The Manchurian Candidate Page #7
8/18/03 15.
Raymond Shaw’s suit is expensive and crisp, his hair
perfect. He’s playing solitaire. And winning.
RAYMOND:
(murmurs)
... I am not a professional politician.
I am not a professional politician ...
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-- because once we start overturning our
constitutional protections, our enemies
have won.
RAYMOND:
... I am ... a professional politician.
Not.
KNOCKING on his door -- it opens, and Secret Service AGENT
EVAN ANDERSON removes his key while SEN. ELEANOR SHAW,
pretty and ageless, sweeps in -- closing the door on her
aide (GILLESPIE) --
ELLIE:
Raymond? Darling, what were you going to
do, make me stand out there like room
service?
-- soft curves conceal razor claws and titanium backbone --
she kisses her son on the lips, straightens his collar, his
tie, lets her hands smooth his shirt to his chest for a
little too long, and never stops talking:
ELLIE:
I asked downstairs and Miss Freeman, your
’wrangler’ -- helpful Ms. Freeman -- said
you were up here practicing your speech.
Honestly, I don’t understand why you
insist upon isolating yourself, people
adore you, Raymond, they crave your
company and yet here you are, holed up,
as if you were some kind of emotionally
challenged individual like your father
instead of Raymond Prentiss Shaw, a
handsome, intelligent, people-loving war
hero with a great deal to offer to his
party and his country.
RAYMOND:
No.
ELLIE:
No what? Baby, I haven’t even asked you
a question. Your hair is too flat. And
that tie. The tie is wrong.
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RAYMOND:
No to the question you’re going to ask.
No to all the questions you pretend to
want to ask --
ELLIE:
(the tie)
Something a little less busy.
RAYMOND:
-- and no you may not engage in your
usual back-door political thuggery to
shovel me onto the presidential ticket.
ELLIE:
Oh. You’re not interested? I thought
you were. Did I miss my cue?
RAYMOND:
Of course I’m interested -- I wouldn’t be
here if I wasn’t -- but not if it means
attacking the reputation of a statesman
like Thomas Jordan, which I’m sure was
your plan. Let democracy run its course,
mother. Let the people decide.
Now Ellie stares at him, mouth agape.
RAYMOND:
What.
ELLIE:
I’m sorry, for a second there I thought
it was your father speaking -- that
dreaded Shaw blood rising -- and the
stink of defeat made me nauseous.
RAYMOND:
Mother --
ELLIE:
And excuse me, when have I ever attacked
the honorable Mr. Jordan, despite the
shameful way his daughter misled you that
summer at the shore.
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