 

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                Like Captain Idiot in Astounding 
                Science comics.

The general laughs and shakes Raymond's hand.  From behind a color guard 
carrying a huge American flag comes Raymond's obnoxious, image-conscious, 
power-hungry mother, MRS. ELEANOR ISELIN.  She's in a fur coat with a 
string of pearls and carrying an enormous purse but she might well be 
wearing track shoes given the speed at which she rushes to her son.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Hold it, General! Hold it, General! 
                Please! [?]

Mrs. Iselin drags her husband along behind her -- United States Senator 
JOHN YERKES ISELIN.  He's a demagogic, McCarthy-like, windbag senator 
from a state that shall remain nameless.  Also in tow are two aides who 
carry a large banner reading: JOHNNY ISELIN'S BOY!  They all rush over 
to Raymond and pose with him and the general for the benefit of the 
photographers and newsreel cameramen. The aides hold the banner over 
Raymond's head, much to his annoyance.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                Mother, what is this?  What are you 
                doing here?

Mrs. Iselin pulls a particular photographer into place to make sure he 
gets a good shot.  The photographer takes his picture and the reporters
quickly move in to ask questions as the Senator and Mrs. Iselin lead 
Raymond off the runway. Mrs. Iselin grins at the General as they leave 
him in their dust.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Thank you, General!

                Senator Iselin, how about a statement?  
                How does it feel to be the father of a  
                Medal of Honor winner?

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                He's not my father!

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (politely, to the reporters)
                The senator's Raymond's stepfather.  
                However, Raymond has always...

Senator Iselin quickly goes into his hypnotic, overly pompous spiel.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                I can only say that as one who has 
                devoted his life to the service of 
                his country...

As he rambles on, skillfully hogging the spotlight with his overblown 
oratory, Raymond and his mother quietly confer.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                You did this, Mother.  You organized 
                this disgusting three ring circus.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Darling!  You're a Medal of Honor 
                winner!  Incidentally, 
                congratulations.  I was going to 
                write you but we've been in the most 
                frightful mess the last few months.  
                I can't tell you.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                        (to the reporters)
                ...this moment above all others will 
                stand out as the proudest and most 
                prideful moment...

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (to the reporters)
                Let him through!  That's enough now!  
                That's enough, I said!  Let him 

They've reached a limousine just off the runway.  Senator Iselin puts 
his arm around the ever-unsmiling Raymond to allow the photographers a 
few parting shots.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                        (pleads, to Raymond)
                Say cheese.

The photographers CLICK away.  

                                MRS. ISELIN
                All right!  That's enough now!  
                That's enough!  Let the poor boy 
                through!  Please, let him through!

Mrs. Iselin hustles Raymond and the senator into the limo.

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Raymond, Mrs. Iselin and Senator Iselin squeeze into the back seat of 
the limo as the crowd mills around outside.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                What is the matter with you, Raymond?  
                We've gone to a good deal of trouble 

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                Arranged the parade for you and so 

A reporter shoves a microphone through the limo's open window.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                A parade!

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                        (to the mike-wielding reporter)
                Get that... get that out...

The mike is withdrawn.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                        (to Senator Iselin)
                Why, you publicity-seeking, 
                flag-simple boob.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Raymond, just because your parents, 
                and the entire country for that 
                matter, happens to be proud of 

The limo starts up and pulls away from the crowd.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                Who's kidding who, Mother?  Johnny's 
                up for re-election in November.  
                You've got it all figured out, 
                haven't you?  Johnny Iselin's boy, 
                Medal of Honor winner.  That should 
                get you another fifty thousand votes.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Raymond, I'm your mother. How can 
                you talk to me this way?  You know I 
                want nothing for myself, you know 
                that my entire life is devoted to 
                helping you...

                                RAYMOND SHAW 

                                MRS. ISELIN
                ...and to helping Johnny...  

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                Mother. Mother.

Raymond lowers his head and puts his hands over his ears.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                ... My boys.  My two little boys...

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                Stop it.  Stop it.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                ... That is all I have...

Raymond seems to melt under his mother's barrage of bullshit.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Later that same day.  A private plane owned by Senator Iselin sits on 
an airfield.  Raymond, Mrs. Iselin and the senator, having just come 
from the White House, emerge from a nearby helicopter and slowly cross 
to the plane.  As they do, the deep-voiced narrator fills us in on some 

                                NARRATOR (v.o.)
                On the afternoon of his arrival in 
                Washington, Raymond Shaw was 
                decorated at the White House by the 
                President of the United States.  His 
                citation -- attested to by his 
                commanding officer, Captain Bennet 
                Marco and the nine surviving members 
                of his patrol -- read in part:  
                "Displaying valor above and beyond 
                the call of duty, did singlehandedly 
                save the lives of nine members of 
                his patrol, capturing an enemy 
                machine gun nest, and taking out in 
                the process, a full company of enemy 
                infantry.  He then proceeded to lead 
                his patrol, which had been listed as 
                Missing in Action for three days, 
                back through the enemy lines to 

The helicopter takes off as the trio reach the plane and walk inside.

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Senator Iselin, enters, drops his coat and hat, grabs a pilot's cap 
from the wall and happily puts it on.  Mrs. Iselin and Raymond follow him 
aboard.  Raymond looks confused.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (off the plane)
                A gift.  From the Citizens for 
                Iselin Committee for his last 
                birthday.  It absolutely saved our 
                lives during the campaign.  You see, 
                this opens up into a double bed...

In ANOTHER SECTION of the plane, the Iselins continue to give Raymond 
the five cent tour.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                This is the press room.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                And this... 
                        (slaps the bar)
                This is my private office. 
                        (turns on some lights) 
                Anything to take the pain out of 
                campaigning.  Ha ha ha!  That's what 
                I always say.

Raymond wears his Medal of Honor around his neck.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                        (off his medal)
                May I take this thing off now, 

Raymond undoes the ribbon around his neck and pockets the medal.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Oh, Raymond.  What is the matter 
                with you?  You look as if your head 
                were going to come to a point in the 
                next thirteen seconds.  
                        (to Iselin)
                Johnny, fix him a drink or something. 

Senator Iselin nods obediently and starts fixing a drink or something.

                                MRS. ISELIN 
                        (to Raymond)
                Will you sit down, Raymond?  Relax.  
                We'll be home in less than two and a 
                half hours.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                I'm not going home with you, Mother.  
                I'm going to New York.

                                MRS. ISELIN

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                I've got a job on a newspaper.  
                Research assistant to Mr. Holborn 

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Holborn Gaines.  That Communist?!

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                He's not a Communist, Mother.  As a 
                matter of fact, he-he's a Republican.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                But the terrible things he's written 
                about Johnny!

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                He came to interview me at the White 
                House this morning.  Afterwards, I 
                asked him for a job.  He gave it to 
                me.  We discovered that we had a 
                great deal in common.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                What could you possibly have in 
                common with that dreadful old man?!

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                Well, for one thing, we discovered 
                that we both loathe and despise you 
                and Johnny.  And that's a beginning.

Raymond turns and stalks out of the plane.  A surprised Senator Iselin 
sets down the bottle in his hand.  A pissed Mrs. Iselin puts a cigarette 
in her mouth.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


A well-decorated Army Major's jacket is draped over a chair. Hardcover 
books are strewn carelessly about: Diseases of Horses; Joyce's Ulysses; 
Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls; Kafka's The Trial; Wall Street: 
Men and Money; Enemies of the State, etc.  On an end table, a clock 
reads ten past three sits next to an ashtray full of cigarette butts.

                                NARRATOR (v.o)
                The war in Korea was over.  Captain, 
                now Major, Bennet Marco had been 
                reassigned to Army Intelligence in 
                Washington.  It was, by and large, a 
                pleasant assignment, except for one 
                thing.  Night after night, the major 
                was plagued by the same reoccurring 

Marco lies asleep in bed, still in his day clothes.  His eyes flicker.  
His face glistens with sweat.  He fidgets and talks in his sleep.

                Stop it...  Stop it... 

He dreams...

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Marco's dream begins with him yawning and putting a cigarette in his 
mouth as the voice of an unseen woman speaks.

                                WOMAN'S VOICE
                Another modern discovery which we 
                owe to the hydrangea concerns the 
                influence of air drainage upon 
                plant climate...

Marco wears army fatigues.  We PAN RIGHT to reveal Raymond and young 
Bobby Lembeck also sitting beside him. The PAN continues, revealing the 
woman who speaks: a middle-aged lady in a flowered hat -- MRS. HENRY 
WHITTAKER.  Notes in hand, she delivers a deadly dull speech in a 
deadly dull voice to a meeting of the Spring Lake garden club.  The 
entire patrol sits -- docile, serene, and more than a little bored -- in 
a long line of chairs stretched across the hotel lobby, behind the 
centered table at which Mrs. Whittaker stands and speaks.  Marco sits on 
the end of the line at stage right, in the Mr. Bones position (as in an 
old time minstrel show).  Corporal Melvin is at stage left.  A lot of 
flowers in a sort of greenhouse-like setting are visible behind them.

                                MRS. WHITTAKER
                Many years ago, when I was traveling 
                about the country, I noticed 
                magnificent hydrangeas on the hills 
                where the air drainage was, er, 
                perfect.  And very poor specimens, or 
                perhaps none at all, in the valleys.            
                Formerly, we used to consider 
                sheltered valleys more favorable to 
                plants than hilltops...

The PAN reveals that to Melvin's left is a sign noting that the Spring 
Lake Hotel is hosting Mrs. Henry Whittaker's speech "Fun with 

                                MRS. WHITTAKER
                ... but the avoidance of late spring 
                and early autumn frost enjoyed by 
                sites with good air drainage where 
                the cold air can drain safely away 
                to lower levels gives the hills a 
                decided advantage.  

In the audience sit a mass of white, middle-class, little old ladies in 
paisley dresses and flowered hats.  The PAN continues around the lobby 
as the ladies listen intently, fuss over their flowers, sip tea, eat 
cake, smoke cigarettes through fancy holders, adjust bra straps, take 
notes, etc.

                                MRS. WHITTAKER
                Thus it was the hydrangeas that gave 
                the first pointer in another modern 
                discovery of horticultural 
                importance.  From this, it might 
                appear that the hydrangea is a 
                fairly simple plant but there are 
                more complications.  The cultivation 
                of hydrangeas was evolved from a 
                number of varieties originally 
                found in Japan, not all of which, 
                of course, have the same 
                characteristics.  Two of them do not 
                share the quality of producing blue 
                flowers in mineral rich soils.

The PAN returns to Marco.  To his right sits, of all people, Chunjin, 
dressed in a Chinese Army uniform, listening and taking notes.  We begin 
to get the idea that we are not really in New Jersey at a meeting of the 
garden club.  In fact, the entire scene is an illusion designed to 
disguise the true location...


At the centered table, the figure of Mrs. Henry Whittaker has been 
replaced by a chunky, bald-headed, smartly-dressed Chinese scientist 
named YEN LO who sips a glass of water. In place of the hotel lobby's 
flowers are seven foot tall lithographs of Stalin, Mao, and other 
Communist heroes. Yen Lo sets his water glass on the table and addresses 
an unseen audience.

                                YEN LO
                Allow me to introduce our American 
                visitors.  I must ask you to forgive 
                their somewhat lackadaisical manners 
                but I have conditioned them -- or 
                'brainwashed' them, which I 
                understand is the new American 

A REVERSE ANGLE reveals that Yen Lo addresses not a garden club but a 
tiered auditorium packed with Russian and Chinese officials.

                                YEN LO
                -- to believe that they are waiting 
                out a storm in the lobby of a small 
                hotel in New Jersey where a meeting 
                of the ladies' garden club is in 

From the patrol's POV, they do not see Yen Lo lecturing to the assembled 
officials.  They see Mrs. Whittaker lecturing to a lot of little old 

                                MRS. WHITTAKER
                You will notice that I have told 
                them they may smoke. 
                I've allowed my people to have a 
                little fun in the selection of 
                bizarre tobacco substitutes... 
                        (to Mavole) 
                Are you enjoying your cigarette, Ed?

A bored Ed Mavole isn't paying attention so Corporal Melvin must elbow 
him to get a response.

                                ED MAVOLE
                        (politely, to Mrs. Whittaker)
                Yes, ma'am.

Yen Lo turns to his audience of Russian and Chinese.

                                YEN LO
                        (to all)
                Yak dung! ...Oh, tastes good -- like 
                a cigarette should!

Lo and a few others laugh heartily.  Throughout the rest of Marco's 
dream, we CUT BACK AND FORTH between the reality of Yen Lo in Manchuria 
and the illusion of Mrs. Whittaker in New Jersey.  (And, occasionally, 
the two overlap so that Yen Lo stands in the hotel lobby or Mrs. 
Whittaker stands in the auditorium, etc.)

                                YEN LO
                Now then, Comrades...

                                MRS. WHITTAKER
                ...may I present the famous Raymond 

                                YEN LO
                ...the young man you've flown eight 
                thousand miles to this dreary spot 
                in Manchuria to see.  
                        (to Raymond)
                Raymond, pull your chair over here 
                by me, please.

Raymond pulls his chair next to the centered table and begins to deal an 
imaginary hand of solitaire on the table top.

                                YEN LO
                I am sure you've all heard the old 
                wives' tale that no hypnotized 
                subject may be forced to do that 
                which is repellent to his moral 
                nature.  Whatever that may be.  
                Nonsense, of course.  Oh, you 
                note-takers might set down a 
                reminder to consult Brenmen's 

Marco watches Raymond's hands as they mime a solitaire game.

                                YEN LO
                ... "Experiments in the Hypnotic 
                Production of Anti-Social and 
                Self-Injurious Behavior"  or Wells' 
                1941 paper, which was titled, I 
                believe, "Experiments in the 
                Hypnotic Production of Crime"...

                                MRS. WHITTAKER
                ...or, of course, Andrew Salter's 
                remarkable book "Conditioned Reflex 
                Therapy"  to name only three.  

Marco yawns, bored out of his mind.

                                MRS. WHITTAKER
                Or if it offends you that only the 
                West is working to manufacture more 
                crime and better criminals...

                                YEN LO
                ...against the modern shortages, I 
                suggest Krasnogorski's "Primary 
                Violence Motivation" or Serov's 
                "The Unilateral Suggestion to 

One of the Russian officials in the audience -- a skeletal man named 
GOMEL who wears civilian clothes -- is as bored as Marco.

                My dear, Yen.  As you grow older, 
                you grow more long-winded.  Can't we 
                get to the point?  Has the man ever 
                killed anyone?  Or has he not?

                                MRS. WHITTAKER
                I apologize, my dear, Dimitri.  I 
                keep forgetting that you're a young 
                country and your attention span is 
                        (to Raymond)
                Tell me, Raymond, have you ever 
                killed anyone?

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                No, ma'am.

                                MRS. WHITTAKER
                Not even in combat?

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                In combat?  Yes, ma'am.  I think so.

                                YEN LO
                Of course you have, Raymond.  
                        (to all)
                Raymond has been a crack shot since 

The little old ladies of the garden club smile at this.

                                MRS. WHITTAKER
                Marvelous outlet for his aggressions. 
                        (to an assistant)
                May I have the bayonet, please?

Another Russian official -- this one a stocky man named BEREZOVO, 
wearing sunglasses and with a moustache and shaved head -- interrupts.

                Not with the knife.  With the hands.

                                YEN LO
                        (with distaste) 
                With the hands?

                                BEREZOVO AS A LADY
                Here.  Have him use this.

Berezovo, as a lady, holds up a white silk scarf. 

                                YEN LO
                Ah!  Da, da.

Berezovo rises, carries the scarf to Yen Lo, and returns to his seat. 
Yen Lo knots the scarf as he talks to Raymond.

                                YEN LO
                Raymond, whom do you dislike the 
                least in your group who are here 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                The least?

                                        YEN LO
                That's right.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                Well, I guess Captain Marco, ma'am.

Mrs. Whittaker, knotting the scarf, addresses the garden club ladies in 
front of the portraits of Stalin and Mao.

                                MRS. WHITTAKER
                        (to all) 
                Notice how he is drawn always to 
                        (to Raymond) 
                That won't do, Raymond.  We need the 
                captain to get you your medal.  Whom 

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                Well, I guess Ed Mavole, ma'am.

                                YEN LO
                Ah, that's better.  Now, then, 
                Raymond. Take this scarf.

Yen Lo places the knotted scarf in Raymond's hands.

                                YEN LO
                And strangle Ed Mavole.  
                Er, to death.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                Yes, ma'am.

Raymond rises and casually walks past Marco.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                Excuse me, Ben.

                Mm hmm.

Marco politely shifts his chair to let Raymond pass. Raymond crosses 
behind the long line of chairs, slowly heading for Ed Mavole.  None of 
the patrol make a move to stop him.  Raymond pauses before one of the 
other men whose chair blocks Raymond's progress.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                Pardon me.

The man politely rises and lets Raymond pass.  Raymond crosses to Mavole 
and drapes the scarf around his neck. Mavole starts to resist.

                                ED MAVOLE
                Hey, Sarge.  Cut it out. 

                                YEN LO
                        (to Mavole)
                Quiet, please, Ed.  Now you just sit 
                there quietly and cooperate.

Mavole does as he's told.

                                ED MAVOLE
                Yes, ma'am.

Raymond quickly strangles Mavole who offers no resistance even as his 
eyes bulge out and he gasps for air.  The other men do nothing.  Marco 
opens his mouth to yawn.  

                                        CUT TO:


Marco awakens with his mouth open -- he's screaming -- and sits upright 
in bed, shaking with terror.  The nightmare is over.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Marco and his fellow intelligence officers (a COLONEL who is Marco's 
immediate superior, a MEDICAL OFFICER, and a PSYCHIATRIST, among others) 
sit around a table.

                                MEDICAL OFFICER
                Major, to your knowledge, have any 
                other ex-members of your patrol had 
                similar dreams?

                No, sir.  Not to my knowledge.  
                Doesn't it strike anyone as curious 
                that Mavole was one of the two men 
                lost in the action?  Yet every night 
                in my dream he's ... he's the one 
                that Raymond...
                        (tries to get a grip)  
                I'm sorry, gentlemen.  

                Now, look, Major Marco, since you 
                first brought this recurring dream 
                of yours to our attention, Raymond 
                Shaw -- his life, his background, 
                his habits, his friends and 
                associates have been under 
                scrupulous examination.  Now, the 
                facts speak for themselves.  His 
                stepfather is a United States 
                senator.  His mother is head of 
                fifteen different patriotic 
                organizations.  Raymond Shaw 
                himself is employed as confidential 
                assistant to Holborn Gaines, the 
                most respected political journalist 
                in America.  Now, it's 
                inconceivable, Major, that any--

                Major Marco.  Major, as the 
                consulting psychiatrist present, 
                I'd be interested in hearing your 
                personal feelings about Shaw.

                Raymond Shaw is the kindest, 
                bravest, warmest, most wonderful 
                human being I've ever known in my 

                I see.  And this opinion, Major, was 
                it generally held?  His fellow 
                soldiers, did they feel the same way 
                toward him?

                The men loved him, sir.  Why 
                shouldn't they?  He saved their 

                                MEDICAL OFFICER
                Well, it would seem obvious to me 
                Major Marco is suffering a delayed 
                reaction to eighteen months of 
                continuous combat in Korea.  I 
                would strongly recommend that the 
                matter of Raymond Shaw be dropped 
                here and now, that Major Marco be 
                temporarily reassigned to less 
                strenuous, and if I may say so, 
                less sensitive duties.  I think a 
                few months detached service to, uh, 
                well, perhaps the public relations 
                corps should put the major right 
                back in the pink.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


A press conference is in progress.  The packed room holds journalists 
and other observers -- not to mention TV and newsreel cameras, monitors 
and other equipment.  Marco, now with public relations, sits at a table 
with the SECRETARY OF DEFENSE who fields questions from reporters.

                Mr. Secretary!  Mr. Secretary!  Can 
                you explain the proposed cuts in 

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                Since, sir, you have asked a 
                simple-minded question, I'll give 
                you an equally simple-minded answer.  
                Since no great naval power menaces 
                the free world today, the Navy's 
                overwhelming preponderance of 
                surface ships seems to be 
                superfluous, hence the cut in 
                        (to Marco)
                Major, my time is important.  How 
                much longer are we supposed to go 
                on with this nonsense?

In the back of the room, sit Senator and Mrs. Iselin.

                        (to the Defense Secretary)
                Yes, sir.  
                        (to all)
                If there are no further questions 
                for the Secretary, I think that'll 
                about wrap things up.

Mrs. Iselin nods to Senator Iselin who quickly rises. 

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                Mr. Secretary!  I have a question, 

The cameras swing around to focus on the senator who gears up to launch 
into some typically pompous rhetoric.

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                Who are you, sir?

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                I am United States Senator John 
                Yerkes Iselin and I have a question 
                so serious that the safety of our 
                nation may well depend on your 

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                No evasions, Mr. Secretary!  No 
                evasions, if you please, sir.

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                Evasions?  What the hell are you 
                talking about?
                        (to Marco)
                What kind of foolishness is this?

Marco covers the microphones with his hands.

                Mr. Secretary, I'm kinda new at this 
                job but I don't think it's good 
                public relations to talk that way to 
                a United States Senator, even if he 
                is an idiot.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                        (holds up some papers)
                I am United States Senator John 
                Yerkes Iselin and I have here a list 
                of the names of two hundred and 
                seven persons who are known by the 
                Secretary of Defense as being 
                members of the Communist Party...!

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                        (rises angrily)

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                ....who are still nevertheless...

The entire room BUZZES as the senator and the Secretary of Defense shout 
each other down.  Photographers scurry to snap pictures, journalists 
take notes, etc.  

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                ...working in and shaping the policy 
                of the Defense Department!

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                Senator who?

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                I demand an answer, Mr. Secretary!

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                What the hell did you say your name 
                was?  Huh?

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                There will be no covering up, sir!

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                No covering up! You are not going to 
                get your hands on this list...

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                How'd you get in here in the first 
                        (to Marco)
                Major!  Throw that lunatic out of 

Marco sits helplessly, unsure what to do.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                And I deeply regret having to say in 
                front of these ladies and gentlemen...

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                You claim that you're a senator?  
                Senator of what? I want to know!

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                ... and the television and radio 
                audience of our great country that 
                you longer have my confidence, sir!

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                Why, you're an idiot, if [?]...!
                You're out of your mind [?] Senate 

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                No, sir!  This is no longer a matter 
                for investigation by the Defense 

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                Get out of here!

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                I'm afraid you have lost your chance, 

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                Where is the sergeant-at-arms?  Get 
                that man out of this room!

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                This matter is now the responsibility 
                of the United States Senate!

Iselin lingers a few moments to posture for the cameras and then exits.  
Mrs. Iselin rises and follows him -- as does Marco, who sprints across 
the room.

                                DEFENSE SECRETARY
                Where is the sergeant-at-arms?  Throw 
                that man out of this room! I will not 
                have him in here, do you hear me?  
                Not ever!  
                        (to Iselin, who's already gone)
                If I ever catch you in this room 
                again, I'll throw you out bodily!                               
                        (to the photographers) 
                What do you want?  Get out of here! 
                Don't you take my picture anymore!  
                Clear this room! Go on, get out 
                of here!

                                        CUT TO:


A small room adjacent to the press room where the Iselins put on their 
coats.  Marco and a platoon of reporters confront them.

                Senator!  Senator Iselin...  I'd 
                like to verify that number, sir.  

                                SENATOR ISELIN

                How many Communists did you say?

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                Oh, er... I said, there was, uh, 
                exactly, uh, I have absolutely proof 
                that there are ... 

The senator looks over at Mrs. Iselin who mouths "one hundred and four."

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                ...a hundred and four card-carrying 
                Communists in the Defense Department 
                at this time.

                How many, sir?

Mrs. Iselin mouths "two hundred and seventy-five."

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                Uh, ahem, two hundred and 
                seventy-five and that's absolutely 
                all I have to say on the subject at 
                this time.  
                        (to Mrs. Iselin)
                Come, babe.

                        (to Marco)
                Major, how many did he say?

The senator starts to lead Mrs. Iselin away but lingers for one more 
photo, pushing Marco out of the way.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                        (to Marco)
                Excuse me.

After this last photo, Iselin waves off the photographers.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                        (to the photographers)  
                Boys, please...

Iselin departs.

                        (to Marco)
                Major, how many did he say?

A frustrated Marco swats the notepad out of the reporter's hand and 
shoots a dirty look in Iselin's direction.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Two framed photographs of Corporal Melvin: one is with some of the other 
members of the patrol in Korea; the other is a wedding photo of Melvin 
and MELVIN'S WIFE.  We PAN from these, past Melvin's wife who sleeps 
soundly in bed, to Melvin who does not sleep so soundly. He tosses and 
turns.  And he dreams...

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Melvin's dream picks up where Marco's left off.  Melvin sits unconcerned 
as Mavole is strangled right beside him. Raymond lets the white silk 
scarf slip through his fingers as Mavole's lifeless body falls from his 
chair and collapses to the floor.  The audience APPLAUDS.  From Mavole's 
body we PAN UP to reveal Mrs. Whittaker -- still wearing the same dress 
and hat but now -- since this is Melvin's dream -- Mrs. Whittaker is a
middle-aged African-American woman. Indeed, all of the ladies applauding 
in the garden club are now black.  The second Mrs. Whittaker holds up 
her hands to quiet the audience and turns with pride to Raymond.

                                MRS. WHITTAKER #2
                Very good, Raymond.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Thank you, ma'am.

                                MRS. WHITTAKER #2
                Captain Marco?

Marco still sits next to Chunjin -- who is now an attractive young black 

                Yes, ma'am?

                                MRS. WHITTAKER #2
                On your feet, Captain, please.

                Sorry, ma'am.

                                MRS. WHITTAKER #2

                                YEN LO
                ...when you are returned to your 
                patrol to Korea, and you make your 
                way to command headquarters, what 
                will be the first duty you will 

                I will make my report on the patrol, 

                                YEN LO
                What will you report?

                I will recommend urgently that 
                Raymond Shaw be posted for the Medal 
                of Honor.  He saved our lives and 
                took out a complete company of 
                Chinese infantry.

One of the ladies in the audience rises indignantly.

                                BEREZOVO AS A LADY
                A complete company?!  What the hell 
                is this?!

                We can spare an imaginary company of 
                infantry for this particular plan, 
                Mikhail [?].

                All right.  If we are out to 
                humiliate our brave Chinese ally in 
                the newspapers of the world, we 
                might as well make it a full 

Berezovo and others laugh at this.

                                CHINESE OFFICIAL AS A LADY
                We don't object, Comrade.  I assure 
                you of that...

                                CHINESE OFFICIAL AS A MAN
                ...however, Comrade, we thank you for 
                thinking of the matter in that light.

Berezovo sits, a little embarrassed at his outburst. Yen Lo impatiently 
CLINKS his pen against his water glass.

                                YEN LO
                If we may proceed with the 
                        (To Raymond)

Yen Lo gestures for Raymond to join him at stage center (he's been 
standing behind Mavole's chair all this time). Raymond carefully steps 
over Mavole's body and joins Yen Lo. Using his pen, Yen Lo points out 
Bobby Lembeck.

                                YEN LO
                Who's that little fellow sitting 
                next to the captain?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                That's Bobby Lembeck.  Our mascot, 
                I guess you'd call him.

Lembeck smiles a wholesome, toothy smile.

                                YEN LO
                Doesn't look old enough to be in your 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I guess he isn't, but there he is, 

                                YEN LO
                Captain Marco.  Would you be good 
                enough to lend Raymond your pistol, 

                Yes, ma'am.

Raymond crosses to Marco.  Marco takes his gun out of his holster and 
hands it to Raymond.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Thanks, Ben.

                Sure, kid.

Raymond, pistol in hand, turns back to Yen Lo.

                                YEN LO
                Shoot Bobby, Raymond.  Through the 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, ma'am.

Raymond aims the pistol.  Lembeck smiles.  Raymond FIRES. The bullet 
hits Lembeck's head so hard it knocks him and his chair backward.  
Lembeck's blood spatters across the lithograph of Stalin.

                                        CUT TO:


Melvin SCREAMS.  His wife awakens with a start and tries to comfort him. 

                                MELVIN'S WIFE
                Wake up, wake up, wake up.  It's all 
                right.  It's all right.  

He awakens and embraces her.

                                MELVIN'S WIFE
                It's all right. It's all right. It's 
                all right. Is it the same dream 

Melvin nods.

                Oh.  What makes it so awful is to 
                keep dreaming a thing like that about 
                Sergeant Shaw.  Oh, it's been going 
                on for weeks now.  I must be going 

                                MELVIN'S WIFE
                What you ought to do is to write to 
                Sergeant Shaw...

                [?] what's wrong with me?

                                MELVIN'S WIFE
                ...write to him and see if anyone 
                else is having dreams like yours.


                                MELVIN'S WIFE

                Maybe I will.  Maybe I'll do that.  
                If anybody can help me, he can.

                                MELVIN'S WIFE
                You like him a lot, don't you?

An odd look crosses Melvin's face.

                Raymond Shaw is the bravest, kindest, 
                warmest, most wonderful human being 
                I've ever known in my life.

                                        CUT TO:


Raymond, nattily dressed in civilian clothes, rides in the back seat of 
a cab through New York City streets.

                                        CUT TO:


The cab pulls up to Raymond's apartment house.  He gets out, carrying a 
briefcase, and enters the building.  It's an ancient, old-fashioned, 
multi-storied structure on Riverside Drive.

                                        WIPE TO:


Raymond gets off the elevator on one of the upper floors and crosses to 
the door of his apartment.  He unlocks it and opens it -- and then 
notices that his mail has been left for him.  He scoops it up, is 
puzzled to see a personal letter amid the bills and junk mail, and 
enters his apartment.

                                        CUT TO:


Raymond turns on a light, puts down his mail and briefcase, removes his 
coat and hat, and checks the mail.  He opens an envelope, turns on a lamp, 
and begins to read the enclosed letter.  It's from Melvin.  As Raymond 
walks around the room turning on lamps and reading, we HEAR Melvin's 

                                MELVIN'S VOICE (v.o.)
                Dear Sarge, I had to say this or 
                write this to someone because I 
                think I'm going nuts.  And since 
                you were my best friend in the army, 
                here goes.  Sarge, I'm in trouble.  
                I'm afraid to go to sleep because I 
                have terrible dreams.  I dream about 
                all the guys on the patrol where you 
                won the medal.  And the dream has a 
                lot of Chinese people in it and a 
                lot of big brass from the Russian 

Raymond, still reading, sits at a desk.

                                MELVIN'S VOICE (v.o.)
                Well, it's pretty rough.  You have 
                to take my word for that.

The phone on Raymond's desk RINGS.  He sets down the letter and picks up 
the receiver.  A pleasant male voice with an indefinite accent speaks to 

                                VOICE ON THE PHONE
                Raymond Shaw, please.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                This is he.

                                VOICE ON THE PHONE
                Raymond.  Why don't you pass the time by 
                playing a little solitaire?

Whoever it is hangs up with a loud CLICK.  An odd look passes over 
Raymond's face.  He hangs up the phone and reaches for a deck of playing 
cards on the desk.  Raymond lays out the seven card spread known 
variously as solitaire, Klondike, or patience.  He plays solitaire until 
the queen of diamonds turns up.  Then he stops.  And stares at the card.  
And waits.  Eventually, the phone RINGS again. Raymond picks up.

                                VOICE ON THE PHONE

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, sir?

                                VOICE ON THE PHONE
                Can you see the red queen?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, sir.

                                VOICE ON THE PHONE
                Good.  One week from next Saturday, 
                you will be called for at 11:10 a.m. 
                and be taken to the Timothy Swardon 
                sanitarium 84 East 61st Street.  We 
                want you there for a check-up.  Is 
                that clear?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, sir.

                                VOICE ON THE PHONE
                You may put the cards away now.  
                Goodbye, Raymond.

Raymond hangs up and begins to put the cards away.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


An Associated Press teletype begins to print out a story:

                WAS TODAY

Gaines' secretary pulls the story from the machine and hands it to 
Gaines who drinks a beer at his desk.

                                GAINES' SECRETARY
                Mr. Gaines.  It's Mr. Shaw.  He was 
                run down in the street by a 
                hit-and-run driver.  It just came 
                over the AP.

                                HOLBORN GAINES
                Good heavens.  Find out what hospital 
                he's in and call them.  See if there's 
                anything we can do to help.

The secretary leaves to make the call while Gaines studies the story.

                                        CUT TO:


At the Timothy Swardon Sanitarium on 61st Street, Raymond lies in a 
hospital bed.  ZILKOV, head of Russian security and two aides fuss over 
the fake cast on Raymond's tractioned leg.  A NURSE is just finishing a 
telephone call.

                You're welcome. Good-bye.  
                        (to Zilkov) 
                That was Mr. Gaines, from his 
                newspaper.  He said to tell him to 
                take it easy and not to worry about 
                a thing.

The nurse places a fake head bandage on Raymond's head.

                Which, of course, you will not tell 
                him, on the chance there is some 
                sort of prearranged code.

There is a KNOCK at the door. The aides and the nurse make last minute 
adjustments to Raymond.  Zilkov crosses to the door and opens it, 
revealing Yen Lo with a cane in hand and a coat draped stylishly over 
his shoulders.

                                YEN LO
                Comrade Zilkov?


                                YEN LO
                Yen Lo, Pavlov Institute.

Zilkov lets Yen Lo enter.

                Doctor.  An honor and a pleasure. 

They shake hands.

                        (to the others) 
                You may go.

The nurse and the aides exit, leaving the two men alone with Raymond.

                        (to Yen Lo) 
                When did you arrive?  

                                YEN LO
                I was flown in last night under 
                embassy quota.  Revolting journey. 
                        (to Raymond) 
                Ah, Raymond.  It's nice to see you 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                It's nice to see you again, sir.

A puzzled Yen Lo gestures quizzically at Raymond's medical equipment.

                We're going through this elaborate 
                procedure simply out of precaution.  
                In case there are any visitors.  
                Although, I cannot imagine who will 
                visit Raymond.

Zilkov takes Yen Lo's coat.

                                YEN LO
                Attractive plant you have here.

                Thank you, doctor.  It's actually a 
                rest home for wealthy alcoholics.  
                We were able to purchase it three 
                years ago.  Except for this floor 
                and the floor above it -- which we 
                have sealed off for security 
                purposes -- the rest functions quite 
                normally.  In fact, it's one of the 
                few Soviet operations in America 
                that actually showed a profit at the 
                end of the last fiscal year.

                                YEN LO
                Profit?  Fiscal year?  Beware, my 
                dear Zilkov.  Virus of capitalism's 
                highly infectious.  Soon, you'll be 
                lending money out at interest. 

Yen Lo laughs heartily at his joke.  Zilkov doesn't get it.

                                YEN LO
                You must try, Comrade Zilkov, to 
                cultivate a sense of humor.  There's 
                nothing like a good laugh now and 
                then to lighten the burdens of the 
                        (to Raymond)  
                Tell me, Raymond.  Do you remember 
                murdering Mavole and Lembeck?

A playing card, the queen of diamonds, lies nearby.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I beg your pardon, sir?

                                YEN LO
                Mavole and Lembeck.  The men who 
                were lost on the patrol.  Can you 
                recall what happened to them?

Yen Lo's cane folds out into a small chair.  He sits at Raymond's 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, sir.  It was a very clear 
                action for a night action.  Captain 
                Marco sent up some low flares so it 
                was easy to see what was happening.  
                Bobby Lembeck got separated to the 
                left.  Mavole went after him.  

Yen Lo smiles.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                By the time he reached him, the 
                enemy had a fix on the position.  
                They were killed instantly by a high 
                mortar shell.  I don't think they 
                ever knew what hit 'em.

Yen Lo takes a pen flashlight from his jacket pocket.

                                YEN LO
                        (to Zilkov) 
                Do you realize, comrade, the 
                implications of the weapon that has 
                been placed at your disposal?  
                        (to Raymond) 
                You may remove your head bandage, 

Raymond removes his head bandage.

                                YEN LO
                        (to Zilkov) 
                Normally conditioned American who's 
                been trained to kill.  Then, to have 
                no memory of having killed.  

Yen Lo checks Raymond's eyes with the flashlight.

                                YEN LO
                Without memory of his deed, he 
                cannot possibly feel guilt.  Nor, of 
                course, will he have any reason to 
                fear being caught.  And having been 
                relieved of those uniquely American 
                symptoms, guilt and fear, he cannot 
                possibly give himself away. 
                Ah, Raymond will remain an outwardly 
                normal, productive, sober, and 
                respected member of the community 
                and, I should say, if properly used, 
                entirely police-proof.  His brain 
                has not only been washed, as they 
                say... It has been dry cleaned.  

Lo laughs.  Zilkov manages a smile.

                                YEN LO
                        (to Raymond)  
                Thank you, Raymond.  You may replace 
                your head bandage.  

Raymond replaces his head bandage.

                                YEN LO
                        (to Zilkov) 
                Sealed floors or no, you will of 
                course permit him to have visitors 
                to avoid suspicion.

                Of course.

                                YEN LO
                A team of my specialists is being 
                flown in tonight.  It will take 
                about a week, working between 
                visiting hours, to check the 
                mechanism out completely.  Been, 
                after all, two years since the 
                conditioning took place.  And you 
                want to be sure the linkages are 
                still functioning correctly before 
                he's turned over to his American 

Yen Lo checks his watch and doesn't like what he sees.

                                YEN LO
                Eee yuck!  And now, Comrade, if you 
                will excuse me.

                Where are you going?

Zilkov drapes Yen Lo's coat over the Chinese man's 

                                YEN LO
                Since there's nothing more I can do 
                until my specialists arrive, I 
                thought to spend the afternoon at 

Zilkov is shocked.

                                YEN LO
                Madame Yen has given me the 
                most appalling list.

Yen Lo laughs.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


About a week later.  Yen Lo, a master of origami (the ancient Japanese 
art of paperfolding), places a sample of his work atop the queen of 
diamonds.  Raymond sits up in his hospital bed, still in bedclothes but
no longer wearing his fake bandages, etc.  Zilkov nervously paces the 

                                YEN LO
                No, no.  I personally guarantee it.  
                He's ready to be turned over to his 
                American operator.

Yen Lo sips a drink and starts folding another piece of paper.

                And I, being personally responsible 
                for Soviet security in the entire 
                eastern seaboard of the United 
                States, refuse to turn him over to 
                his operator until at least one 
                practical test has been run.  You 
                say the man has been built as an 
                assassin.  Very well then.  Let him 
                assassinate someone.

                                YEN LO
                I'm shocked.  That a security 
                officer with the responsibility you 
                hold would risk a mechanism as 
                valuable as Raymond out of sheer... 

                You yourself admit the man has not 
                killed for over two years.  I assure 
                you, doctor, conditions offering 
                minimum risk can be arranged.

                                YEN LO
                All right.  If you insist on this 
                foolishness, have him kill one of 
                your own people here on a sealed 

                I would, I would, gladly!  But our 
                table of organization happens to 
                be under acceptable strength as it 
                is.  Why can't we be reasonable 
                about this?  Why can't he kill some 
                non-productive person on the 

                                YEN LO
                Very well, then.  But for his own 
                protection, he must be instructed 
                that if he is ever, at any time, 
                discovered at the scene of an 
                assignment, this other person -- or 
                persons -- must also be killed.

                All right, all right, doctor!  Whom 
                do you think he should kill?

A long pause.  Finally, Yen Lo laughs.

                                YEN LO
                With humor, my dear Zilkov.  Always 
                with a little humor.  If kill we 
                must for a better New York, why 
                should it not be his superior at 
                the newspaper, Mr. Holborn Gaines.  
                With Mr. Gaines out of the way, 
                might he not then be given that 
                very influential job himself?

Yen Lo smiles.  Raymond looks at Zilkov dispassionately.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


The door to Gaines' bedroom.

                                HOLBORN GAINES (o.s.)
                Who's there?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                It's me, Mr. Gaines...

Raymond opens the door to reveal Gaines sitting up in bed reading.  
Raymond pauses, surprised to find Gaines wearing a shocking pink 
maribou bed jacket. 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                ... Raymond.  I'm sorry to disturb 
                you, sir.

                                HOLBORN GAINES
                Don't get any silly ideas about this 
                ridiculous looking bed jacket.  It 
                was my wife's.  It's the warmest 
                thing I have.  Perfect for reading 
                in bed at night.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I didn't know you were married, sir.

                                HOLBORN GAINES
                Oh, she died nearly six years ago.  
                Well, what the devil are you doing 
                here at four o'clock in the morning?  
                Anyway, I thought you were in the 

Raymond slowly moves toward Gaines.

                                HOLBORN GAINES
                Oh, now don't tell me that you've 
                come here at this ridiculous hour to 
                talk something over.  You're not 
                going to pour out your heart with 
                the details of some sordid love 
                affair or anything like that, are 

Raymond stands over Gaines at his bedside.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                No, sir.  As a matter of fact, they 
                told me you'd be asleep.

                                HOLBORN GAINES
                Who told you I'd be asleep?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                They did.

                                HOLBORN GAINES
                They?  They?  Who's this mysterious 

Raymond moves in for the kill.

                                HOLBORN GAINES
                Raymond?  Answer me, my boy.

The screen goes BLACK.

                                        CUT TO:


Marco slumps in a chair, drink in hand, surrounded by piles of books.  
He stares off into space.  A light KNOCK at the door stirs him.  He 
crosses to the door and opens it.  It's Marco's immediate superior, the 


                Ben.  Can I come in for a minute?

                Oh, please do.  Of course.  Come on 

The Colonel enters and Marco shuts the door.

                Uh, may I ask the colonel (A) Is 
                this an official visit? and (B) May 
                I, uh, mix you a drink?

                (A) Yes it is and (B) You certainly 

                Scotch all right?


While a nervous Marco checks to make sure his shirt's tucked in before 
fixing the drink, the Colonel looks over the apartment.

                My God, where do you get all the 

                        (fixes the drink)
                Oh, I, uh... I got a guy picks 'em 
                out for me.  At random.  
                        (off the drink) 
                Water all right?


Marco retreats to the bathroom sink and adds water.

                He's in, uh, San Francisco.  A 
                little bookstore out there and, uh, 
                he ships 'em to me wherever I happen 
                to be stationed.

                You've read them all?

Marco brings the Colonel his drink.

                Yeah.  They also make great 
                insulation against an enemy attack.  
                But the truth of the matter is that 
                I'm just interested, you know, in, 
                uh, principles of modern banking and 
                history of piracy, paintings of 
                Orozco, modern French theatre, the 
                jurisprudential factors of Mafia 
                administration, diseases of horses 
                and novels of Joyce Cary and ethnic 
                choices of the Arabs -- things like 

Marco realizes he's rambling.  The Colonel looks at him, concerned.  A 
long pause.



                The Army's got a lot of things wrong
                with it but it does take care of its 
                own people which is why I'm here.  
                As a public relations officer, you're 
                a disaster.

                I never wanted to be--

                Apparently, among other things, you 
                permitted the Secretary to make a 
                number of unfortunate remarks to 
                that idiot Iselin which started him 
                off on a rampage.

                Mickey, listen to me, please. For 
                the last six months I've been driven 
                nearly out of my mind by the same 
                recurring dream--

                The medical officer in charge--

                What the hell does a medical corps 
                know about intelligence work?  I 
                tell you, there something phony 
                going on.  There's something phony 
                about me, about Raymond Shaw, about 
                the whole Medal of Honor business.  
                For instance.  When the psychiatrist 
                asked me how I felt about Raymond 
                Shaw, how I personally felt about 
                him and how the whole patrol felt 
                about him, did you hear what I said?  
                Did you really hear what I said?  I 
                said, Raymond Shaw is the kindest, 
                warmest, bravest, most wonderful 
                human being I've ever known in my 
                life.  And even now I feel that way, 
                this minute.  And yet, somewhere in 
                the back of my mind, something tells 
                me it's not true.  It's just not 
                true.  It isn't as if Raymond's hard 
                to like.  He's impossible to like!  
                In fact, he's probably one of the 
                most repulsive human beings I've 
                ever known in my whole-- all of my 

                Ben, what I came to tell you is 
                Public Relations has bounced you 
                back to me.  And in your present 
                state, there's no possible way I 
                can use you.  As of this moment, 
                I'm placing you on indefinite sick 
                leave.  Go away, Ben.  Find yourself 
                a girl.  Lie in the sun.

                I absolutely refuse.

                You don't seem to understand.  What 
                I've just told you is not a 
                suggestion, Major.  It is an order.

                Yes, sir.

                Good night, Ben.

The Colonel heads for the door.  Marco salutes him, a little defiantly.  
The Colonel reluctantly returns the salute and exits.  Alone in the room, 
Marco hangs his head.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


A passenger train barrels down a track.

                                        CUT TO:


Marco, in civilian clothes, short of sleep, sits with a drink in his 
hand in a passenger car of the train.  He blinks and unsteadily reaches 
for a cigarette from a nearby table.  He manages to get it in his mouth 
but while searching for a match, the cigarette falls from his lips and 
into his drink.  He tries to fish it out but gives up and sets his 
glass on the table.  One of his fellow passengers, an attractive, 
well-dressed, blonde woman named ROSIE, watches him with concern as he 
tries to light a second smoke.  Marco's hand shakes so badly that the 
match goes out before he can light the cigarette.  He notices Rosie 
staring at him.

                Do you mind if I smoke?

                Not at all.  Please do.

Marco strikes another match and it too goes out. Embarrassed and 
frustrated, he rises and bolts from his chair, knocking over the table 
as he goes.  Rosie watches him sympathetically.  Marco stumbles through 
the car, using the walls for support.  He stops by a door -- the 
landscape can be seen rushing by through its window -- and leans against 
a wall, perspiring badly.  He shuts his eyes.  Rosie catches up with 
him.  She lights a cigarette and taps Marco on the shoulder.  He opens 
his eyes and she offers him the cigarette.  He accepts reluctantly.

                Maryland's a beautiful state.

                This is Delaware.

                I know.  I was one of the original 
                Chinese workmen who laid the track 
                on this stretch.  But, um, 
                nonetheless, Maryland is a beautiful 
                state.  So is Ohio, for that matter.

Rosie lights a cigarette for herself.

                I guess so.  Columbus is a 
                tremendous football town.  You in 
                the railroad business?

                Not anymore.  However, if you'll 
                permit me to point out, when you ask 
                that question, you really should say, 
                "Are you in the railroad line?" 
                Where's your home?

                I'm in the army.  I'm a major.  I've 
                been in the army most of my life.  
                We move a good deal.  I was born in 
                New Hampshire.

                I went to a girls' camp once in Lake 

                That's pretty far north.  What's your 



                No kidding, I really mean it.  Crazy 
                French pronunciation and all.

                It's pretty.

                Thank you.

                I guess your friends call you Jenny.

                Not yet they haven't, for which I'm 
                deeply grateful.  But you may call 
                me Jenny.

                What do your friends call you?



                My full name is Eugenie Rose.  Of 
                the two names, I've always favored 
                Rosie 'cause it smells of brown soap 
                and beer.  Eugenie is somehow more 

                Still, when I asked you what your 
                name was, you said it was Eugenie.

                Quite possible I was feeling more or 
                less fragile at that instant.

                I could never figure out what that 
                phrase meant.  "More or less..."  
                You Arabic?


                        (shakes her hand)
                My name is Ben.  It's really Bennet.  
                Named after Arnold Bennet.

                The writer?

                No, a lieutenant colonel.  He was 
                my father's commanding officer at 
                the time.

                What's your last name?


                Major Marco.  Are you Arabic?


                Let me put it another way.  Are you 

                No. You?


                What's your last name?

                Cheyney.  I'm production assistant 
                for a man named Justin who had two 
                hits last season.  I live on 54th 
                Street.  Few doors from the Modern 
                Museum of Art of which I'm a 'tea 
                privileges' member.  No cream.  I 
                live at 53 West 54th Street, 
                apartment 3-B.  Can you remember 


                El Dorado-59970. Can you remember 


                Are you stationed in New York?  Or 
                is stationed the right word?

                I'm not exactly stationed in New 
                York.  I was stationed in Washington 
                but I got sick and now I'm on leave 
                and I'm gonna spend it in New York.

                El Dorado-59970. 

                I'm gonna look up an old friend of
                mine who's a newspaperman.  We were 
                in Korea together.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


This used to be Holborn Gaines' office but when the old man was murdered 
under mysterious circumstances, Raymond took it over.  Raymond rounds up 
some papers to pack in his briefcase for a business trip while his 
secretary alerts him to a visitor.

                Mr. Shaw, there's a gentleman outside 
                to see you.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                A gentleman?

                An Oriental gentleman, sir.  He said 
                he was in the army with you.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                There were no Oriental gentlemen in 
                the army with me.

                He's very insistent, sir.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                All right, all right.  Show him in.

The secretary leaves.  Moments later, Chunjin enters.  He stares 
apprehensively at Raymond who doesn't recognize him at first.

                I am Chunjin, Mr. Shaw, sir.  I was 
                interpreter attached to Charlie 
                company.  52nd regiment.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, I remember you.  You were the 
                guide and interpreter to the patrol.

                Yes, sir, Mr. Shaw.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                What can I do for you?  I mean to 
                say, what are you doing here?

                Your father did not say to you?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                My father?

                Yes, Senator Iselin.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Senator Iselin... is not my father.  
                Repeat, he is not my father.  If you 
                learn nothing else on your visit to 
                this country, memorize that fact.

                I write to Senator Iselin.  I tell 
                him how I interpret your outfit.  I 
                tell him I want to come to America.  
                He get me visa.  Now, I need job.

                                RAYMOND SHAW

                Yes, sir, Mr. Shaw.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                But, my dear fellow, we don't need 
                interpreters here.  We all speak the 
                same language.

                I am tailor and mender.  I am cook.  
                I drive car.  I'm cleaner and 
                scrubber.  I fix anything.  I take 
                message.  I sleep at house of my 
                cousin.  I ask for job with you 
                because you're a great man who saved 
                my life.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I could use a valet, I think.  And I 
                would like having a cook.  A good 
                cook, I mean.  Very well.  You can 
                live at your cousin's.  I will pay 
                you sixty dollars a week.  You will 
                have every Thursday and every other 
                Sunday off.

                Thank you, Mr. Shaw.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I'm leaving for Washington in a few 
                minutes.  I'll be back here this 
                evening by eight-thirty.  I would 
                like to have dinner waiting.

                        (salutes Raymond)
                Yes, sir!  Yes, sir, Mr. Shaw!  Just 
                like United States Army!

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Oh, God, I hope not.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Senator Iselin's reflection is visible in the glass of a framed portrait 
of his favorite president, Abraham Lincoln.  The senator, wearing a 
bathrobe, pours himself a drink.  He seems uneasy about something.

                                MRS. ISELIN (o.s.)
                You're gonna be perfectly marvelous 
                in there this afternoon, hon, I just 
                know you are.

                                SENATOR ISELIN

The senator turns to Mrs. Iselin who sits at a table smoking a cigarette 
and reading the newspapers.  The senator's lunch is on the table.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                There's just one thing, babe.  I'd 
                be a lot happier if we could just 
                settle on the number of Communists I 
                know there are in the Defense 

Mrs. Iselin gives him a withering look as he sits down to his lunch of 
steak and baked potato.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                I-I mean, the way you keep changing 
                the figures on me all the time, 
                it-it makes look like-like some kind 
                of a nut, like-like-like an idiot.  
                The boys are even startin' to kid me 
                about it.  Why, just yesterday in 
                the cloak room, they said: "Hey, 

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Well, you're going to look like an 
                even bigger idiot if you don't get 
                in there and do exactly what you're 

                                SENATOR ISELIN

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (off the newspapers)
                Who are they writing about all over 
                this country and what are they 
                saying?  Are they saying: "Are there 
                any Communists in the Defense 
                Department?"  Of course not.  
                They're saying: "How many Communists 
                are there in the Defense Department?"

                                SENATOR ISELIN

                                MRS. ISELIN
                So just stop talking like an expert 
                all of a sudden and get out there 
                and say what you're supposed to say!

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                C'mon, babe, I....

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (suddenly sweet as sugar)
                I'm sorry, hon.  Would it really 
                make it easier for you if we settled 
                on just one number?

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                Yeah.  Just one real simple number 
                that'd be easy for me to remember.

The senator unscrews a bottle of ketchup and starts glopping it on his 
steak.  Mrs. Iselin looks at the bottle. It's Heinz Tomato Ketchup -- 
you know, the brand with fifty-seven varieties.

                                        CUT TO:


On the Senate floor, Senator Iselin makes a speech.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                There are exactly... fifty-seven 
                card-carrying members of the 
                Communist party in the Department 
                of Defense at this time!

The Senate BUZZES at this.  People are yelling, running around, etc.  
Raymond sits quietly with the other members of the press taking notes.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                Point of order, Mr. Speaker!  Point 
                of order...

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


A tired-looking Marco emerges from the elevator on Raymond's floor.  The 
elevator operator points out Raymond's door for him.  Marco crosses to 
the door and presses the BUZZER. After a moment, the door is opened by 
Chunjin.  Marco glares at him for a split second -- recognizes him -- 
and promptly punches him in the jaw.  Chunjin sprawls backwards into 
Raymond's apartment, CRASHING through a glass door.  Marco tries to hit 
him again but Chunjin gives him a wicked judo chop, then puts him in a 
hold.  They spin wildly around the room before Chunjin flips Marco to 
the floor.  Marco claws at Chunjin's face.

                What was Raymond doing with his 

Marco kicks Chunjin off of him.  They both scramble to their feet.

                How did the old ladies turn into 

Marco socks Chunjin in the side.  Chunjin blocks another punch and 
knocks Marco backward into a chair.  They face off in classic judo 
poses.  Marco kicks Chunjin against a wooden dining room table, then 
tries to karate chop him.  Chunjin dodges and Marco chops out a 
section of the table.  Chunjin hits Marco, knocking him to the floor, 
and then kicks him while he's down.  Marco manages to get to one knee
before Chunjin can move in for the kill.  Marco slowly rises and then 
attacks.  But Chunjin throws him across the room into a small table.  
Chunjin puts Marco in a head lock and pounds his face.  Marco flips 
Chunjin over.

                What was Raymond doing with his 

Marco hits Chunjin with a flurry of chops sending him to the floor.  
Marco twists Chunjin's arm while repeatedly kicking him in the gut and 
screaming questions at him.

                How did the old ladies turn into 
                Russians?! What was Raymond doing 
                with his hands?!  What were you 
                doing there?!  What was Raymond 
                doing with his hands?!  What were 
                you doing there?!

Two uniformed police officers burst into the wrecked apartment and try 
to pull Marco off of Chunjin.  Marco elbows one of the officers in the 
stomach.  The elevator operator, who called the cops, watches fearfully 
from the door.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Marco sits quietly, his hand to his bruised and cut face, staring 
blankly into space.  A plainclothes police officer points him out to 
Rosie who pauses nervously before crossing to him.  She sits beside him 
and he looks up at her.  She smiles.  The plainclothes officer brings 
Marco's coat and suitcase and then goes to make a phone call.

                        (to Marco)
                I must say, it was original of you 
                to have the police department call 
                so shyly and ask for our first date.

                Well, they asked me who would... who 
                would I be willing to --  

                I know.  And thank you.  Thank you 
                very much.

Marco rises wearily and grabs his coat.  Rosie takes his suitcase and 
they walk out of the station, past the officer who is talking on the 
phone in Spanish -- contrary to Raymond, we don't ALL speak the same 
language here.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:

It rains heavily as a cab speeds through the New York City streets.

                                        CUT TO:


Marco and Rosie sit in the back seat.

                I've got to find Raymond.  Maybe 
                he's home by now.

Rosie lights a cigarette for Marco and puts it in his mouth.

                All right, darling.  Whatever you 
                want.  But, first, I have something 
                to tell you.  You know what I was 
                doing when you so cleverly had the 
                police call me?  Don't bother trying 
                to guess, you're too tired.  

Rosie starts wiping some of the dried blood off of Marco's face.

                I'll tell you what I was doing.  
                After I dropped you off, I went 
                straight home and when I got 

                Apartment 3-B.

Rosie is surprised at his memory.

                That's right.  Very good.  Before I 
                even took my coat off, I telephoned 
                my fiance...

Now, it's Marco's turn to look surprised.

                Well, I told you I wasn't married.  
                I never said I wasn't engaged.  Well, 
                I called up my fiance -- and he came 
                over as soon as he could, which was 
                instantly -- and I told him I had 
                just met you and I gave him his 
                ring back.  I tried to convey my 
                regrets for whatever pain I might 
                be causing him.  And then -- just 
                then -- you had the police call to 
                invite me to meet you at the 24th 
                Precinct.  So I grabbed my coat, 
                kissed my fiance on the cheek -- for 
                the last time in our lives we would 
                ever kiss -- and I ran.  At the 
                police station, they told me you 
                had just beaten up a very large 
                Chinese gentleman.

                Not Chinese, dear.  Korean.  At 
                least, I think he was Korean.

                A very large Korean gentleman.  But 
                that you were a pretty solid type 
                yourself, according to Washington 
                with whom they had apparently 
                checked.  So I figured if they were 
                willing to go to all the trouble to 
                get a comment on you out of George 
                Washington, why, you must be 
                somebody very important indeed.  And 
                I must say, it was rather sweet of 
                the general with you only a major.  
                I didn't even know you knew him.  

She almost gets a smile out of Marco.  But then she turns serious.

                If they were the tiniest bit puzzled 
                about you, they could've asked me.  
                Oh, yes, indeed, my darling, Ben.  
                They could've asked me.  And I 
                would've told them.

Rosie kisses Marco.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Later that evening, Raymond opens the door to his apartment to reveal an 
apologetic Marco standing in the hallway.  Marco wears a clean uniform 
and has a bandage over one eye but his face is still a mess.

                Hi, kid.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                What in the hell's going on?  They 
                called me in Washington to tell me 
                that you'd broken into my apartment 
                and beaten up my houseboy.

Raymond walks away from the door and lets Marco follow him into the 
wrecked apartment.

                Yeah, well, see... Chunjin... When 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (off Marco's face)
                My God, you look terrible.  I mean, 
                I've never seen you look so awful.


Marco starts trying to tidy up the mess he made earlier. He picks up 
some papers from a table and crouches down to a pile of things on the 
floor beside it.

                Raymond, uh, I want to tell you, 
                I've been having this terrible 

Marco stops.  He sees Raymond's Congressional Medal of Honor lying amid 
the things on the floor.  Marco picks it up and takes a long look at it.

                I've been in the army nineteen years.  
                First time I've ever seen one of 
                I've been havin' this nightmare.  A 
                real swinger of a nightmare, too.  
                Has to do with, uh, all kinds of 
                strange people--

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (straightening a lamp)
                Is it about a Russian general and 
                some Chinese and me and the men who 
                were on the patrol?

Stunned, Marco crosses to Raymond and grabs hold of him by the lapels.

                How did you know that?  How do you 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Take your hands off me.

Marco lets go of him and tries to calm down.

                Please, Raymond.  Tell me.  How did 
                you know?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Well, I don't really know anything 
                about it at all.

Raymond walks away from Marco.

                But you just started to tell--

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                It's just that-- You remember Al 
                Melvin, the corporal in the patrol?

                Yes, of course.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Well, I had a letter from him a 
                couple of weeks ago.  Needless to 
                say, I was very surprised to hear 
                from him.  

Raymond rights a fallen statue.
                                RAYMOND SHAW
                You know how much the guys in the 
                outfit hated me.  Well, not as much 
                as I hated them, of course.  Well, 
                anyway, the funny thing was, he said 
                in his letter that I was the best 
                friend he had in the army.  I was 
                the best friend he had in the army.  
                Why, the poor simple boob.  Well, 
                anyway, that's what he wanted to 
                tell me about: his nightmare.  He 
                said he was going out of his mind.

Raymond crouches down to pick some things off the floor. Marco crosses 
to him.

                Raymond.  Tell me what he said about 
                the nightmare.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Well, he keeps dreaming that the 
                patrol is all sitting together in 
                this hotel lobby and there are a lot 
                of Chinese brass and Russian 
                generals and I don't know.  Anyway, 
                what's so much of a nightmare about 

                The letter.  Have you got the 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                No, I don't.  I never keep letters.

                You mean, that's all he wrote?  That 
                was the end of it?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Why?  Is it the same thing that 
                you've been dreaming?

                Raymond, do something for me, will 
                you?  Call El Dorado-59970.  If a 
                young lady answers, and she will, 
                tell her I've gone to Washington -- 
                the town, not the general.  Tell her 
                I'll be in touch with her as quickly 
                as I can.  You'll do that won't you?  
                El Dorado-59970. 

Marco puts the Medal of Honor in Raymond's hand and rushes out.  Raymond
watches him go and returns to his cleaning.

                                        CUT TO:


Various photographs -- some sharp, some murky -- of various men are 
projected on a screen, two at a time.  In the darkened intelligence 
room, a tight-lipped Marco, wearing eyeglasses, sits and stares intently 
at the pictures.  His fellow intelligence officers sit with him: the 
Colonel, the medical officer, the psychiatrist, etc.

                To take some of the mystery out of 
                it, Major, the photographs you're 
                looking at are shots of male models, 
                Mexican circus performers, Czech 
                research chemists, Japanese 
                criminals, French headwaiters, 
                Turkish wrestlers, pastoral 
                psychiatrists, and, of course, 
                various officials of the U.S.S.R., 
                the People's Republic of China, and 
                the Soviet Army.

A picture of Berezovo appears.  Marco rises and crosses to the screen.

                Hold the one on the right, please!

The picture of Berezovo is held and Marco inspects it closely.  A 
picture of Gomel appears on the left.

                Hold this one, too, please.

Marco, standing in front of the two photos, turns to the Colonel.

                Exactly one hour ago, your friend, 
                Mr. Alan Melvin in Wainwright, 
                Alaska made the same two 

                        (off Berezovo's photo)
                This one here wore sunglasses, 
                smelled like a goat.  His moustache 
                was a little thinner then. He had a 
                loud voice and it grated.  'S'bout 
                five eleven, on the heavy side, 
                uniformed as a lieutenant general.  
                His staff was dressed in civilian 
                clothes, looked a little like FBI 

                                ONE OF THE OFFICERS
                His name, incidentally, is Berezovo.  
                He's a member of the Central 

                        (off Gomel's photo)
                This one was dressed in civilian 
                clothes but his staff was uniformed 
                -- varying from a full colonel to a 
                first lieutenant.  They wore 
                political markings.


The lights come on.  The medical officer exchanges glances with the 
psychiatrist.  The Colonel addresses Marco.

                All right, Ben.  I'm going to 
                recommend setting up a joint 
                intelligence CIA-FBI unit based out 
                of New York.  You'll work with them 
                representing the Army.  Your 
                assignment's Raymond Shaw.

                Very good, Colonel.

                Should be a very pleasant assignment, 
                Major, considering that Raymond Shaw 
                is the kindest, bravest, warmest, 
                most wonderful human being you've 
                ever met in your life.

For the first time in a long time, Marco grins, a broad happy smile of 

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Some weeks later, Christmas Eve.  Raymond sits at a table downing a drink 
while Marco puts a record on the phonograph. They both appear to be 
inebriated, Raymond particularly so.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                My mother, Ben, is a terrible woman.  
                A terrible, terrible woman.  

Raymond tries to pour himself another but the bottle's nearly empty.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Chunjin!  Chunjin!  We would like 
                some more wine!

As a lame version of "The Twelve Days of Christmas" emerges from the 
phonograph (What?  No Sinatra?), Marco pulls a fresh bottle of wine 
from a paper bag and joins Raymond at the table.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Chunjin!  Oh, I forgot.  [?] I gave 
                Chunjin the night off.  Because it 
                was Christmas Eve, I told him.  He 
                was very reluctant to go.

                That's probably because he's a 
                Buddhist and he doesn't celebrate 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Ah...  I don't think that Chunjin is 
                a Buddhist.  He smiles all the time.

                Oh.  What a shame.  I thought he was 
                a Buddhist or I would've sent him a 
                Christmas card.  But I figured that 
                if I sent him a card...

Marco POPS the cork on the wine bottle.

       this time of the year...

Marco pours.

                ...then he would have to send me a 
                card on the Buddha's birthday.  To 
                save face, right?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Oh, right.

                And that would've started a whole 
                big magilla.

                                RAYMOND SHAW


                                RAYMOND SHAW
                That's-- You did exactly the right 

Marco watches Raymond stare at the phonograph.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Twelve days of Christmas. 

Raymond crosses to the phonograph.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                One day of Christmas is loathsome 

Raymond switches off the phonograph and makes his way back to the table.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                What were we saying?  Oh, yes.  My 
                mother.  Oh, but you don't want to 
                sit there listening to me talking 

Raymond sits.

                Of course, I do.  I'm interested.  
                It's rather like listening to 
                Orestes gripe about Clytemnestra.

                                RAYMOND SHAW

                Greeks.  Couple o' Greeks in a play.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Oh.  Well, you know, Ben, it's a 
                terrible thing to hate your mother. 
                But I didn't always hate her. When I 
                was a child, I only kind of disliked 
                her.  But after what she did to 
                Jocie and me... That's when I began 
                to hate her.


                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Jocie Jordan.  Senator Jordan's 
                daughter.  That's pretty funny, 
                isn't it?  

Raymond rises and crosses to a bookcase where he digs out an old photo.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Thomas Jordan's daughter and Johnny 
                Iselin's stepson.  

Raymond returns to the table, sits, and shows the photo to Marco.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                That's her.  Jocie.

                She's lovely.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I always keep her picture.  Years 
                later, I realized, Ben, that I'm not 
                very lovable-- No, no, don't 
                contradict me.  I'm not lovable.  
                Some people are lovable and other 
                people are not lovable.  I am not 
                lovable. Oh, but I was very lovable 
                with Jocie.  Ben, you cannot believe 
                how lovable I was.  In a way.  And, 
                of course, my mother fixed all that.

Raymond polishes off his drink.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Ben, you don't blame me, for hating 
                my mother, do you?  I'm not making 
                excuses.  'Cause I have been even 
                less lovable then I was since...  It 
                was the summer just before I went 
                into the army.  And I was bitten 
                by this snake.  Are you following me?

                I am.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Well, while I was lying there, 
                absolutely helpless, afraid to move 
                -- because you're not supposed to 
                move, uh, it-it makes the poison 
                circulate -- 


                                RAYMOND SHAW
                ... when, unexpectedly, there she was 
                with a razor blade in her hand...

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


We PAN ACROSS a lake to find Raymond wearing nothing but swim trunks, 
lying in the grass.  A stunningly attractive blonde woman, about 
Raymond's age, kneels beside him, tending to his snakebitten ankle.  
This is JOCIE JORDAN. She talks breathlessly, pleased and excited by 
the situation.

                My daddy's gonna be so pleased about 
                this.  I mean, he's just absolutely 
                scared tiddly about snakes in this 
                part of the country.  I know that 
                sounds terribly Freudian and 
                everything but, in this case, I 
                don't think it is.  I mean, I think 
                he's just simply uncomplicatedly 
                afraid of snakes, period...

Jocie rises and rushes over to her nearby bicycle to fetch a bottle.

                ...which is why I happen to be 
                riding around with a razor blade and 
                a bottle of potassium permanganate

Jocie rushes back to Raymond.

                You don't happen to have a 
                handkerchief, do you?  
                        (laughs breathlessly) 
                No, of course, you don't.  Well, I 
                don't either.  I-I do have a Kleenex 
                but... Oh, well.  

Jocie unbuttons and removes her blouse, revealing her nicely-filled 
strapless bra.  Raymond tries not to show his pleasure at this.

                Seriously, Daddy is going to be just 
                thrilled about this.  

Jocie uses the blouse as a tourniquet on Raymond's leg.

                All summer long he's been raving 
                about snakes and nobody's ever seen 
                one and now this.  I promise you one 
                thing, it may be a little 
                uncomfortable for you but it's 
                going to absolutely make his summer.  
                Now, you just lie very still.  Don't 
                move.  That's very important.  

Jocie rises, crosses to her bike, and pedals away.

                I'll be right back with the car in a 

Raymond, thoroughly entranced, watches her go.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Raymond -- now wearing a borrowed jacket and with a thermometer in his 
mouth -- lies on his back on a table in the living room of SENATOR 
THOMAS JORDAN, a short, round, balding man who is everything Senator 
Iselin is not: classy, thoughtful, intelligent.  Senator Jordan checks 
Raymond's eyes and seems satisfied.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                You're lucky, young man, very lucky.  
                If I were to tell you the statistics
                on death by snakebite every year...  

Jocie, standing over Raymond like a mother hen, smiles at her father's 
snake mania.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                But in this case, I think...  
                        (inspecting the ankle) 
                Hmm, there's no swelling above or 
                        (checks the thermometer)
                Hmm...  Normal. Well, I must say, 
                there's a good chance you're going 
                to live.  

Raymond continues to stare at Jocie.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                You're not by any chance a mute, 
                are you?

Jocie laughs at her father.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                No, sir.  

They help Raymond to sit up on the table.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (to Jocie)
                I want to thank you very much, 
                Miss...?  Miss...?


                                SENATOR JORDAN
                Miss Jocelyn Jordan.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                How do you do?


They help Raymond off the table to a chair.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                And now, according to the quaint 
                local custom, it's your turn to tell 
                us what your name is.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                My name is Raymond Shaw, sir.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                How do you do, Raymond?  Is your 
                place near here, Raymond?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes.  It's that red house just across 
                the lake.

                The Iselin house?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (through clenched teeth)
                My house.  It was my father's.  My 
                father's dead.  He left it to me.

A giant artwork of an eagle with outstretched wings hangs over Jordan's 
fireplace.  Senator Jordan stands in front of it in such a way that the 
wings appear to be coming out of his back as if he were an angel.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                We were told that that was the summer 
                camp of Senator Iselin.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Johnny stays there sometimes, sir, 
                when he gets too drunk for my mother 
                to allow him to be seen in 

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                        (to Jocie)
                My dear, although we've done 
                everything that modern science 
                recommends, there is still the 
                traditional folk remedy against 
                snakebite which we haven't applied.  
                So, to be on the safe side...

Jocie grins and goes to fetch some drinks.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                        (to Raymond)
                Mrs. Iselin is your mother?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, sir.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                I once found it necessary to sue 
                your mother for defamation of 
                character and slander.  My name is 
                Thomas Jordan.  Senator Thomas 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                The Communist?

Jocie returns with the drinks and sits with her father.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                Well...  One of your mother's more 
                endearing traits is a tendency to 
                refer to anyone who disagrees with 
                her about anything as a Communist.  
                Last time she so referred to me on a 
                network radio program, it cost her 
                sixty-five thousand dollars in court 
                costs.  What hurt her more than the 
                money, I think, was the fact that I 
                donated all of it to an organization 
                called the American Civil Liberties 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Senator Jordan.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                Yes, Raymond?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I would very much like to ask your 
                permission, sir, to marry Jocelyn.

Jocie and the senator stare at Raymond.  Then at each other. Then they 
explode with laughter.  After a long moment, Raymond joins them.  It is 
the first time we see him smile, let alone laugh.  Over this happy 
scene appears a SUPERIMPOSED IMAGE of a drunken Raymond as he continues 
to tell his story to Marco.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (to Marco)
                We were together every minute after 

Still laughing, Raymond, Jocie and the senator toast one another and 
drink their drinks.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


The superimposed image of Raymond continues over a MONTAGE of the events 
of that summer:  Raymond and Jocie walking hand in hand through the 
countryside; running by the lakeshore in swimsuits and collapsing to the 
grass in an embrace; Raymond, Jocie and the senator enjoying a hearty 
laugh at the Jordans' dinner table.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (to Marco)
                You just cannot believe, Ben, 
                how... lovable the whole damn thing 
                was.  All summer long, we were 
                together.  I was lovable.  Jocie was 
                lovable.  The senator was lovable.  
                The days were lovable.  The nights 
                were lovable.  And everybody was 
                lovable.  Except, of course, my 

Raymond takes a drink.  The montage ends on a DISSOLVE TO the final 
scene of the FLASHBACK:


A door SLAMS and Raymond enters.  Mrs. Iselin sits and smokes a 
cigarette.  A painting of Abraham Lincoln hangs on the wall over the 
fireplace. A lampshade shaped like a stovepipe hat is mounted over a 
lamp base shaped like a bust of Lincoln.

                                MRS. ISELIN

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                What is it, mother?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                What sort of a greeting is that at 
                three-thirty in the morning?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                It's a quarter to three and what do 
                you want?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                I want to talk to you, Raymond.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                About what?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                I want to talk to you about that 
                Communist tart.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Shut up with that, mother!  Shut up!

                                MRS. ISELIN
                You know what Jordan is?  Are you 
                out to crucify me?  Are you [?]

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I don't know what you're talking 
                about and I don't want to know.  I'm 
                going to bed.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Raymond.  Sit down.

Raymond sits reluctantly and his mother rises and crosses to him.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                How would you see her?  They live in 
                New York.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I'm getting a job in New York.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                You have your army service.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Next spring.  I might be dead by 
                next spring.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Raymond, if we were at war, and you 
                were suddenly to become infatuated 
                with the daughter of a Russian 
                agent, wouldn't you expect me to 
                come to you and object?  And beg 
                you to stop the entire thing before 
                it was too late?  Well, we are at 
                war.  It's a cold war.  But it will 
                get worse and worse until every man, 
                woman and child in this country 
                will have to stand up and be counted 
                to say whether they are on the side 
                of right and freedom or on the side 
                of the Thomas Jordan's of this 

Raymond claps his hands to ears and grimaces -- just as we saw him do 
earlier in the limousine.  Mrs. Iselin begins to work her will on him, 
wearing him down.  We begin another SLOW DISSOLVE out of the FLASHBACK.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                I will go to you to Washington, 
                tomorrow if you like, and I will 
                show you documented proof that this 
                man stands for evil, that he is 
                evil, and that his whole life is 
                devoted to undermining everything 
                that you and I and Johnny and every 
                freedom-minded American...

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Dawn is breaking on Christmas morning as Raymond finishes telling Marco 
his story.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                She won, of course.  She always 
                does.  I could never beat her.  I 
                still can't.  I wrote a letter.  Or 
                she wrote it and I signed it, I-I 
                can't even remember which.  It was 
                a terrible, vile, disgusting letter.  
                The next day, I enlisted in the Army.  
                I never saw her again.  
                        (begins to cry) 
                God knows, Ben, I'm not lovable.  
                But I loved her.  I did love her.  
                I do love her.

Raymond puts his head down on the table.  Marco rises.

                Come on, kid.  Time for you to call 
                it a night.  Come on.

Marco helps Raymond to his feet.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


A few days later.  Raymond enters a popular New York City watering hole, 
Jilly's. Throughout the scene, the BARTENDER -- Jilly himself? -- keeps 
up a running conversation with two patrons at the bar.

                So, this lousy brother-in-law of 
                mine, I say to him, you think you're 
                a poker player?  Well, I've got a 
                flash for you... 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (to the bartender)
                Beer, please.

                ... you ain't no poker player.  
                        (gets the beer)
                So I says to him, my advice to you 
                from the bottom of the heart: don't 
                play poker.  
                        (gives beer to Raymond)
                If I was you, I'd get myself another 
                line of action.  Why don't you pass 
                the time by playing a little 
                solitaire?  So, he says to me--

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (to the bartender)
                Give me a deck of cards, please.

The bartender slides a deck of cards down the bar to Raymond who 
immediately starts passing the time by playing a little solitaire.

                When I get married to my old lady, I 
                got no idea that this guy comes in 
                the same package.  That it's a 
                package deal and for eleven long 
                years, I got this grump tied around 
                my neck.  And believe me it's no 
                bargain.  You've got no idea what 
                kind of a problem I got with this 

Marco enters and joins Raymond at the bar.

                        (to the bartender)
                Beer, please.
                        (to Raymond)
                Sorry, I'm late, kid.  Got held up 
                in traffic.

The bartender, still talking to the two patrons, gives Marco a beer.  
Raymond ignores Marco and keeps playing.  Marco watches as the queen of 
diamonds turns up.  Raymond stops.
       I says to him, please do me a
                favor, will you?  Why don't you go 
                take yourself a cab and go up to 
                Central Park and go jump in the 

The bartender and the two patrons laugh.  Raymond immediately leaves the 
bar and walks out into the street, much to Marco's surprise.

                Hey!  Raymond!  Hey!

Marco throws some bills on the bar and rushes out after him.

                                        CUT TO:


Marco emerges from Jilly's just as a cab pulls away from the curb with 
Raymond in it.


Marco watches the cab take off, then hails a cab of his own.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Minutes later, Raymond gets out of his cab at Central Park and starts 
walking briskly down a long flight of steps to the lake.  After a few 
moments, Marco's cab arrives.  He jumps out and follows Raymond.

Raymond threads his way through dozens of rowboats that have been 
stacked up for the winter.  Marco follows.

Raymond strides across the wooden boardwalk that runs along the side of 
the lake.  Marco follows.

Raymond walks the entire length of a pier that juts out into the lake 
and, without stopping, jumps into the icy water.  Marco can't believe 
what he's seeing.  Raymond treads water, looking puzzled as to where he 
is.  Marco runs down the pier and helps Raymond out of the water.

                Get out of there!  What are ya 

Raymond, shivering from the cold, stands on the pier with Marco.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Hi, Ben.

                What the hell are you doing?  What's 
                the matter with you?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I don't know.

                I was standing next to you at the 
                bar and you were playing a game of 
                solitaire.  Do you remember that?  

Raymond shakes his head.

                Then you bolted out of the bar, 
                jumped in a cab, drove up here to 
                the park and jumped into the water.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I don't remember, Ben.  I just don't 

                Wait a minute.  I do.  I remember.  
                In the dream.  I remember what you 
                were doing with your hands...

Marco deals an imaginary hand of solitaire to a puzzled Raymond.

                You were-- Of course!

                                        CUT TO:


Days later.  Marco is in the midst of a real game of solitaire while the 
army psychiatrist looks on and kibitzes, much to Marco's annoyance.  

                Obviously, the solitaire game acts      
                as some sort of a trigger mechanism.
                        (off the game)  
                Black seven on the red eight. 
                I suggest we discard the various 
                number systems and concentrate on 
                the face cards.  
                        (off the game)  
                Red six on the black seven.

                Thanks a lot.

                Because of their symbolic 
                identification with human beings.  
                Based on Raymond's psychiatric 
                pattern, I think we can safely 
                eliminate the jacks and kings.  
                        (off the game)  
                Black six on the red seven.

                        (fed up)
                Why don't you try it for a while?

Marco throws down the deck.  The psychiatrist eagerly takes over the 

                Human fish swimming at the bottom of 
                the great ocean of atmosphere develop 
                psychic injuries as they collide with 
                one another.  Most mortal of all are 
                those gotten from the parent fish.

                Queen of diamonds on the black king.

The psychiatrist lays down the queen of diamonds but Marco instantly 
picks it up.

                Hey, what are you doing?  To cheat 
                at solitaire is a form of regression 

                I remember.  I remember.  I can see 
                that Chinese cat standin' there 
                smilin' like Fu Manchu and saying: 
                "The queen of diamonds is reminiscent 
                in many ways of Raymond's dearly 
                loved and hated mother and is the 
                second key to clear the mechanism 
                for any other assignment."  Yeah.

Marco and the psychiatrist exchange happy grins.

                                        CUT TO:


Senator Iselin sits in a chair practicing a speech -- he reads from 
handwritten cue cards labeled "Iselin Speech #14."  A bib in his collar 
protects his shirt from the cosmetics that a professional make-up artist 
judiciously applies to his face.  Mrs. Iselin sits with the cue card 
writer supervising his work.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                ...republic, repeat, republic, until 
                the peril of international Communism 
                is driven from every dark corner of 
                this great nation.  
                        (to make-up artist) 
                Give me a little chuckie on the chin, 
                you doing it right?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (to Senator Iselin)
                You know, hon, I can't tell you how 
                worried I am about Raymond.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                Raymond?  What Raymond?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Raymond Shaw.  My son.  Your stepson.  
                I've been thinking about him a great 
                deal lately and you know what I've 

                                SENATOR ISELIN

                                MRS. ISELIN
                I've decided it's time he got 

The senator chuckles at this.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                May I ask what you find so amusing?

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                Who could you possibly find who 
                would marry Raymond?  Ha, ha, ha!

                                MRS. ISELIN
                I have devoted considerable thought 
                to the problem.  And it has occurred 
                to me that Tom Jordan's daughter, 
                Jocelyn -- you remember her, hon? 
                That mousy little girl Raymond was 
                so attracted to that summer at the 

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                Oh, yeah.  That little, uh, 
                Communist tart?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                All right.  So I might have been a 
                little bit hasty.  Anyway, time's 
                change.  I now think she would now 
                make Raymond an excellent wife.  
                She's been living in Paris for the 
                past two years.  I have word she'll 
                be coming home soon.  And when she 
                does, I think we should give a 
                little party.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                But, babe, I thought that you and 
                Senator Jordan--

                                MRS. ISELIN
                I keep telling you not to think.  
                You're very, very good at a great 
                many things but thinking, hon', just 
                simply isn't one of them.  You just 
                keep shouting "Point of order!  
                Point of order!" into the television 
                cameras and I will handle the rest.  
                I think a June wedding would be 
                nice.  Right before the convention.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Mrs. Iselin stands by a whirring electric fan.  Raymond sits at a 
typewriter, working.  Chunjin sets up a table for lunch.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (to Raymond)
                Raymond, I don't know why yours is 
                the only apartment in New York City 
                without an air conditioner.  You 
                know, sometimes I think you came to 
                us from another century.  
                        (to Chunjin) 
                Choo Chin Chow, or whatever your 
                name is, the steaks are to be 
                broiled for exactly eleven minutes, 
                no more, no less, from each side, 
                in a pre-heated grill, at four 
                hundred degrees.

                Yes, ma'am.

Chunjin exits.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (sits at the table)

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Mother.  May I ask a question?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Of course.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                What are you doing here?  I mean, 
                why are we having our annual 

                                MRS. ISELIN
                I don't know what you're talking about.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                When I got your message announcing 
                that you were coming to lunch, I 
                naturally assumed it was because you 
                wanted something.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Not at all.  This is a purely social 
                event.  However--

Raymond finishes typing, pulls the paper out of the machine with a 
flourish, rises and joins Mrs. Iselin at the table.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Ah!  The "however."

                                MRS. ISELIN
                As you may or may not have heard, 
                Johnny and I are giving an enormous 
                party, a costume ball actually, at 
                the summer house on Long Island.  I 
                wondered if you'd like to attend.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Have you gone out of your mind?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                The reason I ask is because we're 
                giving it in honor of an old friend 
                of yours and her father.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                What old friend?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Do you remember a darling girl you 
                met the summer before you went into 
                the army, Jocelyn Jordan, Senator 
                Jordan's daughter?  Well, she's been 
                living abroad for the last several 
                years.  She arrived back in New York 
                a week or so ago.  And I thought, 
                considering the rather shabby way 
                you treated her...

Raymond glares at his mother.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                ... it might be a rather gracious 
                gesture if I gave her a coming home 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Jocie and her father?  Coming to a 
                party of yours?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Of course.  Once I explain to her 
                you will be there.

                                        CUT TO:


Inside a big tent on the grounds near the summer house.  To the SOUND of 
a Dixieland jazz band, someone sticks a knife into some red-, white- and 
blue-colored caviar shaped like an American flag and spreads the caviar 
on a cracker, leaving an ugly hole in the flag.  The man who does this 
is Senator Iselin.  He's dressed as Abraham Lincoln -- fake beard, 
stovepipe hat, etc.  He turns to some of the other party guests, all in 
gaudy costumes.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                It's all right.  It's Polish caviar.

Everyone laughs.  Mrs. Iselin, dressed as Little Bo Peep, grabs the 
senator's arm with her shepherd's hook and drags him across the room to 
get his picture taken with some V.I.P.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Johnny!  Come over here, hon'!

The Iselins pose with the V.I.P.  

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (to the V.I.P.)
                Stand in the middle.

Raymond arrives dressed rather stylishly as a gaucho.  The photographer 
snaps a picture of the Iselins and the V.I.P.

                                MRS. ISELIN

                                THE V.I.P.
                Thank you.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (to the V.I.P.)
                You look marvelous.

                                THE V.I.P.
                        (to the Iselins)
                I'll see you later.

The V.I.P. walks off.  A visibly tense Raymond confronts the Iselins.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Where is she?  Have they come?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                They'll be here any minute.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Are you sure they're coming, mother?  
                Are you absolutely sure?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Oh, Raymond.  Don't be such a jerk.  
                Go and get yourself a drink or a 
                tranquilizer or something.  
                        (to Iselin)
                Raymond can certainly be a royal pain.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                        (to Raymond)
                Ah, she's just kiddin'.  Ray, you 
                look great!  You look... just great!  
                What, uh, what are you supposed to 
                be?  One of those Dutch skaters?

Iselin and some of the guests laugh at this.  Raymond stalks away 
moodily.  Mrs. Iselin pokes Iselin with her hook and chases after 

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Raymond, darling!

Mrs. Iselin catches up to Raymond and takes him by the arm.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Raymond, dear, why do you always 
                have to look as if your head's just 
                about to come to a point?  Now, 
                just be patient.  She'll be here.  
                I guarantee it.  Raymond, why don't 
                we just sneak away for a few minutes 
                and sit down somewhere quietly and 
                have a drink?

                                        CUT TO:


A quiet, pleasant room where the books are real, the bust of Lincoln is 
imposing, and the wall facing the yard is mostly glass.  The voices of 
Raymond and Mrs. Iselin drift in from the hallway through a closed door.

                                RAYMOND SHAW (o.s.)
                Are you absolutely sure she's coming, 

                                MRS. ISELIN (o.s.)
                I told you she telephoned me twenty 
                minutes ago from the hotel.

The door opens.  Raymond enters, followed by Mrs. Iselin, who closes 
and locks the door behind them.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Mother...  Mother, how did she sound?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Like a girl. Raymond.  Why don't you 
                pass the time by playing a little 

Uh oh.

                                        CUT TO:


Senator Iselin spots Senator Jordan who has just arrived. Jordan wears 
an ordinary suit instead of a costume.  Iselin greets him.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                Tom!  Tom boy!  Tom boy, so great 
                you could come!

Jordan reluctantly shakes Iselin's hand.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                I am here at this fascist rally 
                because my daughter has assured me 
                that it was important to her 
                happiness that I come.  There is no 
                other reason.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                        (pats him on the back)
                Good old Tom!

                                        CUT TO:


Raymond, sitting at a table, turns up the queen of diamonds and stops 
playing solitaire.  Mrs. Iselin sits across the room, watching him.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Raymond.  The time has come for us 
                to have a serious discussion.  We 

There's a KNOCK at the door.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                What is it?

                                SENATOR ISELIN (o.s.)
                It's me, babe, Johnny.  Tom Jordan's 
                here, I need you.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                I'll be right out.

                                SENATOR ISELIN (o.s.)
                Who's in there with you, anyway?

                                MRS. ISELIN

                                SENATOR ISELIN (o.s.)
                Well, hurry up, will you?  We've got 
                work to do out here.

Mrs. Iselin rises, approaches Raymond, and takes the queen of diamonds.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                I'll take this one with me, dear. It 
                might bring mischief if I leave it.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, Mother.

Mrs. Iselin crosses to the door, unlocks and opens it, and turns to 

                                MRS. ISELIN
                I'll be back as soon as I can.

Mrs. Iselin exits, leaving Raymond alone.  Well, not entirely alone:  a 
woman stands in the yard, outside a nearby door, peering in through the 
glass at Raymond.  We see only her face.  It's Jocie, as beautiful as 
ever.  She opens the door. Raymond turns and sees her.

                I've been watching you through the 
                window.  When I saw you, my heart 
                almost shot out of my body.  I sent 
                Daddy around the front way.  I had 
                to see you alone.

Raymond twitches badly as he stares at her.  We PAN DOWN from her face 
to see what Raymond sees: a gigantic queen of diamonds.  By some cosmic 
coincidence, Jocie has chosen to attend this particular costume party as 
the Queen of Diamonds: she wears a cape, leotards, and a large 
papier-mache mock-up of a playing card depicting the queen strapped to 
her torso.  Raymond rises and crosses to her.  

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Jocie.  Oh, Jocie.

They embrace and kiss deeply.

                                        CUT TO:


The party's in full swing.  Senator Iselin, a drink in his hand, plays 
limbo. Mrs. Iselin's hook is the limbo stick, held by a couple of good 
looking women in belly dancer outfits.  Though drunk, Iselin manages to 
dance under the stick, tipping his stovepipe hat as he does.  The 
guests APPLAUD.  Senator Jordan grimaces in disgust at all this and 
looks very uncomfortable.  The women lower the stick and Senator 
Iselin tries again but this time, he staggers to his knees.  Mrs. 
Iselin decides he's had enough and takes the hook away from the women. 
Senator Jordan walks off.  

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (to the women)
                Thank you.  

Mrs. Iselin pulls Senator Iselin aside.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Come on, lover.  
                        (off his cocktail)
                Now, why don't you just take that 
                somewhere very quietly and drink 

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                But, babe, I...

                                MRS. ISELIN
                All right, dear.  Run along.  The 
                grown-ups have to talk.

The senator watches as Mrs. Iselin takes off after Jordan.

                                        CUT TO:


Mrs. Iselin joins Senator Jordan outside the tent.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                How good of you to come, Tom.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                I have explained to your husband why 
                I am here.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Tom, I know you have very strong
                personal feelings about Johnny.  And 
                about me.  What I would like to find 
                out is how strong they really are.  
                To put it as simply as possible, if 
                Johnny's name were put forward at the 
                convention next week, would you 
                attempt to block him?

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                You're joking, of course?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Mr. Stevenson makes jokes.  I do not.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                You're seriously trying for the 
                nomination for Johnny?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                No.  We couldn't make it.  But I 
                think he has a good chance for the 
                second spot.  I've answered your 
                question but you haven't answered 

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                What question?

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Will you block us?

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                Will I block you?    I would spend 
                every cent I own and all I could 
                borrow to block you.  There are 
                people who think of Johnny as a 
                clown and a buffoon.  But I do not.  
                I despise John Iselin and everything 
                that Iselinism has come to stand for.  
                I think if John Iselin were a paid 
                Soviet agent he could not do more to 
                harm this country than he's doing 
                now.  You asked me a question.  Very 
                well.  I'll answer you.  If you 
                attempt to deal with the delegates 
                or cause Johnny's name to be brought 
                forward on the ticket or if in my 
                canvass of the delegates tomorrow 
                morning by telephone I find that 
                you're so acting, I will bring 
                impeachment proceedings against your 
                husband on the floor of the United 
                States Senate.  And I will hit him, 
                I promise you, with everything in my 
                well-documented book.

Mrs. Iselin throws her shepherd's hook to the ground and stalks away 
angrily.  Senator Jordan watches her go.

                                        CUT TO:


Mrs. Iselin enters the library carrying the queen of diamonds.  She's 
shocked to find that Raymond is gone.  And even more shocked to find 
Jocie's giant papier-mache playing card of the queen of diamonds lying 

                                        CUT TO:


That same night, Marco sits at a dining room table, handling a deck of 
cards. Rosie enters from the kitchen with two glasses and a bottle of 
wine.  Marco fans the deck and holds it out to Rosie.

                For one million bucks, pick a card.

                Oh, Benny.  Card tricks?  If I'd've 
                known that--

                Pick a card.

Rosie picks a card and holds it to her body without looking at it.

                Queen of diamonds.

Rosie looks at the card.  It's the queen of diamonds.

                That's pretty good.  How did you do 

Marco winks, fans the deck, and holds up the cards to her: every card in 
the deck is the queen of diamonds.

                This is what is known, my dear girl, 
                as a force deck.  This deck of 
                cards is often employed by a 
                professional magician to simplify 
                his problem of guessing the card 
                picked by the little old lady in the 
                third row.  Also employed by Army 
                Intelligence officers who--  Rosie.


                Let's get married.

                We certainly are in good spirits 
                tonight, aren't we?

Rosie retreats to the kitchen. Marco grabs the wine bottle and a glass 
and follows her.

                Yes, we are.  Tomorrow's the big day.  
                Lunch with Raymond.  Have a nice 
                little game of solitaire and a nice 
                long chat about the good old days in 

Marco pours himself a glass of wine while Rosie fixes two plates of 

                And some old Chinese and Russian 
                friends of ours.  Then a suggestion 
                or two that'll rip out all of the 
                        (drinks some wine)
                And then, dear girl, it's over.  All 
                over.  What's the matter? Don't you 
                want to?

                Want to what?

                Get married.  Why don't you pay 
                attention to me when I speak to you?


                Oh, Benny, I want to marry you more 
                than I want to go on eating Italian 
                food.  Which'll give you some idea.

Rosie kisses Marco, then heads for the dining room with the plates.  
Marco follows.

                Well, then why don't we get with it, 
                kiddo?  You know, arranging for the 
                papers, the blood test, posting the 
                banns, figure out what we're gonna 
                name the kids, renting the rice, buy 
                the ring, call the folks.


                You neither?

                Mm mm.


                Uh huh.  I used to be convinced that 
                as a baby I was the sole survivor of 
                a spaceship that overshot Mars.

                Very sexy stuff.  Very, very sexy.

Marco kisses Rosie.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


The next day.  Marco, in uniform, stands and waits for Raymond.  He's 
surprised to see Raymond enter with his arm around Jocie -- both still 
wear their costumes from the previous night and Raymond is a changed 
man -- uncharacteristically happy.  Raymond and Jocie, in turn, are 
surprised to see Marco.  

                                RAYMOND SHAW

                Hello, Raymond.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Ben, I want-- I want you to meet 
                Jocie.  Remember I told you about 
                        (to Jocie) 
                Uh, this is my friend Major Ben Marco.

                Miss Jordan.

                How do you do, Major?  Only it's not 
                Miss Jordan anymore, it's Mrs. Shaw.  
                Mrs. Raymond Shaw.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                We flew to Maryland last night.  We 
                got married.  We just got back.  
                Well...?  Aren't you going to pop 
                champagne or dance in the streets 
                or, well, at least kiss the bride.

                Congratulations, Mrs. Shaw.

                Thank you, Major.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                My God, Ben, isn't she beautiful 
                though?  Isn't she?  And am I not 
                the luckiest guy in the world?  I 
                mean, the whole world?

                You don't have to answer that, Major.  
                Anyway, I'm the one who's lucky.


Raymond puts an arm around Jocie and escorts her in the direction of 
the kitchen.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (to Jocie)
                Listen, darling, there must be some, 
                uh, beer or champagne or penicillin 
                eye drops, or some anchovies in the 
                icebox.  Crack open whatever it is.  
                The three of us absolutely got to 
                have a drink.  Come on, bustle.  
                Make like a housewife.  

Jocie watches as a happy Raymond crosses to his bedroom, talking to 
Marco as he removes his coat.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (to Marco) 
                I'll get out of this idiot suit.  
                Ben!  Ben, you should have seen the 
                judge's face.  There we were, the 
                Queen of Diamonds and me looking like 
                -- oh, I don't know -- like Gaucho 
                Gaucho Marx?  Ben.  Ben, I 
                just made a joke.  Not a very good 
                joke, I admit, but a joke.  Ben, 
                in all the years that you've known 
                me, have you ever heard me make a 
                joke?  Well, I just made one.  
                Gaucho Marx.  Me!  Ha!  Big day.  
                Mark that down in your book.  

Raymond crosses back to Jocie.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Raymond Shaw got married and he made 
                a joke.  

Raymond kisses an amused Jocie on the forehead, pats her butt, and 
happily crosses back into his bedroom.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Gaucho Marx.

Raymond closes the bedroom door behind him, leaving a sober Marco to 
confront Jocie.

                Queen of diamonds?  What did he mean 
                the queen of diamonds?

                My costume.  I came to this costume 
                party as the queen of diamonds.  I 
                couldn't think what to wear and then 
                I saw this big playing card in a 
                shop window on--

                Mrs. Shaw.

                Oh, please, Major.  Jocie.  You call 
                me Jocie, I'll call you Ben.

                Mrs. Shaw.  Jocie.  The reason I 
                came here this morning is to ask
                Raymond to voluntarily put himself 
                under arrest.


                Well, maybe not under arrest.  That's 
                pretty strong but... To surrender 
                himself for some questioning.

                Questioning?  What kind of 

                Raymond is sick, Mrs. Shaw.  In a 
                kind of a special way.  He doesn't 
                even realize it himself.

                Sick?  He's not sick.  He's the 
                healthiest man I've ever seen in my 
                whole life.  You can-you can tell 
                that by just looking at him.

                That's not the kind of sick I mean.

                Well, you're wrong, Ben.  You're 
                wrong.  He's tied up inside in a 
                thousand knots, I know that, but--  
                You can see for yourself how he is 
                with me.  

                Oh, God.

                Ben.  We were married just six hours 
                ago.  We've been in cars and offices 
                and airplanes ever since.

                What were your--  What are your 

                Well, there's an inn.  Bedford 
                House, near Bedford Village.  It's 
                about an hour from here.  There's 
                hardly anyone there this early in 
                the season and we've already wired 
                for a room.  Ben, you've got to 
                believe me and trust me. I can make 
                him well.

                I'll give you forty-eight hours.  
                You have him back here day after 
                tomorrow.  I'll talk to him then.  
                After that, we'll see.

                Oh, thank you, Ben.  
                        (kisses Marco)
                Thank you and God bless you.

Marco watches Jocie walk off.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Jocie, lying in bed, gazes lovingly over at Raymond who lies beside her 
with his eyes shut.


After a moment, Raymond opens his eyes and likes what he 

                                RAYMOND SHAW

                Nothing.  Just 'darling.'

They hold hands, clearly very much in love.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Later that morning, Raymond drinks orange juice at the breakfast table.  
Jocie sneaks up from behind, puts her arms around him, and kisses him on 
the cheek.  She reaches over and turns on a small TV set, then nuzzles 
his neck.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                My dear girl, have you noticed that 
                the human race is divided into  two 
                distinct and irreconcilable groups? 
                Those who walk into rooms and 
                automatically turn television sets 
                on, and those who walk into rooms 
                and automatically turn them off.  

Jocie laughs.

                                RAYMOND SHAW 
                You know, the problem is they 
                usually marry each other, which 
                naturally causes a great deal--

As Jocie sits at the table, the image on TV screen comes into focus: 
it's a news program.  The couple turn their attention to it at once.

                                TV NEWSMAN
                ...daughter of Senator Thomas Jordan 
                and Korean War hero Raymond Shaw, 
                stepson of Senator John Iselin.  

Jocie and Raymond smile, first at the TV and then at each other.  Jocie 
sits in Raymond's lap and kisses him.

                                TV NEWSMAN
                It appears however that this 
                Montague-Capulet [?] will have 
                little effect on the feud now raging 
                between the two party leaders.  From 
                his campaign headquarters this 
                morning, Senator Iselin stepped up 
                his charges against the leader of 
                the group attempting to block his 

Raymond watches the TV with increasing disgust as Senator Iselin's face 

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                I now charge this man, Thomas 
                Jordan... with high treason!  And I 
                assure you the moment the Senate 
                reconvenes, I shall move for this 
                man Jordan's impeachment!  And after 
                that, a civil trial!

Iselin continues to ramble on ("The verdict of which can only be a 
resounding... guilty!", etc.) but Raymond has clearly heard enough.  He 
and Jocie rise.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (his old intense self)
                Come on, get dressed. We're driving 
                down to New York. Go straight to your 
                father's house.  Please convey my 
                personal apologies to him.  I'll join 
                you there later.

Raymond begins to leave.

                What are you going to do?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Something I should have done a long 
                time ago.  I'm going to beat that 
                vile, slandering, son of a numbskull 
                to a bloody pulp.

Raymond gives the TV set a dirty look.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Mrs. Iselin is on the telephone when Raymond angrily bursts in.

                                RAYMOND SHAW

Mrs. Iselin hangs up and quickly crosses to the desk upon which sits 
the bust of Lincoln.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                That vile, slandering husband of 
                yours!  Where is he?

Mrs. Iselin opens a drawer in the desk revealing a deck of cards.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Darling, something very important 
                has come up.  There's something you 
                have to do.

Mrs. Iselin removes the cards.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


In the middle of the night, Raymond, dressed in dark clothes, climbs up 
the steps to Senator Jordan's front door.

                                        CUT TO:


In the kitchen, Senator Jordan, in robe and slippers, fixes himself a 
late night snack.  He hears Raymond enter the building.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                Who is it?

Raymond is visible from the kitchen, standing inside the front door with 
a hand in his inside jacket pocket.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                It's me, sir.

Raymond and Jordan meet each other halfway.  They stand together in 
the hallway.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                        (glad to see him)
                Raymond, my boy!  Jocie waited up as 
                long as she could.  She turned in 
                about a quarter to two.  She told me 
                the good news.  Raymond.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, sir?

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                I want to offer you my 
                congratulations and welcome you to 
                the family.  I've been watching my 
                daughter's face all evening.  She's 
                a very happy girl.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Thank you, sir.

Jordan heads back to the kitchen.  Raymond follows and stands in the 
kitchen doorway as Jordan raids the icebox for some butter.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                Come with me.  I'll pour some good 
                whiskey on you to celebrate your 
                wedding.  Soothe you after a trying 
                day.  Any number of good reasons.  
                Some whiskey in that cabinet beside 
                you.  Help yourself.  I only hope 
                you haven't been too upset by these 
                idiotic attacks of Iselin.  

Jordan fails to see Raymond pull a gun -- equipped with a silencer -- 
from his inside jacket pocket.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                Actually, I take the position that 
                any attack by Iselin is a great 
                honor.  Actually, I haven't had so 
                much supporting mail in the Senate 
                in the last twenty-two years.

Jordan, taking a carton of milk from the icebox, suddenly sees the gun.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I'm very glad to hear that, sir.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                What the hell is that in your hand?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                It's a pistol, sir.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                That a silencer?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, sir.

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                Why are you carrying a pistol?  

Some artwork of an American eagle hangs on the kitchen wall above 
Raymond as he points the gun at Senator Jordan.  

                                SENATOR JORDAN
                Raymond!  What are you--?

The senator raises his hand as Raymond SHOOTS him.  The bullet passes 
through the milk carton and into the senator's heart.  Milk pours out of 
the bullet hole as the senator slowly collapses to the floor.  Raymond 
approaches the body and points the gun at the senator's head.  Just then,
Jocie comes running down the stairs.

                Daddy!  What is it?

Jocie reaches the bottom of the stairs just in time to see Raymond FIRE a 
bullet through her father's head, finishing him off.

                Raymond!  No!  Raymond, don't!

Raymond turns and sees Jocie standing in the hallway. Without 
hesitation, he FIRES, dropping her with one shot. Raymond walks 
zombie-like toward the front door, stepping over Jocie's lifeless body, 
and exits. We hold on the two dead bodies as we hear the front door 

                                        CUT TO:


Raymond walks stiffly down the front steps, putting his gun back in his 
jacket pocket.  He continues down the sidewalk. Tears stream down his 

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


The next day, Marco enters Rosie's apartment carrying a copy of that 
morning's New York Post.  Rosie, lying in bed, hears him.


Rosie sees that Marco, dressed in uniform, has an odd look on his face.

                Ben.  What is it?

                Raymond Shaw shot and killed his 
                wife early this morning.

Rosie takes the newspaper from him and looks at a headline reading:

                SENATOR JORDAN 
                AND DAUGHTER 
                FOUND DEAD

                I-i-it doesn't say--

                I know.  It wasn't Raymond that 
                really did it.  In a way, it was me.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


Note-taking reporters quietly crowd around an uncharacteristically 
reserved Senator Iselin.

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                As you can well understand, 
                gentlemen, my wife is prostrate over 
                the loss of this dear and wonderful 
                girl whom she loved as a daughter.

                And your stepson, Senator.  Where is 

                                SENATOR ISELIN
                My...  my son Raymond's in retreat.  
                Praying for strength, understanding, 
                to try and carry on somehow.

                                        CUT TO:


In the intelligence office, the image of a massive crowd outside the 
national party convention at Madison Square Garden fills a TV screen.  A 
telephone RINGS. Intelligence operatives chat with one another while one 
takes the call. 

                                INTELLIGENCE MAN
                        (calls to Marco)
                Ben!  It's for you.

Marco leaves the deck of cards he's playing with and grabs the phone.

                        (into the phone)
                Major Marco speaking.

Throughout the phone call, we CUT BACK AND FORTH between Marco at the 
intelligence office and a distraught Raymond who sits in a hotel room 
overlooking the crowded Eighth Avenue entrance to Madison Square Garden.  
The sign on the Garden marquee reads: CONVENTION.  Raymond has a 
newspaper in his lap with a story about the killing.

                                RAYMOND SHAW

                Hi, kid.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                How could anyone--?  Jocie.  How 
                could it happen?

                Where are you, Raymond?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I-I-I think maybe I'm going crazy.  
                I-I'm having terrible dreams like 
                you used to have--

                Where are you, Raymond?  We can't 
                talk on the telephone.  Just tell me 
                where you are.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Uh, I-I'm in a hotel room.  Across 
                from the Garden.  Eighth Avenue side.  
                Room four.

                All right.  Now, listen to me.  Just 
                wait right there.  I'll be there in 
                ten minutes.  Don't move.  Just wait 
                right there.

Marco hangs up and grabs his jacket.  The intelligence men wait for 

                Okay, I'll take him now.  
                Everything's got to move quite 

As Marco puts on his jacket, one of the men offers him a gun.

                No.  I want him to feel like he's 
                safe.  Just give me the pack of 

Someone tosses the cards to Marco who starts out the door but pauses 
when he hears one of the men monitoring the TV coverage of the 
convention say to another:

                                MAN WITH A PIPE
                What do you know?  They just handed 
                the vice-presidential nomination to
                that idiot Iselin.

Iselin appears on the TV screen.  Marco half sighs, half groans at this 
and exits.

                                        CUT TO:


Marco KNOCKS and then opens the hotel room door to find Raymond slumped 
in a chair, asleep.  Marco closes and locks the door.

                Hi, kid.

Raymond awakens with a start and sees Marco.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Who killed... Jocie, Ben?  Tell me.  
                I-I've got to know.

Marco finds himself a chair, sets a small table in front of Raymond, and 
fishes the deck of cards out of his pocket.  He takes them out of their 
box, throws the box on the nearby bed, and offers the deck to Raymond.

                How 'bout passing the time by 
                playing a little solitaire?

Raymond, his hands shaking, takes the cards and starts to deal.  The 
first card he turns face up is, of course, the queen of diamonds.  He 

                All right.  Now, let's start 
                unlocking a few doors.  Let's begin 
                with the patrol.  You didn't save 
                our lives and take out an enemy
                company or anything like that, did 
                you, Raymond?  Did you?

                                RAYMOND SHAW

                What happened?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                The patrol was taken by a Russian 
                airborne unit and flown by 
                helicopter across the Manchurian 
                border to a place called Tunghwa.  
                We were worked on for three days by 
                a team of specialists from the 
                Pavlov Institute in Moscow.  

Raymond's face drips with sweat.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                They developed a technique for 
                descent into the unconscious mind, 
                part light-induced, part drug--

                Never mind all that.  Not now.  Tell 
                me what else happened at Tunghwa.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                We were drilled for three days.  We 
                were made to memorize the details of 
                the imaginary action.

                What else?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                And I strangled Ed Mavole and shot 
                Bobby Lembeck.

Raymond's face twitches.

                One red queen works pretty good.  
                Let's see what we get with two of 
                'em.  Keep playing.

Raymond deals. Another queen of diamonds.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Then I killed Mr. Gaines.  It was 
                just a test.  It didn't matter who I 
                killed.  They picked him to see if 
                all the linkages still worked before 
                they turned me over to my American 
                operator.  And that business about 
                jumping in the lake, it really did 
                happen.  It was an accident.  
                Something somebody said in the bar 
                accidentally triggered it.

                Keep playing.

Another queen of diamonds.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Then I killed Senator Jordan.  And 
                after that--

Raymond grimaces as he realizes what he's done.

                You are to forget everything that 
                happened at the senator's house.  
                Do you understand, Raymond?  You'll 
                only remember it when I tell you so.  
                You are to forget about it.  You 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, sir.

                Now, Raymond.  Now the big one: why?  
                Why is all of this being done?  What 
                have they built you to do?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I don't know.  

Marco shuts his eyes in frustration.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                I don't think anybody really knows 
                except... Berezovo in Moscow.  And 
                my American operator here.  But 
                whatever it is, it's supposed to 
                happen soon.  Right at the 
                convention.  Maybe... I don't know. 
                They can make me do anything, Ben.  
                Can't they?  Anything.

                We'll see, kid. We'll see what they 
                can do and we'll see what we can do. 
                So the red queen is our baby. Well, 
                take a look at this, kid... 

Marco grabs the cards, fans the entire deck, and holds it up to Raymond.

                Fifty-two of them! Take a good look 
                at 'em, Raymond. Look at 'em.  And 
                while you're looking, listen. This 
                is me, Marco, talking. Fifty-two red 
                queens and me are telling you-- you 
                know what we're telling you? It's 
                over! The links, their beautifully 
                conditioned links are smashed. 
                They're smashed as of now because we 
                say so.  Because we say they are to 
                be smashed. We're bustin' up the 
                joint, we're tearing out all the 
                wires. We're busting it up so good 
                all the queen's horses and all the 
                queen's men will never put old 
                Raymond back together again. You 
                don't work any more. That's an 
                order. Anybody invites you to a game 
                of solitaire, you tell 'em:  Sorry, 
                buster, the ball game is over.

The telephone RINGS.  Raymond, apparently free of the brainwashing, 
glances in the direction of the phone.  Marco nods for him to pick it 
up.  Raymond rises, crosses to the phone, and answers.  He listens for a
moment, then covers the receiver with his hand.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                        (to Marco) 
                It's time for my American operator to 
                give me the plan.  
                        (into the phone) 
                Yes.  Yes, I understand, Mother.

Marco, stunned, stares at Raymond as he hangs up.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                She wants me to go.  There's a car 
                waiting for me downstairs.  The 
                convention's adjourned.  It 
                reconvenes at nine for the 
                acceptance speeches.  I don't think 
                anything will happen until then.  
                I'd better go now.

Raymond starts to leave.  Marco reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls 
out a pen and notepad.

                Here's a number.

Marco writes a phone number on the pad, tears out the page, and gives it 
to Raymond.

                I've got five hundred people at my 
                disposal, a thousand if I need them.  
                You call me at that number.  Try to 
                call me by eight-thirty.  Or as soon 
                as you find out whatever it is they 
                want you to do.  I'll be waiting.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Yes, sir.

Raymond heads for the door.


Raymond pauses and turns back to Marco.

                Remember, Raymond, the wires have 
                been pulled.  They can't touch you 
                anymore.  You're free.

Raymond doesn't look convinced.  He turns and exits.  Marco watches him 
leave, wondering if he's done the right thing.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


The giant queen of diamonds from Jocie's costume still lies in the 
library.  Mrs. Iselin sits, smoking a cigarette, and outlines the plan 
to Raymond who sits silently across from her.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                It has been decided that you will 
                be dressed as a priest... to help 
                you get away in the pandemonium 
                afterwards.  Chunjin will give you 
                a two-piece Soviet Army sniper's 
                rifle that fits nicely into a 
                special bag.  There's a spotlight 
                booth that won't be in use.  It's 
                up under the roof on the Eighth 
                Avenue side of the Garden.  You 
                will have absolutely clear, 
                protected shooting.  
                You are to shoot the presidential 
                nominee through the head.  And 
                Johnny will rise gallantly to his 
                feet and lift Ben Arthur's body in 
                his arms, stand in front of the 
                microphones and begin to speak.  
                The speech is short.  But it's the 
                most rousing speech I've ever read.  
                It's been worked on, here and in 
                Russia, on and off, for over eight 
                years.  I shall force someone to 
                take the body away from him and 
                Johnny will really hit those 
                microphones and those cameras with 
                blood all over him, fighting off 
                anyone who tries to help him, 
                defending America even if it means 
                his own death, rallying a nation of 
                television viewers to hysteria, to 
                sweep us up into the White House 
                with powers that will make martial 
                law seem like anarchy.  Now, this 
                is very important.  I want the 
                nominee to be dead two minutes 
                after he begins his acceptance 
                speech -- depending on his reading 
                time under pressure.  You are to 
                hit him right at the point that he 
                finishes the phrase, "Nor would I 
                ask of any fellow American in 
                defense of his freedom that which I 
                would not gladly give myself -- my 
                life before my liberty."  Is that 
                absolutely clear?

Raymond nods his head.  Mrs. Iselin crosses slowly to him.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                Would you repeat it for me, Raymond?

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                Nor would I ask of any fellow 

                                MRS. ISELIN
       defense of his freedom...

                                RAYMOND SHAW
       defense of his freedom...

                                MRS. ISELIN
                ...that which I would not gladly 

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                ...that which I would not gladly 

                                MRS. ISELIN

                                RAYMOND SHAW

                                MRS. ISELIN

                                RAYMOND SHAW

                                MRS. ISELIN
                ...before my liberty.

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                ...before my liberty.

Mrs. Iselin touches her son's head, then sits down before him and takes 
his hands in hers.  The giant queen of diamonds is visible in the 
background between them.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                I know you will never entirely 
                comprehend this, Raymond.  But you 
                must believe I did not know it 
                would be you.  I served them.  I 
                fought for them.  I'm on the point 
                of winning for them the greatest 
                foothold they will ever have in 
                this country.  And they paid me 
                back by taking your soul away from 
                you.  I told them to build me an 
                assassin.  I wanted a killer from a 
                world filled with killers and they 
                chose you.  Because they thought it 
                would bind me closer to them.  

Mrs. Iselin pulls Raymond closer to her.  She takes his face in her 

                                MRS. ISELIN
                But now we have come almost to the 
                end.  One last step.  And then, 
                when I take power, they will be 
                pulled down and ground into dirt 
                for what they did to you.  And what 
                they did in so contemptuously 
                underestimating me.

Mrs. Iselin kisses her son: on the forehead, the cheek, and -- most 
intensely -- on the lips.

                                        CUT TO:


A huge banner bearing the faces of Vice Presidential nominee John Yerkes 
Iselin and Presidential nominee Benjamin K. Arthur is hoisted into the 
air, above a mostly empty Madison Square Garden.  Workmen ready last 
minute details in preparation for that evening's live telecast.  They 
make a lot of NOISE.  Raymond, wearing a black hat, dressed as a priest, 
and carrying a special briefcase, walks past the MAIN STAGE where 
workers position chairs and technicians check microphones.

                One, two, three, four, five, six...

The mikes deliver some wicked FEEDBACK.

WIPE TO Raymond strolling among the EMPTY SEATS.  He walks by a woman 
wiping down the seats with a towel and heads up the many steps to the 
nosebleed section.  He walks past the Garden's gigantic public address 
SPEAKERS as the technicians test them.

                                TECHNICIAN (o.s.)
                Testing. One, two, three, four, five, 

Raymond walks past cases of soda pop bottles stacked up in the VENDORS' 
AREA and continues up a last flight of stairs. 

WIPE TO a BIRD'S-EYE VIEW of the Garden as Raymond makes his way up into 
the nosebleed section.

WIPE TO Raymond opening a door marked "NO".  He crosses a metal CATWALK 
high up in the rafters.

                                TECHNICIAN (o.s.)
                Hit the lights!

                                ANOTHER TECHNICIAN (o.s.)

Lights positioned on the ceiling come on as Raymond crosses the catwalk 
above them.  Finally, he enters an empty SPOTLIGHT BOOTH, looks it over, 
and closes the door behind him.  He peers out the booth's window at the 
stage far below.  

                                TECHNICIAN (o.s.)
                Lights out!

                                ANOTHER TECHNICIAN (o.s.)

Raymond retreats from the window and sits on a step.  The briefcase is 
in his lap.  He checks his watch.

                                        CUT TO:


The clock on the wall reads 8:44.  Marco glares at it and starts pacing 
the nearly empty intelligence room.  All the agents are at the 
convention.  Only Marco and the Colonel remain.  The Colonel sits, 
watching TV.

                Why hasn't he called?

                It was a calculated risk, Ben.  You 
                were right to take it.

                Even if it's not true, it's nice of 
                you to say it.

Marco looks at the TV: conventioneers carry signs reading BIG JOHN, etc.

                Garden's filling up.

                Take it easy.

                Eight forty-four.

                I know.

Marco frowns at the screen where one of the army intelligence men, 
wearing a stovepipe hat and a fake Lincoln beard (like many of the 
Iselin supporters), dances with some women on the crowded convention 

                If Steinkamp doesn't take off that 
                stupid hat and stop messin' around
                with those broads, I'm gonna bust him 
                into a PFC.

                Easy, Ben.

                Okay, Milt. I blew it.

Marco POUNDS on a table and starts to chew himself out.

                I blew it.  My magic is better than 
                your magic!  I should've known 
                better.  Intelligence officer!  
                Stupidity officer is better.  
                Pentagon ever wants to open up a 
                stupidity division, they know who 
                they can get to lead it.  Milt, 
                Raymond was theirs, he is theirs, 
                and he'll always be theirs.

                There's time.  He may still call.

                        (stops pacing)
                For money?


                That's what I figured.

Marco and the Colonel stare at each other from across the room.

                Let's get the hell out of here.

                Right, Ben.  Let's go.

Marco grabs his jacket.  The Colonel jumps up.

                                        CUT TO:


Marco and the Colonel pull up in car with a WAILING SIREN.  They jump 
out and run into the Garden.

                                        CUT TO:


The place is a madhouse.  People in straw hats carry signs, posters, 
umbrellas, you-name-it, with the names or images of Iselin and/or 
Benjamin K. Arthur.  They dance in a conga line.  Marco and the Colonel 
thread their way through this massive crowd.  The NOISE is incredible.

In the far quieter SPOTLIGHT BOOTH, Raymond sits silently, a blank 
expression on his face.

On the MAIN STAGE, the newsreel and television cameras record the 
arrival of Mr. and Mrs. BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR. Gray haired, middle-aged, 
Arthur looks rather presidential. Right behind them: Senator and Mrs. 
Iselin. Both couples do a lot of handshaking, smiling, waving to the 
crowd, etc.

On the CONVENTION FLOOR, people wave signs with the names of their home 

Marco and the Colonel rush up some STEPS to survey the crowd.

In the SPOTLIGHT BOOTH, Raymond hasn't moved a muscle.

On the MAIN STAGE, policemen hold back the crowd to keep them from 
crushing the Iselins.  Senator Iselin looks uncomfortable.

Marco and the Colonel push their way through the thick crowd.

Mrs. Iselin leads her visibly nervous husband across the MAIN STAGE.

Marco and the Colonel press through the confetti-covered crowd.

Photographers line up to take pictures of the Iselins and the Arthurs.

Raymond rises and crosses to the window of the SPOTLIGHT BOOTH.

Marco and the Colonel pause to survey the scene.

An increasingly rapid series of FLASH CUTS:

with various VIEWS of the teeming crowds. Uniformed police officers 
stand around a plainclothes intelligence man who wears a straw hat and 
fake Lincoln beard while holding a large walkie-talkie to his ear. 
Vermont cheerleaders dancing with their pompons. Marco and the Colonel 
scanning the crowd nervously.  Arthur and Iselin shaking hands for the 
benefit of the cameras.  A sign that reads:

                AMERICA FIRST
                SECOND & THIRD
                ACROSS THE BOARD
                WITH JOHNNY ISELIN!

A man with both arms in the air standing by a sign that sports a photo 
of Arthur above the words BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR. A straw-hatted woman 
waving. People smiling and cheering. Confetti falling on a smiling man 
wearing eyeglasses.  The FLASH CUTS end with Marco and the Colonel in 
the CROWD standing by helplessly.

                Milt, I tell you, you gotta stop 
                this thing!

                Stop it?  How can I stop it? On

A young woman who's having too much fun playfully pulls the Colonel's 
cap off and puts it on her head.  He snatches it back and she 

                If there was a bomb planted here, 
                'n' you got a tip that there was, 
                you'd stop it fast enough.  You'd 
                empty the White House if you had to.  
                I tell you, there's a bomb here, a 
                time bomb that's just waiting to go 

As Raymond opens the window in the SPOTLIGHT BOOTH, a nicely-timed DRUM 
ROLL begins.

                Ladies and gentlemen, our national 

A SOPRANO begins SINGING "The Star-Spangled Banner" and the entire 
Garden grinds to a halt.  As required by custom, Marco and the Colonel 
stand stock still and stiffly salute but awkwardly continue to scan the 
crowd as best they can with their eyes.

Raymond switches on a small hanging light bulb in the dark SPOTLIGHT 

The Iselins stand stiffly on the STAGE as the anthem continues.  Senator 
Iselin fidgets nervously.

Raymond positions his briefcase by the SPOTLIGHT BOOTH window.

On the STAGE, Senator Iselin continues to fidget.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (whispers to Iselin)
                Stop twitching.  Raymond never 
                missed with a rifle in his life.

Marco stiffly salutes while his eyes roll left and right, scanning the 

Senator Iselin is developing a nervous tic.

Raymond opens the briefcase revealing the rifle within.

Senator Iselin now perspires profusely.

Marco and the Colonel don't look so good either.

Raymond takes the rifle's parts out of the briefcase.

Marco glances up in the direction of the spotlight booth but sees 
nothing unusual.

Raymond puts the rifle together.

Mrs. Iselin is as cool as her husband is not.

Raymond affixes a telescopic site to the rifle.

Mrs. Iselin sees her husband's still fidgeting.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (whispers to Iselin)
                We're in like Flynn, lover.

Marco continues to peer around as the anthem nears its end.

Raymond, having assembled the rifle, peers out the window.

Mercifully, the soprano finishes the song to a round of APPLAUSE.

Immediately, Marco and the Colonel stop saluting and twist around to 
scan the crowd behind them.

Raymond stands stock still, the gun in his hands.

Everyone on the main stage sits down except for the CONVENTION CHAIRMAN 
who approaches the microphones.

Raymond works the bolt on the rifle.

The Convention Chairman stands at the podium.

                                CONVENTION CHAIRMAN
                Ladies and gentlemen...

The Iselins sit to the right of the podium.

                                MRS. ISELIN
                        (whispers to Iselin)
                Just take it easy.

                                CONVENTION CHAIRMAN
                ... I give you the next president of 
                the United States!  Benjamin K. 

As the Convention Chairman speaks the nominee's name, nearly all of the 
lights in Madison Square Garden dim.  The small light bulb in Raymond's 
booth shines visibly from the window in the darkness.

SPOTLIGHTS, MUSIC, and CHEERS greet Benjamin K. Arthur as he rises, 
waves a flag, shakes the chairman's hand, and advances to the podium to 
begin his acceptance speech. Security guards, police officers, 
intelligence operatives, Marco, the Colonel, etc., all keep their eyes 

Raymond prepares to load the rifle.

Marco again glances in the direction of the spotlight booth. With all 
the darkness, he can now see the light shining from the window.

From MARCO'S POV, we ZOOM toward the light coming from the window of 
the little booth.

Marco, playing a hunch, rushes off to investigate, leaving the Colonel 

Arthur stands before the mikes.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                Ladies and gentlemen.  Delegates...  

Raymond loads a wicked looking bullet into the rifle.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                My fellow Americans...  

Marco races alongside the enraptured crowd.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                It is with great humility...

Senator Iselin shifts uncomfortably in his chair.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ... albeit with enormous pride ...

Raymond loads another bullet.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ... and with a sense of the job to 
                be done...

Marco runs up a flight of stairs.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ... that I most humbly and most 

Raymond loads a third bullet.  Arthur addresses a forest of ARTHUR FOR 

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ... accept this nomination...

Marco rockets past the Garden's gigantic public address SPEAKERS as they 
amplify the speech.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ... for the highest office in our 

The crowd CHEERS.  Raymond has finished loading the rifle and now removes 
his hat.  The Iselins sit to the right of the podium, awaiting the big 

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                It is with the full awareness that...

Raymond raises and aims the rifle.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ... the four years that lie ahead 
                for this country...

We see Arthur from RAYMOND'S POV -- through the cross-hairs of the 
gun's site.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ... are, in a sense, the crucial 
                years, the years -- if I may borrow 
                Mr. Churchill's phrase -- the years 
                of decision.  

Marco is a tiny moving figure against a huge, motionless crowd as he 
races through the Garden.
                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                And, if I may be permitted a phrase 
                of my own...

Senator Iselin licks his lips.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ... the years of striving ...

Arthur gestures emphatically on the word "striving."  Marco huffs and 
puffs up another flight of stairs.  Raymond adjusts the site.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ... for it is not what hasn't been 
                done in the past or what may be 
                done against the far horizons of 
                some distant future but what will 
                be done now!

The Iselins and everyone else APPLAUD.  Marco barrels down an empty 
hallway, rounds a corner, and CRASHES into one of Madison Square 
Garden's crack team of refreshment vendors who crowd around the VENDORS' 
AREA.  Marco knocks the poor man over -- along with a case or two of 
soda pop bottles -- then runs up the last flight of stairs.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ... [?] My fellow Americans... [?]

The Iselins look expectant.  Raymond looks expectant. Marco reaches the 
door marked "NO," yanks it open and begins to cross the metal CATWALK.  
Arthur has reached the fateful line:

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                Nor would I ask of any fellow 
                American ...

Raymond aims the rifle.  Senator Iselin tugs at his jacket. Mrs. Iselin 
reaches out and puts her hand on his arm to steady him. 

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ... in defense of his freedom-- 

Arthur pauses and COUGHS for several seconds.  Senator Iselin makes a 
face at this.  Mrs. Iselin gives her husband a steely look.  Marco runs 
along the metal catwalk.  Arthur slowly recovers from his coughing spell 
and picks up where he left off.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
                ...that which I would not gladly give 
                myself -- 

FLASH CUTS of Arthur speaking, Raymond aiming, Marco running.

                                BENJAMIN K. ARTHUR
       life before my liberty!

Arthur raises both arms in the air as he hollers this.  We see him from 
RAYMOND'S POV through the gun's site, lined up in the cross-hairs.  
Suddenly, as the crowd CHEERS, the view shifts -- fast and to the right.
The cross-hairs center on Senator Iselin's head.  Raymond FIRES.  The 
bullet hits Iselin right between the eyes.  Raymond rapidly works the 
rifle's bolt and lines up another shot.  A horrified Mrs. Iselin stares up 
into the darkness.  She knows what's coming.  Raymond FIRES again.  Mrs. 
Iselin slumps out of her chair, her hands to her face.  

Marco, on the catwalk, looks down to see pandemonium breaking out.  
People SCREAM.  The Iselins lie on the stage. The crowd panics.  Marco 
presses on toward the spotlight booth.  Raymond works the bolt and gets 
ready to take another shot, if necessary.  But he sees that the Iselins 
are clearly dead.  

Raymond has put the gun down and, standing by the window under the 
single light bulb, ties something around his neck.  As he does, Marco 
yanks open the door to the spotlight booth.  

Startled, Raymond whirls around and points the rifle at a stunned Marco.
Around his neck, Raymond wears his Congressional Medal of Honor.  Marco, 
thoroughly confused, stares at Raymond.  

                                RAYMOND SHAW
                You couldn't've stopped them.  The 
                Army couldn't've stopped them.  So I 
                had to.  That's why I didn't call.  
                Oh, God, Ben.

Raymond instantly turns the rifle on himself.  Marco's eyes go wide.  
The loud rifle SHOT echoes and resolves into a lingering clap of 

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


The noisy THUNDER fades to the gentle SPLASH of rain on a windowpane.  
It is early the next morning.  Marco, still in uniform, stands staring 
out the window as a seated Rosie watches him sympathetically.

                Poor Raymond.  Poor friendless, 
                friendless Raymond.  He was wearing 
                his medal when he died.

Rosie watches Marco turn away from the window.
                You should read some of the 
                citations sometime.  Just read them.  

Marco picks up a book on Medal of Honor winners and opens it at random.

                Taken, eight prisoners, killing four 
                enemy in the process while one leg 
                and one arm was shattered and he 
                could only crawl because the other 
                leg had been blown off.  Edwards.
                        (reads another)
                Wounded five times, dragged himself 
                across the direct fire of three enemy 
                machine guns to pull two of his 
                wounded men to safety amid 
                sixty-nine dead and two hundred and 
                three casualties. Holderman.

Marco closes the book.  After a pause, he decides to create a citation 
of his own.

                Made to commit acts too unspeakable 
                to be cited here... by an enemy who 
                had captured his mind and his soul... 
                he freed himself at last... and, in 
                the end, heroically and 
                unhesitatingly gave his life to save 
                his country.  Raymond Shaw.

Marco SLAMS the book down helplessly.


Marco turns back to the rain-streaked window.  The storm continues.  
One last, lingering clap of THUNDER.

                                        FADE OUT