Seven Days in May Page #17

I appreciate how you feel,

and deeply appreciate what you've done.

I could never bring myself to use

any of this against Scott.

Suppose it comes down to bare knuckles.

Chris, I'm not prepared

to answer that just now.

Thank God, I don't have to.

For the first time,

I'd say we were on top of it.

Mr. President.

Paul Girard is dead.

Oh, my God!

His plane crashed in the mountains

outside of Madrid.

Any effects?

The wreckage was strewn out

for a couple of miles.

Nothing left of anybody.

You've got to give out

some kind of statement.

- Can I draft one for you?

- What?

About his being away.

Say he was abroad on a vacation.

Don't say any more than that.

I've had two close friends in my life.

I mean, really close.

One was Paul Girard.

The other is Ray Clark.

One of them helped me become president.

This one helped me to remain president.

I've cost Paul Girard his life.

What about Ray Clark? Where is he?

Where in God's name is he?

Now look here, Prentice.

Don't you jolly me, boy.

I'm 24 hours stuck in this oven.

You heard me right, boy.

When I get out of here, you better be ready

with a long list of answers.

You heard me right, boy.

You heard me right.

Yes, Senator.

I agree, sir.

By all means, Senator.

Very well, sir.

Prentice assures me your committee

was notified of the existence of this base.

You were vacationing someplace

off in Georgia...

...getting a change of scene or something.

You better get yourself a change of story

because that don't cut any ice.

I've been doing no vacationing

since Congress has been in session.

There is no record of any ECOMCON base...

...or any designation like it.

Why don't you have yourself a drink

and finish your dinner?

I'll show you around our base

a little later on.

We're mighty proud of it.

I'd like to take that tour right now.

That won't be possible, Senator,

that won't be possible.

But I'll see you later.

We'll look around when it's cooler.

Jordie, boy.

Right now, short of

a Confederate miracle...

...you're going to be walking in a parade

with both your legs cut off.

I'm not going to make matters worse

by getting drunk on the job.

Keep on working.

I will talk with the Consul.

- Are you the American Consul?

- Yes, I'm from the embassy.

- I'm Captain Ortega.

- Henry Whitney.

We are collecting the effects,

but there really isn't very much.

As I told them over the phone, there were

only two American nationals on board.

Mrs. Agnes Buchanan

from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

And a Mr. Paul Girard.

His destination was Washington.

There was no address

on the passenger manifest.

Did you find any effects of the Americans?

Anything at all?

Nothing yet, seor.

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