-Who? -Greeks. A couple of Greeks in a play.
You know, Ben, it's a terrible thing to hate your mother.
But I didn't always hate her.
When I was a child, I only kind of disliked her.
But after what she did to Jocie and me...
that's when I began to hate her.
-Jocie? -Jocie Jordan.
Sen. Jordan's daughter.
That's pretty funny, isn't it?
Thomas Jordan's daughter...
and Johnny Iselin's stepson.
That's her.
Jocie.
-She's lovely. -I always keep her picture.
Years later, I realized, Ben, that...
I'm not very lovable. No, don't contradict me.
I am not lovable.
Some people are lovable, and other people are not lovable.
I am not lovable.
But I was very lovable with Jocie.
You cannot believe how lovable I was.
In a way.
Then, of course, my mother fixed all that.
Ben, you don't blame me for hating my mother, do you?
I'm not making excuses...
but I have been even less lovable...
than I was since.
It was the summer just before I went into the army...
and I was bitten by this snake.
-Are you following me? -I am.
While I was lying there, absolutely helpless...
afraid to move, because you're not supposed to move...
it makes the poison circulate...
when, unexpectedly, there she was...
with a razorblade in her hand.
My daddy's going to be so pleased about this.
I mean, he's absolutely scared tiddly about snakes in this part of the country.
I know that sounds terribly Freudian, but in this case, I don't think it is.
I think he's just simply and uncomplicatedly afraid of snakes, period...
which is why I happen to be riding around with a razorblade...
and a bottle of potassium permanganate solution.
You don't happen to have a handkerchief, do you?
No, of course, you don't.
I don't, either.
I do have a Kleenex. Oh, well...
Seriously, Daddy is going to be just thrilled about this.
All summer long, he's been raving about snakes...
and nobody's even seen one, and now this.
I promise you, it may be uncomfortable for you...
but it's going to absolutely make his summer.
Now you just lie very still. Don't move.
That's very important.
I'll be right back with the car in a minute.
You're lucky, young man, very lucky.
If I were to tell you the statistics on death by snakebite every year...
But in this case, I think... There's no swelling above or below.
Normal.
I must say, there's a good chance you're going to live.
You are not, by any chance, a mute, are you?
No, sir.
I want to thank you very much, Miss...
-Jordan. -Miss Jocelyn Jordan.
-How do you do? -Hi.
And now, according to the quaint local custom...
-it's your turn to tell us what your name is. -My name is Raymond Shaw, sir.
How do you do, Raymond? Is your place near here?
Yes, it's that red house just across the lake.
-The Iselin house? -My house.
It was my father's. My father's dead, he left it to me.
We were told that that was the summer camp of Sen. Iselin.
Johnny stays there sometimes, sir.
When he gets too drunk for my mother to allow him to be seen in Washington.
My dear, although we've done everything that modern science recommends...
there's still the traditional folk remedy against snakebite, which we haven't applied.
So, to be on the safe side...
-Mrs. Iselin is your mother? -Yes, sir.
I once found it necessary to sue your mother...
for defamation of character and slander.
My name is Thomas Jordan. Sen. Thomas Jordan.
The Communist?
One of your mother's more endearing traits...
is her tendency to refer to anyone who disagrees with her about anything...
as a Communist.
The last time she so referred to me on a network radio program...
it cost her $65,000 and court costs.
What hurt her more than the money, I think...
was the fact that I donated it...
to an organization called the American Civil Liberties Union.
-Sen. Jordan? -Yes, Raymond.
I would very much like to ask your permission, sir, to marry Jocelyn.
We were together every minute after that.
You just cannot believe, Ben, how lovable the whole damn thing was.
All summer long, we were together.
I was lovable...
Jocie was lovable, the Senator was lovable...
the days were lovable, the nights were lovable...
and everybody was lovable.
Except, of course...
my mother.
What is it, Mother?
What sort of a greeting is that at 3:30 a.m.?
-It's 2:45, and what do you want? -I want to talk to you, Raymond.
About what?
I want to talk to you about that Communist tart.
Shut up with that, Mother!
Do you know what Jordan is? Are you out to crucify me?
I don't know what you're talking about.
-I'm going to bed. -Raymond, sit down.
How would you see her? They live in New York.
I'm getting a job in New York.
-You have your army service. -Next spring.
I might be dead by next spring.
Raymond, if we were at war...
and you suddenly became infatuated with the daughter of a Russian agent...
wouldn't you expect me to come to you and object...
and beg you to stop the entire thing before it was too late?
Well, we are at war.
It's a cold war...
but it will get worse and worse, until every man, woman and child in this country...
will have to stand up and be counted...
to say whether they are on the side of right and freedom...
or on the side of the Thomas Jordans of this country.
I will go with you to Washington, tomorrow, if you like...
and I will show you proof that this man stands for evil.
That he is evil.
And that his whole life is devoted to undermining everything that you and I...
and Johnny and every freedom-minded American...
She won, of course.
She always does.
I could never beat her.
I still can't.
I wrote a letter...
or she wrote it and I signed it, I can't even remember which.
It was a terrible, vile, disgusting letter.
The next day, I enlisted in the army.
I never saw her again.
God knows, Ben...
I'm not lovable.
But I loved her.
I did love her. I do love her.
Come on, kid. Time for you to call it a night.
So this lousy brother-in-law of mine, I say to him:
"You think you're a poker player? Well, I got a flash for you.
"You ain't no poker player."
So I says to him:
"My advice to you, from the bottom of the heart...
"don't play poker.
"lf I was you, I'd get myself another line of action.
"Why don't you pass the time by playing a little solitaire?"
-So he says-- -Give me a deck of cards, please.
When I got married to my old lady, I got no idea that this guy...
comes in the same package, that it's a package deal.
For 11 long years, I got this crumb tied around my neck.
Believe me, it's no bargain.
A beer, please. Sorry I'm late, kid.
Got held up in traffic.
So I says to him, "Do me a favor, will you?
"Why don't you go and take yourself a cab and go up to Central Park...
"and go jump in the lake?"
Hey, Raymond!
Get out of there.
What are you doing?
What the hell are you doing? What's the matter with you?
I don't know.
I was next to you at the bar, you were playing solitaire.
Do you remember that?
Then you bolted out of the bar, took a cab to the park...
and jumped into the water.
I don't remember, Ben.
I just don't remember.
Wait a minute, I do. I remember.
In the dream.
I remember what you were doing with your hands.
You were... Of course.
Obviously, the solitaire game serves as some kind of trigger mechanism.
Black 7 on the red 8.
I suggest we discard the various number systems and concentrate on the face cards.
-Red 6 on the black 7. -Thanks a lot.
Because of their symbolic identification with human beings.
Based on Raymond's psychiatric pattern, we can safely eliminate jacks and kings.
Black 6 on the red 7.
Why don't you try it for a while?
Human fish swimming at the bottom of the ocean of atmosphere...
develop psychic injuries as they collide with one another.
Most mortal of all are those gotten from the parent fish.
Queen of Diamonds on the black king.
Hey, what are you doing?
-Cheating is a form of regression-- -I remember.
I remember.
I can see that Chinese cat standing there smiling like Fu Manchu...
and saying, "The Queen of Diamonds is reminiscent in many ways...
"of Raymond's dearly loved and hated mother...
"and is the second key to clear the mechanism...
"for any other assignment."
"...our great republic, repeat, republic...
"until the peril of international Communism...
"is driven from every dark corner of this great nation."
Give me a little chucky under the chin.
I can't tell you how worried I am about Raymond.
-Raymond? What Raymond? -Raymond Shaw. My son. Your stepson.
I've been thinking about him, and you know what I've decided?
-What? -I've decided it's time he got married.
May I ask what you find so amusing?
Who could you possibly find who would marry Raymond?
I have devoted considerable thought to the problem.
It has occurred to me that Tom Jordan's daughter Jocelyn...
you remember her, hon...
that mousy little girl Raymond was so attracted to that summer at the lake?
-Yeah, that little "Communist tart"? -All right!
-I may have been hasty. -A little in the hairline.
Anyway, times change. I now think she would make Raymond an excellent wife.
She's been living in Paris for the past two years.
I have word she'll be coming home soon.
When she does, I think we should give a little party.
But, babe, I thought that you and Sen. Jordan--
I keep telling you not to think.
You're very, very good at a great many things...
but thinking, hon, just simply isn't one of them.
You just keep shouting, "Point of order," into the television cameras...
and I'll handle the rest.
-I think a June wedding would be nice. -Bourbon, water.
Right before the convention.
I don't know why yours is the only apartment in New York City...
without an air conditioner.
Sometimes I think you came to us from another century.
Chu-chin-chow, or whatever your name is...
the steaks are to be broiled for exactly 11 minutes...
no more, no less, on each side in a preheated grill at 400 degrees.
Yes, ma'am.
Mother, may I ask a question?
Of course.
What are you doing here?
Why are we having our annual meeting?
I don't know what you're talking about.
When I got your message, announcing you were coming...
I naturally assumed you wanted something.
Not at all. This is a purely social event.
However--
The "however."
As you may or may not have heard, Johnny and I are giving an enormous party.
A costume ball, actually, at the summer house on Long lsland.
I wondered if you'd like to attend?
Have you gone out of your mind?
The reason I ask is because we're giving it in honor of an old friend of yours...
and her father.
What old friend?
Do you remember a darling girl we met before you went into the army?
Jocelyn Jordan, Sen. Jordan's daughter?
She's been living abroad for the last several years.
She arrived back in New York a week or so ago.
And I thought...
considering the rather shabby way you treated her...
it might be a rather gracious gesture if I gave her a coming-home party.
Jocie and her father...
coming to a party of yours?
Of course...
once I explained to her you would be there.
It's all right, it's Polish caviar.
Johnny, come over here, hon.
You stand in the middle.
-Thank you. See you later. -You look marvelous.
-Where is she? Have they come? -They'll be here any minute.
Are you sure they're coming, Mother? Absolutely sure?
Raymond, don't be such a jerk.
Go and get yourself a drink or a tranquilizer or something.
Raymond can certainly be a royal pain.
She's just kidding. You look great. Just great!
What are you supposed to be, one of those Dutch skaters?
Raymond, darling...
Why must you always look as if your head's about to come to a point?
Now just be patient, and she'll be here. I guarantee it.
Raymond, why don't we just sneak away for a few minutes...
and sit down somewhere quietly and have a drink?
Are you absolutely sure she's coming, Mother?
I told you, she telephoned me 20 minutes ago from the hotel.
-Mother, how did she sound? -Like a girl.
Why don't you pass the time by playing a little solitaire?
Tom!
Tom boy, so great you could come.
I am here at this fascist rally...
because my daughter has assured me...
that it was important to her happiness that I come.
There is no other reason.
Good old Tom.
The time has come for us to have a serious discussion.
We feel... What is it?
It's me, babe, Johnny. Tom Jordan's here. I need you.
I'll be right out!
-Who's in there with you, anyway? -Raymond!
Hurry it up, will you? We've got work to do out here.
I'll take this one with me, dear. It might be mischief if I leave it.
Yes, Mother.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
I've been watching you through the window.
When I saw you, my heart almost shot out of my body.
I sent Daddy around the front way.
I had to see you alone.
Jocie.
Thank you.
Come on, lover.
Why don't you just take that somewhere very quietly and drink it?
But, babe, I...
All right, dear, run along. The grownups have to talk.
How good of you to come, Tom.
I have explained to your husband why I am here.
Tom, I know you have very strong personal feelings...
about Johnny and about me.
What I would like to find out is how strong they really are.
To put it as simply as possible:
If Johnny's name were put forward at the convention next week...
would you attempt to block him?
You're joking, of course.
Mr. Stevenson makes jokes. I do not.
You're seriously trying for the nomination for Johnny?
No. We couldn't make it.
But I think he has a good chance for the second spot.
I've answered your question, but you haven't answered mine.
-What question? -Will you block us?
Will I block you?
I would spend every cent I own and all I could borrow to block you.
There are people who think of Johnny as a clown and a buffoon.
But I do not.
I despise John Iselin...
and everything that Iselinism has come to stand for.
I think if John Iselin were a paid Soviet agent...
he could not do more to harm this country than he is doing now.
You asked me a question, very well, I'll answer you.
If you attempt to deal with the delegates...
or cause Johnny's name to be brought forward on the ticket...
or if in my canvass of the delegates tomorrow morning by telephone...
I find that you are so acting...
I will bring impeachment proceedings against your husband...
on the floor of the United States Senate.
And I will hit him, I promise you...
with everything in my well-documented book.
For $1 million, pick a card.
-Card tricks. If I had known that-- -Pick a card.
The Queen of Diamonds.
That's pretty good. How did you do that?
This is what is known, my dear girl, as a forced deck.
This deck of cards is often employed by a professional magician...
to simplify his problem of guessing the card picked by the little old lady in the third row.
Also employed by Army lntelligence officers who...
Rosie, let's get married.
We certainly are in good spirits tonight, aren't we?
Yes, we are.
Tomorrow's the big day.
Lunch with Raymond, then a nice little game of solitaire...
and a nice long chat about the good old days in Korea...
and some old Chinese and Russian friends of ours.
Then a suggestion or two to rip out all of the wiring...
and then, dear girl, it's over. All over.
-What's the matter, don't you want to? -Want to what?
Get married. Why don't you pay attention to me when I speak to you?
Bennie, I want to marry you more than I want to go on eating ltalian food...
which will give you some idea.
Then why don't we get with it, kiddo?
You know, arranging for the papers, for the blood test, posting the banns...
figure out what we're gonna name the kids, renting the rice...
-buy the ring, call the folks. -Folks?
You neither? Orphan?
I used to be convinced that I was the sole survivor of a spaceship that overshot Mars.
Very sexy stuff. Very, very sexy.
-Ben! -Hello, Raymond.
Ben, I want you to meet Jocie. Remember, I told you about her?
This is my friend, Maj. Ben Marco.
-Miss Jordan. -How do you do, Major?
Only, it's not Miss Jordan anymore. It's Mrs. Shaw. Mrs. Raymond Shaw.
We flew to Maryland last night. We got married. We Just got back.
Aren't you going to pop champagne, or dance in the streets...
or at least kiss the bride?
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
My God, Ben, isn't she beautiful, though? Isn't she?
Am I not the luckiest guy in the whole world?
You don't have to answer that. Anyway, I'm the one who's lucky.
Listen, darling, there must be some beer or champagne...
or penicillin eye-drops or some anchovies in the ice box.
Crack open whatever it is. The three of us have got to have a drink.
Come on, bustle. Make like a housewife.
I'll get out of this idiot suit.
Ben, you should've seen the judge's face.
There we were, the Queen of Diamonds and me looking like, I don't know...
Iike Gaucho Marx.
Gaucho Marx?
Ben, I just made a joke.
Not a very good joke, I admit, but a joke.
Have you ever before heard me make a joke?
I just made one. Gaucho Marx.
Me!
Big day! Mark that down in your book.
Raymond Shaw got married, and he made a joke.
Gaucho Marx.
"The Queen of Diamonds?" What did he mean?
My costume. I came to this costume party as the Queen of Diamonds.
I didn't know what to wear. Then I saw this big playing card in a shop--
-Mrs. Shaw. -Please, Major, Jocie.
You call me Jocie, I'll call you Ben.
Mrs. Shaw, Jocie, the reason I came here this morning...
is to ask Raymond to voluntarily put himself under arrest.
What?
Maybe not under arrest, that's pretty strong, but...
to surrender himself for some questioning.
Questioning? What kind of questioning?
Raymond is sick, Mrs. Shaw, in a kind of a special way.
-He doesn't even realize it himself. -Sick? He's not sick.
He's the healthiest man I've seen in my whole life.
-You can tell that by just looking at him. -That's not the kind of sick I mean.
You're wrong, Ben.
He's tied up inside, in a thousand knots, I know that.
But you can see for yourself how he is with me.
Oh, God.
We were married just six hours ago.
We've been in cars and offices and airplanes ever since.
What were your...
What are your plans?
There's an inn, The Bedford House, near Bedford Village...
it's about an hour from here.
There's hardly anyone there this early in the season.
We've already wired for a room.
Ben, you've got to believe me and trust me, I can make him well.
I'll give you 48 hours. Have him back here day after tomorrow.
I'll talk to him then.
After that, we'll see.
Thank you, Ben.
Thank you, and God bless you.
Darling.
What?
Nothing.
Just darling.
My dear girl...
have you noticed the human race is divided into two distinct and irreconcilable groups?
Those who walk into rooms and automatically turn television sets on...
and those who walk into rooms and automatically turn them off.
The problem is they usually marry each other, which causes...
...elopement of Jocelyn Jordan, daughter of Sen. Thomas Jordan...
and Korean war hero, Raymond Shaw, stepson of Sen. John Iselin.
-It appears however... -My Romeo.
... this Montague-Capulet note will have little effect on the feud...
now raging between the two party leaders.
From his campaign headquarters, Sen. Iselin stepped up his charges...
against the man attempting to block his nomination.
I now charge this man, Thomas Jordan...
with high treason.
And I assure you, the moment the Senate reconvenes...
I shall move for this man Jordan's impeachment...
and after that a civil trial.
Come on, get dressed. We're driving down to New York.
Go straight to your father's house. Convey my personal apologies to him.
-I'll join you later. -What are you going to do?
Something I should have done a long time ago.
I'm going to beat that vile, slandering, son-of-a-numbskull to a bloody pulp!
Mother!
That vile, slandering husband of yours, where is he?
Something very important has come up. There is something you have to do.
Who is it?
-It's me, sir. -Raymond, my boy.
Jocie waited up as long as she could. She turned in about 1:45.
She told me the good news.
-Raymond. -Yes, sir.
I want to offer my congratulations and welcome you to the family.
I've been watching my daughter's face all evening.
-She's a very happy girl. -Thank you, sir.
Come with me. I'll force some good whiskey on you...
to celebrate your wedding, soothe you after a trying day...
any number of good reasons.
There's some whiskey in that cabinet beside you. Help yourself.
I only hope you haven't been too much upset by these idiotic attacks of Iselin's.
Actually, I take the position that any attack by Iselin is a great honor.
Actually, I haven't had so much supporting mail in the Senate in the last 22 years.
I'm very glad to hear that, sir.
What the hell is that in your hand?
It's a pistol, sir.
Is that a silencer?
Yes, sir.
Why are you carrying a pistol?
Raymond, what are you--
Daddy, what is it?
Raymond, no! Raymond, darling!
Ben, what is it?
Raymond Shaw shot and killed his wife early this morning.
-But it doesn't say-- -I know.
It wasn't Raymond that really did it.
In a way, it was me.
As you can well understand, gentlemen...
my wife is prostrate over the loss of this dear and wonderful girl...
whom she loved as a daughter.
And your stepson, Senator, where is he?
My son Raymond's in retreat...
praying for strength and understanding...
to try and carry on somehow.
Ben, it's for you.
Maj. Marco speaking.
-Ben. -Hi, kid.
How could anyone... Jocie.
How could it happen?
Where are you, Raymond?
I think maybe I'm going crazy.
I'm having terrible dreams like you used to have and...
Where are you? We can't talk on the telephone. Just tell me where you are.
I'm in a hotel room...
across from the Garden.
Eighth Avenue side.
Room 4.
All right. Listen to me. Wait there. I'll be there in 10 minutes.
Don't move, just wait right there.
Okay, I'll take him now.
Everything's got to move quite normally.
I want him to feel like he's safe. Just give me a pack of cards.
What do you know?
They just handed the vice-presidential nomination to that idiot Iselin.
Hi, kid.
Who killed Jocie, Ben?
Tell me, I've got to know.
How about passing the time by playing a little solitaire?
All right.
Now let's start unlocking a few doors.
Let's begin with the patrol.
You didn't save our lives or take out an enemy company or anything like that...
did you, Raymond?
What happened?
The patrol was taken by a Russian airborne unit...
and flown by helicopter...
across the Manchurian border to a place called Tunghwa.
We were worked on for three days...
by a team of specialists from the Pavlov lnstitute in Moscow.
They've developed a technique for descent into the unconscious mind...
part light-induced and part drug.
Never mind all that. Not now.
Tell me what else happened at Tunghwa.
We were drilled for three days.
We were made to memorize the details of the imaginary action.
What else?
And I strangled Ed Mavole...
and shot Bobby Lembeck.
One red queen works pretty good.
Let's see what we get with two of them. Keep playing.
Then I killed Mr. Gaines.
It was just a test. It didn't matter who I killed.
They picked him to see if the linkages worked...
before they turned me over to my American operator.
And that business about jumping in the lake...
it really did happen.
It was an accident.
Something somebody said in the bar accidentally triggered it.
Keep playing.
Then I killed Sen. Jordan.
And after that...
You are to forget everything that happened at the Senator's house.
Do you understand? You'll only remember it when I tell you so.
You are to forget about it. You understand?
Yes, sir.
Now, Raymond, now the big one.
Why is all of this being done? What have they built you to do?
I don't know.
I don't think anybody really knows except...
Berezovo in Moscow...
and my American operator here.
Whatever it is, it's supposed to happen soon...
right at the convention.
Maybe...
I don't know.
They can make me do anything, Ben...
can't they?
Anything.
We'll see, kid.
We'll see what they can do, and we'll see what we can do.
So the red queen is our baby.
Take a look at this, kid.
Fifty-two of them.
Take a good look at them, Raymond.
And while you're looking, listen.
This is me, Marco, talking.
Fifty-two red queens and me are telling you. You know what we're telling you?
It's over.
The links, their beautifully conditioned links are smashed.
They're smashed as of now, because we say so.
Because we say they are to be smashed.
We're busting up the joint, we're tearing out all the wires.
We're busting it up so good...
all the queen's horses and queen's men...
will never put old Raymond back together again.
You don't work anymore. That's an order.
Anybody invites you to a game of solitaire...
you tell them, "Sorry, buster, the ballgame is over."
It's time for my American operator to give me the plan.
Yes? Yes, I understand, Mother.
She wants me to go.
There's a car waiting for me downstairs.
The convention's adjourned.
It reconvenes at 9:00 for the acceptance speeches.
I don't think anything will happen until then.
I'd better go now.
Here's a number.
I've got 500 people at my disposal, a thousand if I need them.
You call me at that number. Try to call me by 8:30...
or as soon as you find out whatever it is they want you to do.
-I'll be waiting. -Yes, sir.
Remember, Raymond, the wires have been pulled.
They can't touch you anymore.
You're free.
It's been decided that you will be dressed as a priest...
to help you get away in the pandemonium afterwards.
Chunjin will give you a two-piece Soviet Army sniper's rifle...
that fits nicely into a special bag.
There's a spotlight booth that won't be in use.
It's up under the roof on the Eighth Avenue side of the Garden.
You will have absolutely clear, protected shooting.
You are to shoot the presidential nominee through the head...
and Johnny will rise gallantly to his feet...
and lift Ben Arthur's body in his arms...
and stand in front of the microphones and begin to speak.
The speech is short...
but it's the most rousing speech I've ever read.
It's been worked on here and in Russia, on and off, for over eight years.
I shall force someone to take the body away from him.
Then Johnny will really hit those microphones and those cameras...
with blood all over him...
fighting off anyone who tries to help him...
defending America, even if it means his own death.
Rallying a nation of television viewers into hysteria...
to sweep us up into the White House...
with powers that will make martial law seem like anarchy.
Now this is very important:
I want the nominee to be dead...
about two minutes after he begins his acceptance speech...
depending on his reading time under pressure.
You are to hit him right at the point that he finishes the phrase:
"Nor would I ask of any fellow American...
"in defense of his freedom...
"that which I would not gladly give myself.
"My life before my liberty."
Is that absolutely clear?
Would you repeat it for me, Raymond?
"Nor would I ask of any fellow American...
"in defense of his freedom...
"that which I would not gladly give...
"myself.
"My life before my liberty."
I know you will never entirely comprehend this, Raymond...
but you must believe I did not know it would be you.
I served them. I fought for them.
I'm on the point of winning for them...
the greatest foothold they will ever have in this country.
And they paid me back by taking your soul away from you.
I told them to build me an assassin.
I wanted a killer from a world filled with killers, and they chose you...
because they thought it would bind me closer to them.
But now we have come almost to the end.
One last step...
and then when I take power...
they will be pulled down and ground into dirt...
for what they did to you...
and what they did in so contemptuously underestimating me.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
Testing. One, two, three, four, five, six.
We need the lights. Lights.
Lights out.
Lights!
Why hasn't he called?
It was a calculated risk, Ben. You were right to take it.
Even if it's not true, it's nice of you to say it.
-The Garden's filling up. -Take it easy.
-8:44. -I know.
If Steinkamp doesn't take off that stupid hat...
and stop messing around with those broads, I'll bust him into a PFC.
Easy, Ben.
Okay, Milt, I blew it!
My magic is better than your magic. I should've known better.
Intelligence Officer. Stupidity Officer is better.
If the Pentagon wants to open up a stupidity division...
they know who they can get to lead it.
Milt, Raymond was theirs, he is theirs, and he'll always be theirs.
There's time. He may still call.
For money?
That's what I figured.
-Let's get the hell out of here. -All right, Ben, let's go.
You've got to stop this thing.
How can I stop it? On what evidence?
If there was a bomb here, or you got a tip there was, you'd stop it.
You'd empty the White House, if you had to.
I say there's a time bomb here, just waiting to go off.
Ladies and gentlemen, our national anthem.
Oh, say can you see
by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed
at the twilight's last gleaming
Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Stop twitching. Raymond has never missed with a rifle in his life.
through the perilous fight
O'er the ramparts we watched
were so gallantly streaming
And the rockets' red glare
the bombs bursting in air
Gave proof, through the night
that our flag was still there
Oh, say, does that
star-spangled banner
yet wave
O 'er the land of the free
We' re in like Flynn, lover.
and the home
of the brave?
-Ladies and gentlemen... -Just take it easy.
...I give you the next President of the United States:
Benjamin K. Arthur.
Mr. Chairman...
delegates, my fellow Americans:
it is with great humility...
albeit with enormous pride...
and with a sense of the job to be done...
that I most humbly and most gratefully...
accept this nomination for the highest office in our land.
It is with a full awareness...
that the four years that lie ahead for this country...
are, in a sense, the crucial years...
the years, if I may borrow Mr. Churchill's phrase...
"the years of decision. "
And, if I may be permitted a phrase of my own...
the years of striving.
For it is not what has been done...
in the past...
nor what may be done against the far horizons...
of some distant future...
but what will be done now.
Nor would I ask of any fellow American...
in defense of his freedom...
that which I would not gladly give myself.
My life before my liberty.
You couldn't have stopped them, the army couldn't have stopped them, so I had to.
That's why I didn't call.
Oh, God, Ben.
Poor Raymond.
Poor friendless, friendless Raymond.
He was wearing his medal when he died.
You should read some of the citations sometime.
Just read them.
"Taken, eight prisoners, killing four enemy in the process...
"while one leg and one arm were shattered.
"He could only crawl, because the other leg had been blown off.
"Edwards."
"Wounded five times.
"Dragged himself across the direct fire of three enemy machine guns...
"to pull two of his wounded men to safety amid 69 dead...
"and 203 casualties.
"Holderman."
"Made to commit acts...
"too unspeakable to be cited here...
"by an enemy who had captured his mind and his soul.
"He freed himself at last...
"and in the end...
"heroically and unhesitatingly gave his life...
"to save his country.
"Raymond Shaw."
Hell!