Seven Days in May Page #18

Senator Clark?

Yeah.

I'm Colonel Henderson,

Colonel Broderick's adjutant.

I didn't think Colonel Broderick

had an adjutant, just a bartender.

I don't understand, sir.

Well, it's just that you're so hospitable

around here.

I got a message yesterday

that you'd call my home.

I didn't connect you with the message

until I found out you were here.

I'm sorry about your having

to stay in your room.

Frankly, I don't understand it,

but the orders were quite specific.

I'll just have to live with it.

As to the call, I was really phoning

for a mutual friend of ours, Jiggs Casey.

Mutt, isn't it?

That's what they call me.

How do you know Jiggs?

He has been up before our committee

a number of times...

...and he's done some favors for me

on occasion.

Could I get you a drink?

Those part of your orders, Colonel?

I don't understand.

To get me snoggered?

No, sir. I just...

These bottles have been coming in

every hour on the hour.

Doesn't that seem a little odd to you?

I mean, keeping me cooped up in here

with a flow of bourbon!

- I don't know what you're saying.

- What do you know?

About what?

Would you sit down and hear me out?

I guess so.

I want to preface this

with an assurance to you.

My mind is sound, even though I've been

cooped up here for a day and a night.

Do you trust Jiggs Casey?

You name it, he can have it, sir. Why?

If he told you something,

would you believe him?

I would, indeed.

All right, then. Check this one out.

When you told Jiggs about ECOMCON

last Monday...

...he'd never heard of it before.

That's funny.

There was a moment, just one moment.

How did you know about

my seeing Jiggs on Monday?

He told me.

He told some other people, too.

He'd never heard of it before.

After you left, Jiggs went over

all the JCS orders for the last year.

There was no record of ECOMCON

or anything like it.

Impossible. Colonel Broderick goes to

Washington all the time to brief the brass.

Not all of the brass.

Not President Lyman, not me.

A very selective briefing.

All you've got to know is this:

The government of the United States is

at the top of the Washington Monument...

...tipping right and left, ready to fall

and break up on the pavement.

Just a handful of men can prevent that.

And you're one of them.

Now you listen to me, Mutt.

I'll tell you the damnedest story

you ever heard.

You're relieved. I'm taking the civilian

in my custody. Go back to the barracks.

Senator Clark.

Post 10.

Give me Colonel Broderick's office.

I'm sorry, but I have orders that the civilian

is not to leave the base.

I'm countermanding those orders,

and escorting the civilian into town.

Sir, I don't know.

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