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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.
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.
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:
SUPERIMPOSE:
BUFFALO, NEW YORKA 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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