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-Four of a kind.
-What do you got, Melvin?

Yo, Melvin, man, what you gonna do,

you gonna play the cards
or you gonna hatch them?

I ain't gonna hatch them.
I need to run out to the ATM real quick.

There's gotta be a...

Gotta be a 7-Eleven
out there somewhere.

Let me get two.

So why don't we just go directly in.

Right up this route, straight in.

Yes, well, I see the Captain
enjoys the road less travelled.

No, the Captain enjoys
not going down the highway,

dragging his ass so every Tom, Dick
and Qaddafi can take a whack at it.

It's very bad here.

It's bad here, it's still bad here.

And I've heard it's bad right down here.

-Bad everywhere, huh?
-Yeah.

Mines?

Tricky. Swedish-made.

The man didn't say anything
about mines to me.

Sergeant Shaw.

-Sergeant.
-Sir.

Rolling in two minutes.

Yes, sir.

You okay?

Yes, sir.

Two minutes.

Yo, give me two cards, man.

Captain says we're moving out.

So...

Hey, that cat needs a friend. And a hug.

It was just before Desert Storm.

We were on a routine recon
inside Iraqi-controlled terrain,

assessing enemy troop strength

for what Saddam Hussein promised
would be the mother of all wars.

I'm in the lead vehicle
with Sergeant Shaw

and our guide, a civilian contractor

The night is clean Stars, but no moon.

Ambush!

Hang on.

Exit the vehicle! On me! On me!

Get a flare up, Sergeant.

Enemy dismount!
Go after, go after! Stay left!

Covering, covering, covering!

Bear right!

Move it, move it, move it!

Captain Marco!

Sir?

Was you scared?

Scared? Well...

There was really no time to be scared.

With complete disregard
for his own life,

Sergeant Raymond Shaw
engaged single-handedly

an entire company of the enemy.

Sergeant Shaw was awarded
the Medal of Honour.

I signed the recommendation myself.

Yes, sir.

Were you wounded?

I was, I was injured.

Conoussion, lost focus.
Sergeant Shaw, he took command.

Major?

-Yes.
-Did your unit sustain any casualties?

Yes. PFC Edward Ingram,

PFC Robert Baker III were killed.

Now, the Medal of Honour,
Congressional Medal of Honour,

is the highest award
that any soldier could aspire to.

What these brave men
that I've talked about today did

should never be forgotten.

Since 1917,

there have only been
970 Medals awarded,

out of a total of 30 million
Americans at arms.

Who knows.

Maybe one day,
one of you fine young men

will earn that medal
in defence of this great nation.

Yes.

Major Marco,
on behalf of Troops 1094 and 1128,

just wanna thank you

for coming to speak to us
about the Medal of Honour

and about your interesting experiences
in the armed forces.

Thanks for listening.

Thank you very much.

You ever wish it had been you?

I'm sorry, excuse me?

Won the Medal.

Been... Been the hero.

Well, sir, I'm just...
I'm just proud that I was there.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

-Major Marco?
-Yes.

AI Nlelvin, sir.

Corporal IVlelvin_

From your unit, Desert Storm.

Corporal IVlelvin_ How you doing?

I have these dreams, sir.

-Dreams?
-Yes, sir.

Kuwait. It's you and me,

Ingram and Baker

and Raymond Shaw.

Okay.

See, I remember it happened
like you just said,

and then...

I don't.

Well, we had it pretty rough
over there, Melvin.

That was a long time ago.
Memories shift.

Do you have dreams, sir?

-Everybody has dreams, Corporal.
-No, not these.

No, I don't.

I write it all down.
You know, like, every night,

right when I wake up, I try to get it down.

It doesn't always come together,
you know,

not everything that I can remember.

Maybe you should go
to the V.A. hospital,

talk to one of the doctors.

-I've been to doctors, man.
-Okay.

I'm just... I'm just...

I'm just a little stuck, sir.

Because I remember, okay, Shaw...

Shaw, okay... Shaw saving us, right,

but that doesn't make sense,

because that should've been you.

Okay, if Shaw is in the Hummer,

the Toyota is here...

All right. Just get up, get up.

Listen, it's...

That's over with. That's done.
Okay? You gotta move on.

What I was hoping is that,
you know, maybe...

You need some money or something?

-No, no, sir.
-Wait a minute.

I don't need your money, man.

All right. It was great to see you.

Paper or plastic, sir?

With public anxiety being rekindled
by the events of Bloody Friday

with the war on terror continuing

into yet another year; no end in sight,

the worries just continue to grow.

Polls indicate
that more and more voters

are concerned
with personal family safety

with economic security

fearing more and more
jobs going overseas

or being taken by illegal immigrants.

They're concerned
with the quality of air and our water;

the degradation caused by the rollback
in environmental regulations,

by religious and racial polarization,

with the drumbeat of body bags coming
from all over the globe.

The American people
are ready for a new agenda.

But because this party
is so divided on so many issues,

the choice of a Vice Presidential
nominee may very well be

the unifying factor for delegates
at this convention.

And if this respect propels
me toward the nomination

as your Vice Presidential candidate,
I will be greatly honoured.

We need to /ook inward,
attend to our own house.

The danger to our country is not only
from some terrorists at large,

terrorists who, by the way
we've helped engender

with 20 years of failed foreign policy.

No, the real danger is
from suspending civil liberties,

gutting the Bill of Rights,
allowing our fear

to destroy our democratic ideals,

because once we start overturning
our constitutional protections,

our enemies have won.

Raymond?

-There he is.
-Darling.

What, were you gonna make me
stand out there like room service?

I asked downstairs and Miss Freeman,
your Wrangler, helpful Miss Freeman,

she said you were up here
practising your speech.

I don't honestly understand

why you insist
upon isolating yourself, Raymond.

People adore you,
they crave your company,

and yet here you are,

holed up as if you were some sort of

emotionally challenged individual
like your father.

Shut up, Tom.
Instead of Raymond Prentiss Shaw,

handsome, intelligent,

people-loving war hero
with a great deal to offer his party.

-No.
-And his country.

No.

-No, what?
-No.

I haven't even asked you a question yet.

No, to the question you're going to ask.

No, to all of the questions
you pretend to want to ask.

Your hair is too flat.

And no, you may not engage
in your usual backdoor

And that tie.

...political thuggery to shovel me
onto the presidential ticket.

No, tie's wrong. Something less busy.

Oh, you're not interested.

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 Tom Jordan,

which I am sure was part of your plan.

Excuse me, when have I ever attacked
Senator Jordan, despite...

Despite what?

Despite the shameful way
his daughter toyed with you

that summer at the shore.

You chased her away, Mother,
let's not have any illusions about...

She wasn't in your league,

but if that's the way you choose
to remember it...

You destroyed
any possibility of us ever...

Honey, you are oversimplifying things
a little bit, but it's okay.

I'll stay out of it.

You have my word.

Thank you. Thank you.

I think you all know my mother;
Senator Eleanor Prentiss Shaw.

And some of you, no doubt,
remember my father;

the late Senator John Shaw.

I've been honoured
to serve my two terms in Congress.

But I also grew up on the Hill.

I've seen how the game is played
by professionals,

how deals are struck,

committees bullied,
agendas bought and sold.

And with apologies to my mothen
I wish to remain an amateur

I believe democracy is not negotiable.

I believe that freedom from fear
in the world at large and here at home

is not negotiable.

I know how much Americans
have to fear today.

But I can tell you that I've been there.

I've faced the enemy Firsthand
on the battlefront.

I know what it is to be afraid.

But I am living proof that we can win.

We can prevail.

We must secure tomorrow today.

Thank you.

-Bluffing?
-That was the inference.

They should be down on their fat,
white knees, thanking me

for saving this party
from committing political seppuku.

You gave them every opportunity
to do the right thing, Senator.

No. I gave them one opportunity
and that was unusually generous of me.

See if you can get a hold of Bob Arthur,

because I'm gonna
wanna meet with him.

Thank you very much for arranging this.

-I appreciate it.
-Sure.

-Mr Secretary.
-Senator.

Thank you very much
for taking this meeting.

-Good to see you again.
-Leona. So nice to see you, Leona.

Everybody. Gentlemen.

No, I thought we settled it this morning.

All right, I'll keep you posted.

The decision is final.

Thank you very much.

-How's Jeanine?
-Senator.

Tom Jordan's on the ticket.

Now, we don't need your blessing,

but we'd like it.

Okay, so before we get started,
I'm just...

I'm dying to know

which genius hatched the idea

of pairing a sound bite from Nebraska

with a relic who thinks that keeping
suicide bombers off our buses

is unconstitutional. Was it you, Gordy?

All the research indicates
that an Arthur-Jordan ticket

sits quite well
with the American people.

"Sits quite well" translates
into how many votes?

Your son is largely unknown
outside of New York.

I mean, his public service,
his congressional record,

while commendable,
is not the kind of thing...

My son is a war hero.

Governor Arthur has agreed
to consider Raymond

for a cabinet level post.

We didn't come here
to have a discussion.

Did we come here
to have a discussion?

Ellie, you don't have the votes
to block this.

Not even to push the nomination
to a second ballot.

Oh, Jim, even running against this
cut-and-fold Vice President,

with his party's record
of abysmal failure at home and abroad,

Governor Arthur is still unelectable
to the presidency

without help.

Consider, that our intrepid Arthur

can hold on to his own home ground,
and the Northeast,

and even California,
we are still dead across the South.

He's not dead completely
in the South, Senator...

And the Southwest,
where they win by landslides.

I mean, you know this.

Your focus groups,
your polls all tell you this.

They back me up, right?

Now, you're counting on Tom Jordan
to help you get

the black vote, women and college kids.

My gut instinct says he won't,

and on Arthur
to somehow hold the centre,

where he is soft at best.

We're confident
this is a winning ticket, Ellie.

What's your margin of error, Vaughn?

Five points?

Three?

I can swing that, and you know it.

Oh, I could swing seven away from you.

That's more than enough
to split the ticket.

And deny us the White House
another four years? No.

No, not even you.

Not even you, Senator, will do that,
you are bluffing.

Oh, no, no, no, Senator,
I would and I will

and I will do whatever is necessary
to protect America

from anyone who opposes her.

I can't...
Am I the only person in this room

who's been reading these NSA reports?

-I've read them.
-All right, then you know,

you Know we are
on the brink of another cataclysm,

probably nuclear, on our own soil.

Oh, Ellie, that's a bit extreme.

And it's not from random terrorists,

but from covert alliances
of disaffected nations

who have all been made bold
by this kind of Jordan one-worlder

who believes that human beings
are essentially good

and that our power is somehow,
I don't know,

shameful or evil or never to be used.

Make no mistake,
the American people are terrified.

They know something's coming.
They can feel it.

And we can either shovel them
the same old shit and call it sugar

or we can arm them.

We can arm them with a young,
vibrant Vice President.

We can give them heat, energy,
give them a war hero with heart,

forged by enemy fire
in the desert in the dark,

when American lives hung
in the balance.

Give us a few minutes.

Thank you.

Mr Secretary, thank you for your time.

-Thank you.
-Really appreciate it.

-Leona, good evening.
-Thank you, Ellie.

Well, they're gonna have
to make their own decisions.

I am proud

to offer into nomination

the name of the next
Vice President of these United States,

Raymond Shaw!

A remarkable development.
Twenty-four hours ago,

New York Congressman
Raymond Prentiss Shaw

wasn't even being mentioned
as a possible candidate

for the Vice Presidential nomination
four years from now,

much less this current convention.

Some incredible news
from the convention floor tonight.

Like a long shot catching the favourite

on the back stretch
of the Kentucky Derby

Raymond Shaw has overtaken
Senator Thomas Jordan

to gain
the Vice Presidential nomination.

Raymond Shaw bears the lineage
of the fabled Prentiss family dynasty.

Grandson of legendary industrialist
and diplomat Tyler Prentiss,

son of controversial
Senator Eleanor Prentiss Shaw,

who took over the seat
vacated by her husband,

the esteemed John Shaw,

when he died tragically
over 20 years ago.

For many Raymond Prentiss Shaw
is an enigma.

The millionaire Harvard honours student

who enlisted in the infantry

refusing the officer’s commission
to which he was entitled.

Media-shy and reclusive,

Raymond Shaw's life
was forever changed

on the killing fields of Kuwait,

where he won the Congressional Medal
of Honour for combat bra very.

Two members of Sergeant Shaw's
famed ”Lost Patrol, ”

Private First Class, Edward Ingram

and Private First Class,
Robert Baker Ill, were killed.

Their guide, a civilian contractor;
disappeared in the ambush.

But Sergeant Shaw heroically
fought off the enemy

and guided the shell-shocked
survivors of the Lost Patrol

across hostile terrain to safety.

Raymond Shaw is probably
the kindest, bravest, warmest...

Most selfless human being
I've ever known.

The celebrated war hero,

who dedicated himself
to public service after Desert Storm.

The Medal of Honour winner;
beloved by the men of the Lost Petrol.

He quickly turned his energies
to public service

in his adopted state of New York.

The revolutionary
science of biogenetics,

which has literally transformed...

Captain Marco!

The revolutionary
science of biogenetics.

The revolutionary
science of biogenetics,

which has literally transformed...

-Captain Marco!
-Raymond Shaw is the most selfless

human being I've ever known.

Raymond Shaw is probably
the kindest, bravest, warmest...

Yet note the complexity
of the frontal lobe.

Nevertheless...

Captain.

Help me.

Sergeant Shaw.

Captain.

Suffocate Private Baker. Kill him.

Raymond Shaw is probably
the kindest, bravest, warmest,

most selfless human being
I've ever known.

Raymond Shaw...

Excellent, excellent. Go on, Raymond.

Good, good, Raymond.

Raymond Shaw is probably
the kindest, bravest,

warmest, most selfless human being
I've ever known.

No of fence, Major

but it sort of chaps my ass
that we have to have a babysitter.

I'm just here to make sure
you don't get cornered

by some Air Force general's
unhappy wife.

Major Marco. We should be so lucky.

-So nice to meet you.
-Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Nice to meet you.

Raymond Shaw.

Major Marco, this army of two

are gonna do some recon
at the no-host bar.

A failed foreign policy which has
only served to galvanize our enemies.

Excuse me, please.

In fact, mobilizing an ersatz army
of malcontents...

-General Sloan, you lead the charge.
-Absolutely.

William. Hi, how are you?

All right, good.
Have you met my wife, Pam?

-Hello, how are you?
-Hello, Bob Arthur.

I mean, isn't that supposed to be
the point of this great country of ours,

that everybody matters.

Not just the people at this party.

But perhaps more importantly,
those who can’t afford to be here.

-Raymond. Sorry to interrupt.
-Excuse me.

-Bob. You know my daughter.
-Tom, I can't believe it.

Of course.
Jocelyn, good to see you again.

--Mark
-Eleanor.

Raymond, your granddad would be
so goddamn proud of you.

Thank you, Mr Whiting.

Raymond, this is J.B. Johnston,
from Manchurian Global.

-Hi. How are you?
-Pleasure.

And David Donovan,
their managing director.

And co-chair of
the U.S. International Policy Caucus.

Strong supporters, Congressman.

They're desperate
to be of service to you, darling.

Thank you, Mother,
I think you've earned your fee.

Oh, no. My plucky idealist.

So, gentlemen, now's business?

Not bad, Raymond. Business is not bad.

It could always be better.

Any better and you guys are gonna have
more assets than the European Union.

Don't we already?

Every great society,
every great civilisation,

always anchored by a great navy.

-Congressman Shaw.
-Thanks very much.

Nice to see you, Bob.
Thanks for coming.

Congressman.

Ben Marco.

I know. Hello, Captain.

How you doing?

-I need to talk to you.
-Okay.

On, my God, Raymond,
it's been so many years.

-And?
-And I've been married,

-I've been divorced.
-Yeah.

Well, you may have noticed
I've changed a bit myself.

No. No, that's not...
No, yes, I have noticed.

I see. It's great. Congratulations.

My feelings haven't, though.

Changed, I mean.

What feelings? What?

Jocelyn, I've never stopped wondering

how things might have turned out
between us

-if my mother hadn't...
-Raymond.

Raymond, people can’t just rewrite
their lives.

I haven't had a relationship

of any consequence
since we stopped seeing each other.

Doesn't that say something to you?

Yeah, that...

That you must be just about
the loneliest person on this earth.

Raymond, we were kids then.
It must have been, what, 15 years ago?

It was sweet, but...

Joce.

Yeah. I have to go.

-Yeah.
-Best of luck with the campaign.

Thank you.

Joce...

Sergeant Raymond Shaw.

I wanna talk to you too.

-Not now.
-Excuse me, sir.

I mean,
I know you're busy, Congressman...

-Don't touch me.
-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, it's just that, well...

Don't ever touch me.

Hello, Major.
Have you tried the Pad Thai?

I'm told it rules.

What were you hoping
Congressman Shaw would say?

I don't know, sir.

It's not so much what he said
or didn't say, it was more of his

attitude, his demeanour

Are you taking your meds?

Lieutenant Colonel Howard,
with all due respect,

I've had over a dozen years
of experts telling me

that I have Gulf War Syndrome,
I have post-traumatic stress disorder

and every other mood disorder
that you can name.

In those 12 years,
I've been a good soldier.

And I've denied
what every nerve ending in my body

is telling me is more real than not.

I've had one dream,
not variations on a dream,

-the same dream. Night after night...
-No. No. I'm sorry.

You're saying that an entire squad
of U.S. Army soldiers

was hypnotized into believing
that Raymond Shaw

deserved the Medal of Honour.

And that somehow,
thanks to your dream,

you're the only one who knows the truth.

Major Marco, you will stay clear
of Congressman Shaw.

And you are to resume your medication.

That is an order.

That will be all, Major.

Somewhere right now,
an American soldier in the war on terror

is worried about his family back home.

Somewhere right now,
in some small American town,

his grandmother
is standing in her kitchen.

She's got her medicine bottle
in one hand,

she's opening the refrigerator
with the other and she's thinking:

”l can pay for my medicine

”or I can pay for my dinner

”l can't do both. ”

I don't believe
that our mothers and grandmothers

should have to face that kind
of decision, not in this country.

I don't believe that the brave men
and women of our armed forces,

risking their lives overseas,
should have to worry

about their families
back here in America.

You see,
there are some gaps in this country

deep chasms that we need to bridge.

The gap between rich and poor;

between government and the people,

between true security
and the notion of feeling safe.

Second floor, room three, end of hall.

Between what is real...

Don't you just love this guy?

And what is not.

Tough choices are
an unavoidable element of leadership,

I would just urge the governor
to remember that

the primary responsibility
of government...

AI Melvin

Al, it's Ben Marco. Are you in there?

Fox is in the henhouse.

Weasel..

Weasel is...

The weasel is a weasel.

Sir, I'll be right outside.

What?

We'll be right outside, sir.

I know.

-Good night.
-Good night, sir.

-Shall I get that for you, sir?
-No.

-Good night, sir.
-Good night.

You have 30 seconds, Mother.

Am I that predictable?

You have no idea.

I'm calling to compliment you,
Mr Grumpy.

I thought you were magnificent tonight.

And so did all
the network campaign experts.

And that compassionate vigilance thing

is working quite well for you.

-I might have to convert.
-I happen to believe in it.

Oh, yes, of course you do.

-Now, Raymond...
-Good night, Mother.

Raymond? What? No, wait, wait.

-Hang on a second.
-What? Raymond?

Are you there?

Yes?

Sergeant Shaw?

Who is this?

-Sergeant Raymond Shaw?
-Yes.

Raymond Prentiss Shaw?

Yes.

Listen.

Go to the bedroom of your suite.

Enter the hallway there.

Go to the end and open the closet.

Yes, thank you.

-Hello, Raymond.
-Hello.

Do you remember me?

No, sir, I don't.

Brilliant. We've got 20 minutes
for our little checkup.

From the neck up, gentlemen,
so if we could take his jacket.

Please sit down.

No, Mr Villalobos, I'm just...
The army's got me gathering

information on stress disorders,
so I'm just...

You know, just running statistics,
trying to find out about my old team...

Well, listen. Mr Wilson,

when Nathan came home,
was he preoccupied with Kuwait?

I mean, did he have nightmares
or bad dreams

about the firefight over there?

You'll feel a little cold as this
anaesthetic gel goes on.

Probe sheath

and probe.

Please relax.

-Are you relaxed, Raymond?
-Yes, sir.

Now, Raymond, I am going
to drill a tiny hole in the skull,

which will allow delivery
of the new implant.

So, what you'll feel is a little
discomfort in the form of pressure

and also a loud vibrating noise
in your head,

all of which,
of course, is completely normal.

Thank you.

Of course, as soon as this
or any task is completed,

you will already have forgotten
that it ever actually took place.

Probe going in now.

Good.

Excellent.

Releasing implant.

There.
That wasn't so bad, was it, Raymond?

No, sir.

That's good. No decay, no slippage.

Everything seems
to be in flawless working condition.

Now, Raymond.

Can you remember the deaths
of Private Baker and Private Ingram?

Yes, sir.

Good.
Can you describe them for me, please?

We're on a routine recon
inside Iraqi-controlled terrain,

assessing troop strength.

"We're on a routine recon
inside Iraqi-controlled terrain,

"assessing troop strength."

The mission ends without incident.
We're heading back...

"Toward the command.
The night is clear. Stars..."

The night is clear. Stars, but no moon.

The patrol is ambushed.

We 're engaged unexpectedly by
ground forces with helicopter support.

RPG incoming, mortar fire.

"Captain ...

Captain Marco is knocked unconscious.

In the ensuing firefight, Eddie Ingram
gets himself separated to the left.

Baker goes after him.

An incoming mortar shell
kills them both instantly

before I am able to locate and eliminate
the source of the ordnance.

Captain. Captain Marco.

Help me.

Pardon me. Is this seat taken?

I see the Captain
enjoys the road less travelled.

Paper or plastic?

Oh, come on. From the grocery store.

You know, at the checkout stand.
Paper or plastic girl, that's me.

"Paper or plastic, sir?"

I see you there all the time.

Bennett Marco.
Cheques from First National Bank.

Romance novels, instant noodles,
NoDoz and tomatoes.

So, anyway, I'm on vacation.

Holiday in the Big Apple and all of that.

And I saw you sitting here and I said,

"Hey, why not reach out
and touch someone?"

So, what, I suppose you're heading
to New York City.

Yeah, yeah, I'm... Yeah.

Business? Pleasure? Both?

Well, I'm just...

I got an old friend up there,
an old army friend that...

Well, he's in politics now
and I'm just gonna

catch up on old times with him.

I'm sorry, you said your name was...

Eugenie.

What do your friends call you?

My friends, they call me Rosie.

-Rosie?
-Yeah, see, my full name is

Eugenie Rose.
I like the Rosie part better.

Eugenie is, well...

Fragile.

Yeah, but still, when I asked you
your name, you didn't say...

What did you say? You said Eugenie.

Yeah, well...

Maybe I was feeling fragile at the time.

Are you okay?

Excuse me.

Hello, Captain.

Do you remember me?

Ben.

Hey. I'm gonna get a cab.
You want me to drop you somewhere?

No, I'm okay.

Okay. So your friend's
gonna meet you here, then?

No.

All right.

El Dorado 5-9-9-7-O.

It's my cell phone number,
in case you ever... You know.

I like to say it the old-fashioned way.

Can you remember or should I write it
on your chest with a Sharpie?

-I'll remember.
-Okay.

Hey, you're kind of...

You need somewhere
to go to freshen up?

Pentagon watchdogs today accused

the private equity fund
of Manchurian Global

of grossly overpricing plasma
and other critical medical supplies

during the recent Indonesian incursion,

even as the company secured
a half-billion-dollar no-bid contract

to provide combat support services
to American soldiers

preparing to mobilize in Sri Lanka.

There you go.

Come on in.

This is my cousin's apartment.

-Is she here?
-No.

Be it ever so humble.

No place like home, right?

Believe it or not, there's a view.

Go to the fire escape
and tilt your head up,

you can almost see a tree.

-Can I get you something to drink?
-No, I'm fine.

I've got some dieter's tea.

It's great for your metabolism,
if you're into that.

Or some tomato juice. No? All right.

Or, some water?

-No, thank you.
-I'm sorry.

I'm nervous. I yak when I get nervous.

Where is she, your cousin?

She's on tour with Dreamgirls.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry
about what happened earlier.

You don't have to apologise to me.

I'll make you some tea.

Jesus. Where's the lemon? Okay.

-You okay in there?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

You know, I left you some towels
in there, did you see them?

-What was that?
-Dropped my bag.

Ben?

Are you okay in there?

Earth to Ben.

Yeah.

-You sure everything's all right?
-Yes.

Ben?

Ben?

Ben?

Ben.

Ben?

What are you doing?

Did you see that?

What I had in my hand.

I wasn't hallucinating, Delp.
I held it in my hand.

That's what they all say, Marco.

Some wicked shit got sprayed
on you guys during Desert Storm.

Besides all the depleted uranium,
I mean.

I personally know
of a couple of Rangers

who swear that they see
only in tertiary colours now

-Delp.
-...and can pick up sports talk radio

in their cortical block if they get
too close to a Con-Ed transformer.

It's not Gulf War Syndrome.

The army did try this

tiny implantable ID thing.

You could imbed it under the skin,
then scan it like a bar code

for medical emergency information,

blood type, DNA.

Well, the army never put one in me.

That you know of, man.

That you know of.

U. S. planes bombed selected sites
in Guinea today acting on intelligence

that the African nation 's military regime
had secretly resumed

its chemical weapons programme.

The secretary of defence declined
to comment on the attack,

saying only that the mission
was successful,

targets acquired, that all American
personnel involved here

were home safe and sound.

Striking transportation workers. ..

My dreams seem more real to me

than what I actually remember
happening over there. It's like...

it's like somewhere along the line
I got brainwashed or something and...

I'm just, like, all scrambled up.

We have all been brainwashed, Marco.

As for somebody
imbedding electric probes

and computer chips in your brain
to make you do things,

it's horseshit, man.

A little electroshock

and sleep deprivation will
do the trick for a fraction of the price.

Ask the Uzbeks.

What about my dreams?

What if all this is your dream

and you are really still back in Kuwait?

-Thanks for coming out. Thank you.
-Congressman!

-Congressman!
-Congressman!

Congressman! Congressman!
Why do you and Governor Arthur

oppose deploying troops into Indonesia?

Well, Governor Arthur and I believe

we can't clean up the world
with dirty hands.

Sergeant Shaw!

Do you ever dream about Kuwait?

Captain Marco.

It's okay. It's okay.

Nice to see you, sir.

Good evening. It's good to see you too.

Why did you ask me about Kuwait?

I didn't. I asked you about your dreams.

-Thank you, Lily.
-Congressman Shaw, I'm sorry.

They wanna Know if you can do
an interview with Larry King at 6:00)'?

-No, no.
-No to the interview or no to 6:00?

No. He wants to talk about my mother.
No.

-Everything under control, P.J.'?
-Hello, sir.

Good to see you.

-So, Captain, what can I do for you?
-I just need a few minutes of your time.

Congressman Shaw,
a moment, please?

Private time.

Unfortunately, this is as private
as it gets for me now.

-I understand.
-He's all right, Will.

-Come on in.
-Thank you, thank you.

-Hey, George.
-There are these dreams

that some of the men
from our unit have been having.

Including you?

Well

it's more of a question
of what actually happened

the night that our patrol got attacked.

That's easy.

We're on a routine recon
inside Iraqi-controlled terrain.

The patrol is ambushed.
RPG incoming, mortar fire.

-You're knocked...
-Unconscious. Exactly the way...

Not to out you off, but I mean,
exactly the way that I remember it.

But, I dreamed something else.

Am I in your dreams, Captain?

Yes, you are, Congressman.

Saving everybody?

It's a whole lot more
complicated than that.

Now, Corporal Melvin,
he's been drawing these pictures

and he wrote down what he dreams.

-Maybe if you just...
-I don't have dreams, Captain.

At all? You don't dream at all?
Everybody dreams, right? I mean...

Look, Captain, I'd like to help you,
I would, I really would,

but, I think you ought to see somebody.

-Somebody who specialises in...
-I've been to doctors.

Well, good, that's very good,

because they can probably help you out
a lot more than I can.

-I don't know, but...
-Take care, Captain.

-Yeah. Yeah. Okay.
-Thanks for coming by.

I'm not crazy, Shaw.

Major.

-Ben. Are you hungry?
-Starving.

Well, it depends on the demographic.

Excuse me.

-I killed Baker?
-Well, it's a dream.

I mean, it could mean something else.

It could mean
I'm supposed to think you did.

No, I killed the enemy.
I didn't know them either, so...

It was okay.

And anyway, I remember what we did
in Kuwait. I remember it perfectly.

I just

don't remember actually doing it.

Maybe you didn't do it.

No.

What a thought.

What?

Life is so bizarre, isn't it?

Which part?

I don't know. What you saw downstairs.

This campaign. Politics.
My whole public life and persona.

I mean, posing and grinning
like a goddamn sock puppet,

shaking hands with total strangers
who must be completely blind

if they can't see what I am at the core.

What my mother has made me.
A Prentiss.

Ferociously a Prentiss.

-But not a Shaw. No, sir.
-I see.

No, you don't.

You can't.

I was 20-years old before I had a friend.

Worse, a girlfriend.

Well, you know,
from my point of view, anyway.

A friend outside of my mother’s circle
of approved encounters

and she,

my mother...

God only Knows what she told Jocelyn
to chase her away.

Precipitating my sole act of rebellion,

storming off and enlisting in the army.

But after the war

I came back to her.

Why did you come back?
What happened?

Weren't you listening?

Mother happened.

You know, the truth is I hate it.

I've always despised the Medal.

The cloying adulation
of the little people.

It's certainly nothing for you
to be jealous of, Major.

I'm not jealous.

I don't have the dreams, Ben.

How could you
not remember saving our unit?

-I do. I said I did.
-No, no, you didn't.

You said that you
didn't remember doing it.

That's what you just said
a couple minutes ago.

When I think about that night,

it's as if I know what will happen.

The thing is,
I never seem to get to the point

where I feel that it actually
does happen.

But I'm sure that's perfectly normal.

Okay. Well, have you discussed this
with anyone? These discrepancies?

Who would I share that with?

My old army buddies
who love and adore me

for saving their pathetically unimportant,
present company excluded, asses?

You could discuss it
with army intelligence.

You could go down there.
I mean, I could go with you

and discuss it and you can tell them
what you remember,

what you don't remember,
and they could

run some tests.

Yeah, tests. Boy.

The press would
have a field day with that.

Somebody put an implant inside me.
I found it this morning.

I've got the hole in my back
if you wanna take a look at it.

And I got a good feeling
they put one in you too.

Nobody has put anything in me, Ben.

Let's prove it. Why don't, you know...

-We'll go get an X-ray...
-Look, Ben,

I wanna be supportive of you. I do.

But, don't you think this could wait
till after the election?

Why? For what?

-What are you scared of?
-I'm not afraid of anything.

-Then why don't we just prove it...
-Know what? I think you should leave.

-I'm sorry, I really...
-Listen.

Somebody got into our heads
with big steel-toe boots,

cable cutters and a chainsaw
and they went to town.

Neurons got... Got...
Got exposed and circuits got rewired.

Our brain cells
got obliterated, Raymond.

Please.

You need to get help, Ben.

What are you doing? Ben!

Stop! Stop!

Inside! Inside!

Congressman!

He bit him. He bit him.

Get him out of here.

Are you okay, sir?

-Leave me alone.
-Sir, we should...

Get out!

We fished him out of the Potomac River

about 4:45 yesterday afternoon.

What were you doing
in AI Melvin's apartment?

I went to talk to him. He wasn't home.

Talk about what? Dreams?

Interesting stuff.

Yeah, there's hundreds of those
in his place.

You should have your people
check it out.

Oh, we'll get on that right away.

Colonel Garret was kind enough
to show us the file on you, Marco.

You are the real deal, aren't you?

Special Forces. Rangers. Delta.

I wanted to talk to Corporal Melvin

to ask him
some unanswered questions about...

our reconnaissance in Kuwait
back in '91.

-He wasn't home.
-Right. He wasn't there.

So, what, you thought it was okay
to just break in and wait for him?

I didn't kill him,
if that's where you're headed.

Nobody said you did.

Maybe he committed suicide.

What's your obsession
with Raymond Shaw?

I'm not obsessed with Raymond Shaw.

The man of his dreams.

You may want to ask
your medical examiners

to check Melvin's back.

It's under the skin
just shy of the scapula.

They may find a implant.

Just under the skin, left side.

If they don't look real hard,
they won't find it.

They could sing that
while they're looking for it if they like.

-Implants.
-That's what I said.

I-M-plant.

Yeah, but judging from your file here,
apparently,

you don't know your shit
from your oatmeal, my friend.

Excuse me. This is unnecessary.

You got a problem?

Psycho? You look a little angry.

Maybe you wanna hit me?
Go ahead, you can do it.

-Hey!
-For God's sake, Ben...

He hit me.

And you wanna help him?

No. That would be political suicide.
Of course not.

I want you to help him.

I can't even imagine why.

Mother, I can assure you,

I am as uncomfortable asking you
to do this as you are being asked.

My campaign people are getting
a restraining order against him.

He's going on every security watch list,
but I won't lock him up.

-I'm not pressing charges.
-What?

I don't know, it's just...

I don't wanna talk about this right now.

Can we get back to the campaign
and focus on something...

Raymond, you don't actually believe
his story?

No.

But he does.

And he's a fine soldier.

And if his slim hold on sanity

requires that I tolerate his delusions
until he can get help, I'll do it.

It doesn't diminish me.

I'm not afraid of him.

Raymond.

How much do you actually know
about your friend?

Oh, that's sad.

Poor little tin soldier.

Mother, please.

Well, just imagine how terrified
your people were yesterday

when Major Marco showed up
at campaign headquarters

and you invite...

My God, you invited him in.

With all they know about him.

I know him.

I served under him.
He was a good man.

Well, that's what the neighbours
always say about serial killers.

You're out of here.
Shaw won't press charges.

Someone from Senator Eleanor Shaw’s
office called

and intervened on your behalf.

Major, you've reached the terminal end
of the army's patience.

You're relieved of duty,
effective immediately.

Yes, sir.

Ben, there is a young neurologist
at Walter Reed. His name is Zahn.

He's had real success
with Gulf War Syndrome.

You are instructed
to get your affairs in order

and report to him
first thing Monday morning.

I thought you said you lost it.

I bit a guy. I found another one.

These are not supposed to exist.

These are only theoretical.

So, what does it do?

-I don't know.
-You don't know?

I don't know.

I don't wanna know.
You don't wanna know.

Look, it's out of you
and you are still alive.

That's the good news.

What's the bad news?

Maybe they know you're here.

You said the army implants,
they were for

emergency medical data, right?

The ones they publicised were.

There was a parallel project

for all kinds of scary implantables

The Clinton watchdogs
finally freaked out about it, closed down.

Parallel project?

How did you know about that?

Manchurian Global funded me
to make some of their scary shit.

Heard of them?

Imagine not just a corporation, Marco,

but a goddamn
geopolitical extension of policy

for every president since Nixon.

Cash is king, Marco. Cash is king.

-You sure you wanna do this?
-Absolutely.

-Because I don't.
-I'll owe you one.

No. I still owe you.

For getting me out of Albania.

Albania.

What are you doing?

In case I forget things
I wanna remember.

I'm putting you on a cocktail
of methohexitol

to take the edge off.

The edge off of what?

Getting clarity.
Or whatever you wanna call it.

ECT not being the precise science
that, say,

leeching is.

You don't think this is gonna work?

It's a desperation move, man.

But, hey, there is a school of thought
that says

a victim of induced abreaction....

Here it comes.

The night is clean Stars, but no moon.

The patrol is ambushed.

We were on a routine recon inside
Iraqi-controlled terrain,

assessing troop strength...

Captain Marco
was knocked unconscious.

In the ensuing firefight, Eddie Ingram
gets himself separated to the left.

Baker goes after him.

Hello, Captain.

Before Sergeant Shaw is able to locate.

Eddie Ingram gets himself
separated to the left.

Did you go blank on me again?

He said this would happen.

Who?

Your German friend. Your friend.

Ben.

He said it'd be like
a computer system crash.

That your brain would shut down,
but it would reboot again

and you'd forget all your RAM.

Or most of your RAM.

Do you remember me?

Do you remember me?

Ben?

Eugenie.

How did I get here?

You called me.

Where am I?

Planning a suicide bombing.

The Mile High City
has suffered a series of brutal attacks

during the past several months.

Senator Eleanor Prentiss Shaw,
does it bother you at all

that your son repudiates
so many of your more...

-controversial policies?
-No. He's his own person.

Raymond and I
may disagree on certain issues,

but I think we share the same
fundamental vision

of what this country can be.

-Which is?
-Better

Better and better

Safer; braver; stronger

A beacon of freedom
in a world troubled by shadows.

America must prevail.

The future and survival
of modern civilisation,

democracy freedom, all depend upon it.

So your son, Congressman Shaw,

Rosie.

...the Vice President and nominee
of this party

and you will have to agree or disagree.

Well, if Raymond
and future president Arthur

can get us there in a more benign...

I was in the park on Friday?

We were in the park on Monday.

Monday?

-Yep.
-Monday.

We were flying low.
it's, like, over the ocean, and just...

A field hospital.

And they took us up to this place.

-Where? Military?
-I don't know. I don't know.

Just state-of-the-art stuff everywhere.

Stainless steel and wires and tubes
and monitors.

-Were you tortured?
-No. Yeah.

I mean, there was pain.
You know, it was like...

I don't know what they call it.

Invasive procedure.

For example?

Like what? What do you mean?

Invasive.

See, they were in my head...

and they made me...

Well, Raymond Shaw,
they made him kill somebody.

Like it was nothing.

Private Robert Baker

That's who it was, it was a private.
One of my soldiers.

I think they made me kill somebody too.

A kid named Eddie Ingram.

Private Ingram, stand up.

Walk a few steps, please.

And if you could secure the door,
please, Chris.

Captain Marco. Stand up.

-Raymond.
-Yes, sir.

There's a gun on the cupboard.

Would you please take it and give it to
Captain Marco.

Yes, sir.

Here..

Captain.

Captain Marco,

please shoot Private Ingram.

Now, Raymond,

suffocate Private Baker.

Kill him.

Keep going, Raymond.

I knew the...
A soldier knows the enemy.

I'm in command.

That's primary, I know.

I thought I knew...

who the enemy was.

My men, they trusted me
with their lives, you know?

Don't.

Don't touch me.

Ben, the person that did this,
what was his name?

Can you remember?

Did he have a name?

Ben?

Smile if you like.

This will just take a minute.

I see you there all the time.

Bennett Marco.
Cheks from First National Bank.

Romance novels, instant noodles,
NoDoz and tomatoes.

Old friend up there,
an old army friend that...

Well, he's in politics now...

What else did we talk about?

What happened to you
after you were captured?

Black helicopters,

secret laboratories.

Mad scientist, mind drugs,

shock torture and Raymond Shaw.

-You don't believe any of it, do you?
-it's crazy.

-It sounds crazy doesn't it?
-It sounds crazy.

That's what they wanted
me to think too.

It's exactly what they want you to think.

What about the other guys
from your unit?

Where are they?

They're all gone.
So-called natural causes.

Owens died of cancer in '97,

Villalobos, car crash.

Atkins committed suicide.

Jameson died 9/11, Pentagon.

-Ben?
-Yeah?

-Did he have a name?
-Who?

The person that did this, Ben.

What was his name?
Can you remember?

Ben.

-Yeah?
-Did he have a name?

You only have to look at the enormous
strides made in the lest decade

with the genetic reconfiguration
of the noble tomato.

What was happening was the tomato
was over-ripening in the process

and it was losing its flavour

it's actually a very simple procedure
to deactivate the gene concerned.

And the same thing can be applied
to ourselves.

At a flick of a switch,

we can adjust character;

change personality.

And of course, more importantly...

we can offset the ravages of dementia

by implanting memory
or adjusting the synaptic connections.

We can free people
from the terrible burden

of an emotionally compromised past.

-Watch where you're going!
-Sorry.

Watch where you're going!

Just back up! Just back up.

Watch it. Watch it. Shut up.

Take it easy, sir.

I called the Pentagon
and they told me he's on medical leave.

Secret Service,

they got him on a couple
of their watch and observe lists.

I guess there's been some trouble
with this guy

involving Congressman Shaw.

Among the shareholders
in Manchurian Global,

were they to ever publish a list,
which they won't,

you would find former presidents,
deposed kings,

trust fund terrorists,
fallen Communist dictators,

ayatollahs, African warlords and
retired prime ministers.

-See what I mean?
-I get it. They're big. They're huge.

They're gigantic.

I can't touch them. I get it.
I don't want to.

And you bring me
rumours and conjecture.

I started with nightmares.

Rumours, conjectures,
that's a giant leap forward

Nightmares that you've interpreted
using as primary resources,

A: Your spotty memory.

B: The Internet,

sacred sanctuary of idiots and nutters.
That's how they're gonna look at this.

And C: A crazy man's notebook,

along with evidence
you chewed out of a man's back.

All neatly stitched together
with a common thread

of a supremely powerful,
well-connected private equity fund,

who, if you ever get
anywhere near them,

will plead ignorance and be shocked.

Shocked to learn

what some of their subsidiary partners
are engaged in.

I could give a rat's ass
about Manchurian Global, sir.

I could give a rat's ass about them.

That is not why I'm here.

I looked you up too, Senator.

You were in the army.

I was drafted.

Didn't make much of a soldier,
I'm afraid. Let me see this.

That's not what I saw in the record.
That's not what the record says, sir.

And you know how it works.

Wars are fought one battle at a time.

Battles, you win one bullet at a time.

And I'd be lying to you if I said

that I didn't factor in, in a huge way,

the fact that you have a vested,
personal,

political and patriotic interest
in how all of this shakes out.

I'd be lying to you.

You're right, Major.

I do.

A $5,000-a-plate dinner honouring
the CEO of Votron Incorporated,

the nation 's third-largest producer
of the controversial touch-screen units

that will be used in the forthcoming
election, was disrupted last night,

when protestors disguised
as waiters and kitchen staff

unleashed a blizzard of symbolic chants
from above,

resulting in a momentary panic.

The supporters of presidential hopeful
Vice President Edward Nelson

fled to exits and dove under tables.

Security personnel quickly subdued
the protestors, one of whom...

The man is insane, Tom.

Full-blown schizophrenia.

He's been stalking Raymond,
the FBI is all over this already.

I've seen the files.

-Have you seen them?
-All over what?

Your bipolar war buddy
has been sharing his dreams

with Senator Jordan.

Hello, Raymond.

Hello, Senator. How's Jocelyn?

Have you fact-checked
this with anyone, Tom?

Raymond.

Do you recognise this man?

No.

His name is Atticus Noyle.

He's a South African scientist
and mercenary.

Someone our CIA turned to

for covert mind warfare
against the Soviets in Afghanistan.

Someone who has sold his technology
and services

to terrorists and rogue states.

And what does he have to do with me?

Major Bennett Marco
claims that this man...

brainwashed you.

In his dreams.

Contrived to have you win
the Medal of Honour.

And has you poised to be the first
privately owned and operated

Vice President of the United States.

Sir, I've already spoken with Ben Marco.

Unfortunately, he's not a well man.

He's delusional.

Nevertheless,

he's pulled from his mad hat

some remarkably lucid connections

between his dreams of your exploits
in Kuwait

and this Dr Noyle

and the private equity fund
Manchurian Global,

your mother's primary political
benefactor for the past 15 years.

Oh, come on, Tom.
They contribute to half the Senate.

Both sides of the aisle.

What are you saying?

At the time of Desert Storm,
Dr Atticus Noyle

was working under a research grant
from Manchurian Global,

developing deep implant
behaviour modification.

Oh, my God.

Rogue scientists, mind control,
Manchurian Global.

-You.
-Tom.

Connect the dots, Raymond.

Where was your famous Lost Patrol

for those three missing days?

Eluding capture in the desert?
Or somewhere else,

being microwaved by this Atticus Noyle?

-Oh, Tom.
-I'm sorry, Senator,

but what exactly are you suggesting
I do?

Bow out gracefully.
Personal reasons, an obscure illness.

Yield your spot on the ticket
and go into seclusion.

Oh, that's what this is about.

And then surrender yourself
to federal authorities.

Help them trace this thing to its source

and address whatever damage
may have been done to you.

And I'll be waiting
for your press announcement

first thing in the morning.

-And then we'll talk.
-Tom.

If there's any inkling of truth
in any of these charges,

if anyone has ever harmed
a hair on his head,

I will find out about it.

You have 12 hours, Senator.

But if it's not true,

I will see you impeached
on the floor of the Senate

and bury you!

Good night.

It's preposterous.

Idiotic story.

Mother, there's something
I have to tell you.

What?

I've been having the dreams.

Ben said there were tests
they could run to see if...

No. Where are you going?

-Sergeant Shaw.
-What?

Sergeant Raymond Shaw.

Mother, I...

Raymond Prentiss Shaw.

Yes.

Listen.

Good morning to you all,

and welcome
to Amtrak's northbound Acela,

making station stops
at Baltimore, Philadelphia,

Newark, New York's Penn Station

and Boston as the last stop...

Who's that?

It's Raymond, sir.

Oh, don't do that.

You're gonna get soaking wet,
Raymond.

Raymond.

I came to apologise, sir.

Raymond, what are you doing?

-I'm sorry.
-We'll get some help for you, son.

It's not your fault, Raymond.
it's not your fault.

-I'm sorry, sir.
-It's your mother...

Dad!

Help!

Oh, God. Daddy!

Help!

Raymond? What are you doing?

What is going on? What is happening?

Where's my father?
What are you doing?

Dad! Dad!

The five-term senator

and recent front-runner for his party's
vice presidential nomination,

appears to have accidentally drowned

when his kayak overturned near his
Chesapeake Bay weekend home.

Police say his daughter;
35-year-old Jocelyn,

may have been trying to rescue Jordan

when she was herself
overcome by the icy water

The bodies of Senator Jordan
and his daughter

were discovered this morning
by a crab fisherman

who spotted the capsized kayak
floating far offshore,

nearly a mile
from Senator Jordan's residence.

Neighbours say the senator
was an expert kayaker

whose morning trips were a familiar
sight along the western bank of the Bay.

Governor Arthur; do you have
any comment on this tragic event?

Senator Jordan was a statesman
of the highest integrity.

Tom Jordan was a friend.

A damn fine man.

Just a great American.

That's all for now. We'll have
something for you a little later

They're the latest target
of SE C corruption probes,

but private equity fund
Manchurian Global confirmed today

it is continuing with plans
to finance privately owned combat units

to relieve beleaguered
U.S. troop deployments worldwide.

It is a move that could save the
Defence Department billions of dollars.

How does Arthur die?

You know who I'm talking about,
the new president.

If he dies, Raymond Shaw becomes
the new president, doesn't he?

Chain of succession.
That's what you got in mind.

That's what you people wanna do.

You wanna really run the world,
don't you, Susie? Rosie?

Whatever the hell your name is.

Well, I got my library card
and I got your tapes.

I do my research too.
We're going to the feds,

we're going to the police, the
newspapers, whatever it takes.

I am the feds.

Now, get off me!

Get off of me!

We found...

an implant device...

...in AI Melvin.

You found one in Melvin.

Just like you said.

I'm part of a shadow unit.
We've been watching you.

Trying to sort this thing out.

This isn't an election, this is a coup.

This is... In our own country,
a regime change, in our own country.

Ben, don't. Ben.

This is rich people,
Manchurian Global funding bad science

to put a sleeper in the White House,
and that's what's going on, Rosie.

-That's what's going on.
-I wanna believe you.

Well, then, believe me.
Help me. Help me.

Shoot me, then. Help me or shoot me.

Make a decision.

Make a decision.

I made a decision when I met you, Ben.

Now, why don't you show me
what you have in your file.

-Sir!
-Congressman!

Sir, do you have a statement
for us tonight?

...was exceptionally clear and simple.

A stronger, safer, more profitable world

through incorruptible
top-level management.

We trust you with our technology

and suddenly you turn him
into a common hit man.

How fucking dare you.
I trusted you with my son.

You didn't even ask us...

Don't lecture me!
You swore to me that this was fail-safe.

No leaks, no glitches, no dreams.

Not even a shadow
of what was done to Raymond...

You needed to ask before you acted.
This is not a...

Tom Jordan was going to destroy
my son and everything I've worked for,

and every one of us along with it.
And you wanted me to what?

-Call a meeting?
-Now, look, look, look.

In the larger course of history...

there are key players...

and role players, Senator.

Bullshit! This is about my son
and the future of this country.

I thought we understood each other.

I think we do. I think we really do.

-Your God is money.
-Oh, wait, wait, and yours is?

No, no. I'm a believer.

I am an optimist. I believe in the future.

And people who do,
the ones who make history

instead of just sitting around
watching it,

no, they're willing to take the big risks.

Yes, I made a decision.

Oh, God!
Where are all the men anymore?

My father, Tyler Prentiss, never asked,

"ls this okay? Is this okay?"

You know what I'm saying, Mark?

He just did what needed to be done.

Come on, rise and shine, New York.
it's a big day in the Big Apple.

That's right. All polls indicate

that New Yorkers will be turning out

in record numbers today
across the five boroughs

to select a new president.

At least, that's how the billboard says
it's supposed to happen.

The polls open at 6 a.m.

And bars and taverns in Manhattan,
Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx,

and Staten Island
will be opening shortly thereafter

That's right, New Yorkers. We are free
to drink and vote all day today.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thanks for coming out.

Congressman, good luck.

-Hello.
-Hi.

Raymond! Raymond!

-Hey. Thank you very much.
-The next vice president, sir.

I hope so.

-Let's have a win.
-We're with you. We're with you.

Thank you, Tony, take care.

Thank you.

Take care. Goodbye.
Thanks very much.

Good luck.

It's clean.

It's clean.

It's all right, Evan.

How's your back?

I've been having the dreams, Ben.

Oh, that's good.

They're inside my head.

We'll get them out. I got the proof.

I know what they did to us.
I just don't know why.

I dream things, Ben.

Terrible things
that can't possibly have happened.

-I'm gone, Ben...
-No, you're not, you're right here.

Ben,

there's something I want you to have.

I don't deserve this.

Jocelyn's dead.

I know.

And the senator.

Yeah.

Did I...

I think so, Raymond, yes.

I don't remember, Ben.
I don't remember.

Raymond,

did they tell you
what it is they want you to do?

That's what I gotta find out.

We gotta find out what's gonna happen,
where it's gonna happen...

Are we friends, Ben?
I wanna believe we were friends.

We are connected and that's something
nobody can take from us.

You could've had me locked up,
but you didn't.

That's proof
that there's something deep inside.

There's a part that they can't get to.

And it's deep inside of us.
And that's where the truth is.

That's our only hope.

That's what you and me
need to tap into,

and that's what you and I are gonna use
to take them out, Raymond.

We don't have much time. Please.

-I thought you were smarter than that.
-Raymond, please.

You don't think
they saw this coming, Ben?

You don't think they factored you in?

I am the enemy, Major Marco.

What are you talking about?

Yes, Mother.

Yes, he's right here.

-She wants you.
-Me?

Yes, Senator.

-ls this Captain Marco?
-Yeah .

Captain Bennett Marco?

Yes.

Bennett Ezekiel Marco.

Yes.

Listen.

Hurry up!

Major Marco?

Ben?

...people can get together whenever
they want and not get in trouble.

People should be allowed to say
what is on their mind...

The Bill of Rights gives people...

Thank you.

The candidates made ritual trips
to the voting booths today.

Governor Arthur;
casting his ballot in North Platte,

will spend election night
in the Big Apple

with running mate Raymond Shaw

for their anticipated victory party.

The presidential rival,
incumbent Vice President Nelson

returned to his home
in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

He attended special
church services this morning...

-All clear.
-Raymond,

-Clear.
-listen.

The bullet will strike Bob Arthur

the moment you step forward

and arrive on your star beside him.

Because the assassin...

the deranged, obsessed,

tragically paranoid lone gunman,

is trying to kill you.

Major Marco's an excellent marksman.

But you must stay very, very still

and stand right where you're supposed
to stand.

What happens to Ben?

The assassin always dies, baby.

It's necessary for the national healing.

I'm sure you will never
entirely comprehend this, darling.

But I want you to know, Raymond...

I did this for you.

So that you could have what I couldn't.

What your father threw away.

The opportunity to lead this nation.

-I know, Mother.
-And so I let them take you

and change you a little bit.

Not so much that you would notice,

but just enough

to bring you back to who you really are.

And to what you will become.

Oh, and look at you.

Look at you.

Look what you've achieved,
look how far we've come.

It's working, Raymond.

And you're going
to save our country now.

In the hour of her greatest need.

Yes, Mother.

But...

But when you smile...

Oh, darling, when you smile,
that's what I live for.

When you smile.

Well, it's official.

CBS News now projects
Robert Arthur and Raymond Shaw

to be the next president
and vice president of the United States.

With at least 270 electoral votes

and support of almost 70%
of votes tallied tonight.

Arthur and running mate
Raymond Shaw

are leading
in all but one remaining race,

in the sitting vice president's
home state of Louisiana.

Wait, Jimmy. Jimmy, wait.

-Wait. No. Go back. Can you go back?
-Yeah.

-Stop.
-Sure.

-Now, can you zoom in on that guy?
-Yep.

No, no, Jimmy, the other one.

The one in the back.
The one in the shades.

-This one?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Never mind. Thanks, Jimmy.

Arthur! That's right!

Arthur! Arthur!

-We did it. Wow.
-Yeah!

All right! Yes!

-YES.
-Hi.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Arthur! Arthur!

Let's have a good show, people.
Let's have a really good show, okay?

Arthur! Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!

Cue screens.

Very good.

Stand by with the first music cue.

Now, music.

Okay.

Damn it.
Shaw missed his first position.

AOP! AOP!

Up there!

Ben!

Ben!

All right. Bye.

The FBI has just released
security footage

of the assassin of Raymond
and Eleanor Prentiss Shaw

entering the hotel
two hours before the fatal shooting.

Authorities have identified the gunman
as Klaus Bachmann.

Bachmann was believed to have been
killed in a car bomb explosion

in Chechnya four years ago.

He was employed there
as a covert operation specialist

by Global Endeavours,

a UK subsidiary of the equity fund giant
Manchurian Global.

A second former Manchurian Global
civilian contractor

was taken into custody
by federal agents

at Chicago 's O'Hare Airport
early this morning.

Laurence Tokar made news
during the Gulf War

for his presence
on Raymond Shaw's famed Lost Patrol.

Tokar was missing in action
after the ambush

that resulted in Shaw being awarded
the Congressional Medal of Honour

Authorities are exploring additional
connections between the two men.

Still reeling from the recent tragic loss
of Senator Thomas Jordan,

Congress has already announced
a far-reaching investigation

into Jordan's death,

in an effort to learn if it is in any way
related to the Shaw assassinations.

In a supercharged encounter
moments ago, president-elect Arthur..

I remember running.

I had to...

get out...

to where the sky was. And had to...

get to the water. Escape. Regroup.

Come back, get my men.

I thought that if I could just get
to the water...

everything would be okay.

If I could just get to the water.

Now, when you're rescued and returned
with your patrol

to command headquarters,

what will be among the first of your
duties that you'll undertake?

I 'll recommend Sergeant Shaw
for the Medal of Honour; sin

He saved our lives.

He terminated the enemy.
Led us across the desert to safety.

Excellent. And there were casualties?

There 's always casualties in wan sin

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