Thirteen Days Page #2

INT. KENNY'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

A long, narrow affair, window at the back looking out into

the Rose Garden. Kenny dumps his briefcase on the desk,

shucks off his coat, removes a folder from his briefcase,

turns and heads back out...

INT. WEST WING HALLS - CONTINUOUS

And into the warren of offices and halls that is the working

White House. He takes a right, passes the doors to the Oval

Office right next to his office, goes down a long, straight

hall, into...

INT. MANSION - CONTINUOUS

The formal main building, the executive mansion. He passes

the busts of Presidents past, turns left into an elevator.

The doors close.

INT. 3RD FLOOR - FAMILY QUARTERS - DAY

The doors open. Kenny strides out onto a DIFFERENT FLOOR,

the third. He heads down the long, posh hall of the family

quarters. Fine furnishings, art. The living White House.

He approaches the double doors at the end of the hall guarded

by a cluster of SECRET SERVICE AGENTS. An agent opens one of

the doors.

KENNY:

Morning, Floyd.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT

Good morning, Mr. O'Donnell.

INT. PRESIDENT'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Kenny enters the elegant bedroom. The figure alone at a side

table by the window, drinks coffee, breakfast still spread

out before him, Washington Post obscuring his face.

KENNY:

Top o' the morning, Mr. President.

The figure lowers the paper.

It is PRESIDENT JOHN F. KENNEDY. He's wearing boxers and a

tank top. Unshaven. Bed-head.

Kenny O'Donnell, former ward-pol and long-time Kennedy man,

is his Chief of Staff...

THE PRESIDENT:

Morning, Kenny. You see this goddamn

Capehart stuff?

The President rattles the paper. Kenny collapses in the

chair opposite the President, sprawls, comfortable.

KENNY:

Bayh's going to lose, but it's good

groundwork for us for '64.

Kenny steals a piece of buttered toast off the President's

plate. The President spares him a glance.

THE PRESIDENT:

I was eating that.

KENNY:

No you weren't.

THE PRESIDENT:

(scanning the paper)

I was, you bastard.

Kenny takes a defiant bite.

THE PRESIDENT (CONT'D)

So what've we got today?

KENNY:

Today, for your information, is Pulaski

Day. We're going to Buffalo...

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

SUPERIMPOSE:
BUFFALO, NEW YORK

A luxury hotel crowded with LOCAL POLS: the Democratic

machine of Buffalo. Beyond the open floor-to-ceiling

windows, a CROWD. The Pulaski Day Parade, a glimpse of '69s

Americana. High School bands blare Sousa. The scene is

deafening, boisterous. Pols trail Kenny as he crosses the

room:
fast, tough, on-the-go.

POL #1

We're putting up Potowski next time.

Will you guys come out for him?

KENNY:

Who else you got?

POL #2

There's Richardson. Good kid.

KENNY:

Got the touch?

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