Mikhail Kryzhanovsky, a former KGB and CIA, the author of the White House Special Handbook, Espionage and Counterespionage Handbook.
1, How I saved Bill Clinton.
2. "The Oval Office" movie script
Publication date: June 4, 2018
James Patterson and Bill Clinton, a thief
Bill Clinton stole my idea of a missing President and used it in his book, published in 2018. Bill and Hillary know me perfectly well and he is sure I′m not going to talk. Big mistake. I want justice.
HOW I SAVED BILL CLINTON
September 1, 1995
I was recruited by CIA and had to work as a killer and special operations expert for CIA and FBI. I had to spy on the White House and the U. S. Congress and kill American politicians.
Also, I, a KGB spy, had to teach American presidents how to rule America and created "The Professional" system – special instructions on successful election and re-election campaigns, strategic planning and top decisions making, national security, foreign policy and diplomacy, propaganda, economy, war and special operations. That’s why Bill Clinton won 1996 re-election campaign. In 2007 it was published as the White House Special Handbook. Obama was using it, and now – Trump.
I could never imagine that in America I could have a unique status, "carte blanche" which means a “license to kill” any politician who is the threat to CIA.
CIA and FBI also asked for effective interrogation, tortures and murders methods and readily used them in Guantanamo, Iraq and Afghanistan. I, not Condi Rice or Hillary Clinton, designed the world domination, “controlled chaos” and “color” revolutions strategies successfully used to blow up Yugoslavia, Tunisia, Libya, Egypt, Syria, Ukraine, Yemen, and unite USA and EU for the World War III for Russian resources.
But CIA wanted more from me – they had "a hell of a job up to my high professional skills as a former KGB anti-terror “Nabat” (”The Bell”) group sniper. Working abroad – Europe, Asia, Middle East – was OK with me, but I had no intention to kill politicians in America and play Lee Oswald-2. They′ve pressed me hard in return.
Who was the first target? President Bill Clinton – CIA wanted me "to stay close to him".
CIA and FBI awarded me with immigration status for my consent to kill President Bill Clinton.
I knew Bill Clinton′s favorite "Filomena" restaurant in Washington, D. C. and could kill him at the entrance with a decent sniper rifle like M21 (700 m effective accuracy).
CIA didn′t guarantee my personal security, so, and I couldn′t do “a big job” and Bill Clinton has to thank for saving his life.
“Filomena “ restaurant where Bill Clinton used to dine with other presidents.
Now I understand who was behind the operation – Donald Trump.
CIA tried to get me back and blocked my family reunion. I′ve sent information on planned Bill Clinton′s assassination to Senator Hillary Clinton and asked her to help me, KGB spy – and she did. She was fighting CIA for the whole year...
THE OVAL OFFICE
on Internet since 12. 27. 2017
by Mikhail Kryzhanovsky
EXT. Forest. Day
MIKE SHORE, dressed in khaki and heavy boots, a man in his 5o′s,
is walking slowly towards a glade. CHRISTINA, blonde, good looking woman
in her 40′s, appears behind him with a pistol. She takes an aim and
shoots him. There is a strange silenced sound.
SHORE (turns around)
Oh, no, Shit!
Shore slowly falls down on his back. His eyes are closed.
Christina approaches the motionless body and kneels next to it.
She smiles. The same silenced sound is heard. Christina′s
face is distorted by pain and, she falls down next to Shore.
SHORE (opens his eyes)
Yes, Mike, please. You′re supposed to be dead – what′s
Just the left shoulder. I am going to have a nice bruise there.
These air pistols bite.
Can′t believe you didn′t hear me.
I didn′t, you were good. I smelt your perfume, honey.
Rule number one: no perfume at operation site.
Too many no′s: smoking, drinking, sex, sorry,
And the worst part if it′s a nice girl and you fall in love
with the mark...
Or a nice guy... never worked on a woman... strange...
Rule number two: remember nothing.
Shore takes a thermos out of his bag. They drink coffee.
The phone is ringing. Shore takes the phone out of his pocket.
Number three: no phones at operation site.
We′re dead anyway.
Sure. Decent death is as rare as decent life.
(into the phone)
Yeah, hi, BRIAN, how are you? I′m coming in two hours. For a talk?
No, business. Christina? She says "hi". See ya.
I don′t trust his phone calls. We don′t belong to
the Agency anymore. Rule number four.
Brian is a friend. They still need me, small job, easy money.
Surveillance, clean stuff.
They need you, not us. Relax, Mike.
If they give you the job?
I′ll take it, but they won′t do it. I′m too picky after all
those staged car crashes and suicides.
We need money. You want to move or not? You
want a villa in Nice, I have to work.
When you get back?
He said two days.
Two days surveillance? Ha-ha! “Clean” stuff?
Give me a break – we both know what they want!
I′ll be back tonight if I don′t like it. Brian is the last
guy who′d fuck me. No, not him.
I′ll bring you pizza from New York.
Fuck you, Mike.
They stand up ready to go. Christine, in a very swift movement takes the knife
out of her pocket and nearly hits Shore in the chest. He blocks her hand and
Not bad. Be careful anyway.
Shore and Christina go out of the forest and approach their house.
A small town, quiet neighborhood, nobody around.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY, OFFICE BUIKDING. Night.
INT. Large office room. TOM SMITH, is sitting with an OLD MAN
at the coffee table.
Tom, we can′t wait any longer. Russia is getting stronger
too fast. President Petrov is absolutely out of control.
You don′t help, we spend too much on
on you and my friends talk about the Vice President
substitution. If you′re in love with PRESIDENT MITCHELL...
I′m not, sir. I prefer hookers.
If you want love for money, buy a dog...
I will. You know, everyday breakfast with this idiot is a torture..
I′ve talked to McGORN in the morning, The CIA is ready to
take care of him.
Once he′s erased, the Oval Office is yours. I mean, ours.
You get power fast, you lose it fast.
Shut up. More important – I don′t trust McGorn –
– he knows too much and he′s talking to the people
we don′t like. What′s the plan?
They set up Mike Shore, a retired special ops agent.
Retired? He can pull the trigger?
Oh, yes. Killer for 20 years, Europe mostly. Afghanistan, counter-
sniper, Iraq, two years, Chechen Republic in Russia...
Fired with his wife a year ago.
They had to blow up a nuclear plant near Tehran, but gave up.
Wanna move to France, and need extra money.
Good. Be nice to the woman.
She′s not the woman, she′s the army.
INT. Shore′s house.
Christina is standing at the window watching Shore leaving in a car.
As soon as he leaves, another car pulls over at the house,
two men get out of the car and run to the house. On their way
they take out the silenced pistols out of their pockets.
Shit! I knew it! Where′s my fucking phone?!
Christina is running through the back door
and then the backyard to their neighbor′s house.
EXT. Christina′s neighbor front yard.
A WOMAN is parking the car.
KATE, I need the car! Talk to you later!
CHRISTINA grabs the keys and leaves.
EXT. The backyard of CHRISTINA′S house.
The two men are watching her leave at the back door of her house.
Let′s go get her!
EXT. The chase on the highway.
INT. Inside Christina′s car. There′s a bag with groceries
on the front seat. Christina looks at the mirror, then
she grabs the glass bottle of tomato juice and, holding
the steering wheel with her knee, throws the bottle to
the car with the two men inside.
INT. Inside the car with the two men. The bottle hits the
window, it breaks, the juice is all over the window. 8.
2nd MAN (a driver)
Shit, can′t see anything!
EXT. The car stops, the two men jump out of it and
shoot Christina′s car. The bullets hit the wheel, the car
is spinning and moves from the highway to the bushes.
Unseen by the two men, Christina jumps out of the car.
The car moves to the edge of the cliff and falls down.
EXT. – CONTIN′D
The two men run to the edge of the cliff just to watch the car blowing up
on the ground by the river.
Bitch is dead! Let′s go!
We have to check if she′s done.
Call the base, let them do it. We have no time
and we need another fucking car!
EXT. – CONTIN′D.
The two men leave the place in the car with a cracked window.
EXT. – The backyard of the BRIAN′S HOUSE. Brian and Shore have drinks.
So, what′s the job, Brian?
We must help the FBI to stop the mafia war in New York
and do … something to the guy who... initiated it.
Between us, it′s big politics. We need your brains,
Mike and not only them...
Five hundred grand. We don′t pay that big for
surveillance, so... there′s some... noise involved...
Oh, really? Hm. After that don′t ask for anything else as
you won′t find me. Christina too.
Deal. Half now, half after the job.
No cash. Here′s the bank account.
Wow! Far away. OK, I have to make a call.
Brian goes inside the house.
Shore is nervously dialing the number on his phone.
What the hell... Christine, pick up the phone...
Brian is back.
Everything′s fine. Bosses always pretend they need
time to make decisions. It′s gonna take couple of hours.
And they want to make sure you won′t let them down.
The test... the formality...
The basement is all yours.
INT. A shooting range in the basement.
Brian and Shore shoot, Shore wins. They leave the pistols there and
EXT. The backyard of Brian′s house.
Brian and Shore are back to the table. Same two men who were
chasing Christina with pistols in their hands, come out of the house and
approach the table. 1st man is wearing the gloves.
Hi, Mike. You′re my hero, a legend... Is that the winning pistol
in my hand? Yes, it is. Guess what I′m gonna do with it.
I′ll check if there are any bullets left.
1 st man points the gun at Brian and shoots him twice.
Brian falls down on the ground.
EXT. The highway, the place where Christina jumped out of the car. Christina
comes out of the bushes, she′s limping. The car, still far away, coming
her way. She lays down on the highway. The DRIVER pulls over,
gets out of the car to check her. Christina hits him in the stomach with her leg
and the man falls down on the ground.
Sorry, man, national security bullshit. You won′t die and
they gonna pay you.
Christina takes his cell phone and drives away.
NT. Inside the car.
Christina is on the phone.
(into the phone)
Mike pick up, pick up, for God′s sake!!
EXT. Brian′s backyard. Shore′s phone is ringing.
Give me the phone, Mickey.
Shore crashes the phone against the table and
throws it into the barbeque fire.
Nice move. On your knees, Mike, hands behind your
back. Let me furnish you with the braceletts. Calm down,
buddy. You′ve just killed a federal agent who broke
your identity as a Russian “mole”. Your fingerprints are
perfect. That′s a good insurance you won′t play games
and do the job right.
He′s a smart guy. Smart enough to understand we think hard
You bluff. Nobody can hurt Christina and stay alive.
Discussion is over, Shore. Shut up and get into the car.
EXT. – CONTIN′D.
The car leaves the place.
EXT. Same place.
Christina pulls over, gets out of the car. She comes into the house and then into the
Oh, my God! Brian!
Christina kneels next to Brian who′s laying
on the ground with blood all over his chest. She cuts
his shirt with the knife.
Two shots, one inch apart... very professional...
BRIAN opens his eyes, moaning.
Christina... I′m sorry... tomorrow... SAINT REGIS HOTEL...
on the roof... tomorrow...
Brian is dead.
There′s a sound of police cars′ sirens. Christina runs to
the car and leaves the place.
INT. Inside Christina′s car.
Christina is on the phone.
Hi, it′s me. I need a favor, a big one. Right now.
Yeah, coming. 13.
EXT. MANHATTAN suburbs, one can see skyscrapers from
the distance. Early morning. The car is parked near the park.
INT. Inside the car. Shore, handcuffed, is sleeping at the back seat.
The two men drink coffee.
Shore, wake up, have some coffee and get ready to make
Cut the bullshit. What do you want?
Most important, buddy, we know how dangerous you are.
You understand, if you see two of us, that doesn′t mean
there are no other teams working for us.
You′ve got one life and your wife too.
I guess so. What′s next?
We take you to the roof, mask you, give you the rifle and
the radio. You get the order – you shoot the mark in the head
He′s got a bulletproof head or something?
You remember Chicago? Happy "rat"? They put eight
bullets in his head and he survived. A miracle. And we
we are too old for miracles.
Job is done, we drive you home and you better leave the country
with your wife – you′ve got enough money to stay away for. Questions?
A regular operation. Why me?
I don′t know and I don′t care. Life is a choice. Like
buying a car – you always want the best one for a decent price.
Your case, maybe.
Who′s the mark?
No idea, I swear. The less you know, the better you
sleep. OK, time to go.
EXT, The roof of the building. Shore and two men approach the edge.
on the roof. Shore lays down, and they give him the silenced rifle,
the radio and the small box.
Don′t try to open the box, we are gonna do it with
the radio signal. There are three bullets inside. Do you
see St. Regis Hotel entrance? It′s ten blocks from here -
they won′t hear anything. See you later.
EXT – CONTIN′D
The two men cover SHORE with the plastic which is the color
of the roof and hide behind him. Shore is waiting for the mark.
The box opens up with a "beep" sound. Shore loads the rifle.
( in the headphone)
Get ready. One minute... 30 seconds...
Shore is watching the hotel entrance through the rifle site.
The limo is pulling over and the U. S. PRESIDENT FRANK
MITCHELL is getting out of the car.
( in the headphone)
One second... Go! Now!!
EXT. – CONTIN′D
Shore is quiet, he starts pulling the trigger. There are sounds
of the silenced shots and a body of another sniper with
a rifle falls down from somewhere next to Shore.
EXT. – CONTIN′D. Christina is shooting the whole team of
men who appear on the roof killing all of them. Shore jumps
on his feet and they both run downstairs. They take her car and
Shore is driving the car away. The two men are chasing them
in their car. When the two cars leave Manhattan the 1st MAN
in the car starts shooting. Christina shoots back, she hits the driver
and the car crashes against the tree. The car blows up.
INT. Inside the car, Shore and Christina.
Christie, are you OK, are you OK?!
No... they got me... the chest... the pain...
Stay with me, honey, you′ll be OK! Stay with me!
INT. – CONTIN′D
Shore stops the car and checks her pulse. Christina is dead.
No! No! No, please, no!
Shore is crying.
I swear, they′ll pay for that. I′ll erase them all...
EXT, – HAMPTONS, NEW YORK, JEFFREY RODSON′S ESTATE. Night.
Shore parks the car at the gates. Then he approaches the GUARD,
a big black guy.
My name is Mike Shore. Mr. Rodson′s daughter
has an urgent message for her father. Tell him to call
her, she′s in Paris. Call her and, not the police. Am I clear?
EXT. – CONTIN′D
The guard doesn′t answer. He′s is calling somebody and in a minute he
opens up the gate for Shore.
INT. – LIBRARY inside Rodson′s house. Shore comes in.
RODSON is sitting in a big armchair.
Have a seat, Mr. Shore. I′ve never been in a situation
like this one...
I′ve lost my wife yesterday...
Then, we better calm down and talk.
My daughter disappeared in Paris one hour ago after she
left the club with her bodyguard. She left a message on her
phone, asking to help you. Is she safe, who are you and
how much do you want?
It′s good you didn′t start with threats and a fast decision
which is usually wrong. Your daughter is safe, I was a
CIA agent, and I want to meet President Mitchell who′s coming
tomorrow night to see you. You are the number one donor to his reelection campaign right?
Thank you, now I am at ease. My daughter is the only being I live for.
And yes, I help the President.
I am sorry for the loss of your wife, I am aware that she died of cancer.
No matter how many billions you have, God is setting the order.
Do you want to kill the American President, sir?
No, I don′t. But my friend in Paris might kill your daughter if you
don′t follow my plan. I want to fix America a little bit.
Order and justice... Very dangerous illusions...
Because people start all wars and revolutions in the name of
perfect society. If you believe in your idea, you are ready to
kill for it, don′t you? And that means you are a permanent danger
for people you want to make happy.
And you? You won′t kill for profit?
I want to save my daughter. You want to save the nation.
Nothing new in this world, nothing. A circle. Drink?
I don′t drink where I work and I don′t work where I drink.
Then, go ahead, sir.
My partner is waiting in the car. He′s coming here and
nobody can see him. Turn off the cameras and order
the guards to come to the guest house for a meeting. Now.
Rodson leaves the room and comes back in a minute.
We need a safe place where we can stay until the Secret Service finish
checking the house.
There′s a very small room behind the book shelves, but
they check the walls.
It′s OK, I have a good screen, military stuff.
So, everything′s set. No matter what happens tomorrow
stay quite and think of your daughter.
I hope you keep your word.
Hope is a good breakfast, but poor dinner. Don′t worry.
EXT. Night, Thunderstorm. President Mitchell′s limo
and his escort stop at Rodson′s house.
INT. Rodson meets Mitchell at the door and they go
upstairs to the library for a private talk.
Jeffrey, thanks for your invitation. Your support
means a lot to me and I owe you. I don′t have much time, so...
Frank... I have a problem and it′s my daughter. If
you owe me anything, it would be a small talk with my
Sure, who are they? And what happened to
INT. – CONT ′ D. The wall moves aside and Shore, armed
with a silenced gun, and his partner step in. His partner
has a special make-up and looks exactly like Frank Mitchell.
Jesus Christ in Heaven! What′s going on?!
Shut up and sit down! Your dogs killed my wife
and I won′t think even once what to do with the gun if
you scream one more time or call the Secret Service. Clear?
I see.. Revenge converts a little right into a great wrong, sir...
Sorry, Frank, I had no choice. They got my kid.
They gonna kill her if you don′t listen to this man.
I see... So, what′s all this masquerade about?
You look familiar – do I know you?
You were at LANGLEY two years ago and asked
to show you the number one. We just shook hands.
I remember.... and that means I′m in trouble...
So, you′ve been a hero... and now you are...
No way! My friend shot himself with the last bullet
in the battlefield when terrorists surrounded him. Why?
Because he wasn′t trained properly, and because some
motherfucker didn′t deliver ammunition and grenades in time.
I hate heroes and I hate people who make them.
OK, you win, I lose...
Nobody cares about you in this room. Let′s talk
business. Mr. Rodson wants his daughter back.
I want to pay some rats back and clean
WASHINGTON, DC a little bit. Simple.
Very funny. About Washington. I′ve promised to
clean it off too. Like every other president...
My wife saved your life yesterday when you were
entering St. Regis. She′s dead. It′s a huge conspiracy, Mr. President.
No fun at all.
Who wanted me dead? I still... I can′t believe...
am I dreaming?
He that asks what he should not, hears what he would not.
You′re not dreaming, don′t worry. Now, change the
clothes with my partner, one-two-three.
Mitchell and Shore′s friend change clothes.
Shore is dialing numbers on his phone.
You are a brave man, Mr. Shore and you can do
anything you want as you have a gun. But that
doesn′t mean you can reach anything you want, 22.
especially if you are not an action movie star.
Thank you, sir. Now, attention, gentlemen. In 30 seconds I′m gonna
disconnect electricity in Hamptons for 5 minutes.
My friend leaves in your limo, Mitchell you join me
for a trip. You gonna be my angel for one day. Ready? Go.
EXT. Heavy thunderstorm. Outside and inside lights
go down. Shore′s partner, covered by umbrella, runs to the limo
and the President′s escort leaves the place. Shore and
Mitchel leave the place in opposite direction.
INT. Inside Shore′s car.
We have to move faster, let′s change the vehicle.
EXT. Shore pulls over the car, they get out and walk through
the forest to the valley, where the helicopter is waiting for them.
EXT. – CONTIN′D
The helicopter is landing near the small hill.
Shore and Mitchell get out and the helicopter takes off.
Sorry, Frank I have to keep your eyes shut for a while
and put this band on.
I can′t believe I′m playing this shit!
I′m a dealer, and you′re not a player, a viewer in the
last row, close to the exit.
Total darkness. There′s a noise of a metal door, 23.
then it sounds like men are walking through the tunnel.
Same noise again.
INT. – The lights go on as Shore takes the band off
Mitchell′s eyes. They stand in the middle of a small
room with a bed, refrigerator, TV and the toilet.
Perfect cell. And what are the charges?
Relax, have some beer and go to sleep. Turn the
TV on – I′ll be there in the morning.
For some people it′ll be a good morning, but for
you it might be the last one.
Then I′ll meet my wife in Heaven much faster then I think.
You are finished, Shore. I don′t believe your fairy tale
about conspiracy and your dead wife. You′re just crazy...
Watch your mouth, Mitchell, please.
You might be finished the day after tomorrow.
Right you are... Election Day.. my day... what a joke... 24.
Don′t take it seriously. Most presidents are just
numbers: number forty, number forty one...
Before you drink, do me a favor. Here′s the phone
– don′t worry, they can′t trace it.
First, call your family and calm your wife down.
Second, call the Vice President Smith and read this
Maybe I deserve this humiliation for my first term...
(talking into the phone)
Hi, dear, it′s me. I′m fine, calm down. Yes, I
know you are strong. I can′t talk much. See you soon.
Mitchell is dialing another phone number.
(into the phone)
Hi, Tom. No, you listen to me!
I′m not kidnapped, I′m a guest, and I′m acting President.
Let Mr. Shore′s friend go right now. Mr. Shore is coming
to the White House. I′ve appointed him … my special
…. my special assistant and he′ll work at the Oval Office
for one day only.
He′ll swear in – fuck him a little, Frank.
Tom, you don′t have to swear in, is that clear? What?!
I said no! I′m the President and I know what you′re dreaming
about, piece of shit! Yes, I had to take you, but I never
listened to you and I never will! I′ll be back in a day
and kick your ass out of the White House, idiot! 25.
Shore takes the phone.
(into the phone)
Hello, Mr. Smith. Do what I say if you
don′t want to be charged with the U. S. President′s
murder. You make one mistake and I kill one President.
Good. I′ll be at the Oval Office at 8 A. M, and I want to
see the National Security Council there. Bye.
Shore is setting the video camera on the phone.
Now, Mr. President, your statement for the nation.
Looks like I′m your worst enemy, Shore.
Leave it. Just calm the people down. It goes to CNN.
Be presidential. Go ahead.
EXT. – Night. Times Square, NYC. People, shocked, watch Mitchell
making a statement on a huge TV screen.
My dear Americans!
Sometimes we face the circumstances which are even stronger
than the president′s will and power.
I′m a guest at my friend′s house and on Election Day I′ll be
back to the Oval Office. A former CIA and now my special assistant
Mike Shore has to deliver a more detailed message. Thank you
and God bless you all.
INT. – The Situation Room. Early morning.
Nine persons, the NSC members, are watching Mitchell′s statement 26.
I have a strange feeling that a dictator is coming. I′m sure the
CIA Director McGORN is dying to introduce him to us.
Mike Shore, the most dangerous CIA agent,
retired a year ago. We′ll arrest him and make
him talk on the President′s location. He won′t kill
him, it′s a regular blackmail.
Not before his motives are clear. We can′t risk the President′s life.
What if Shore orders his murder or shoots himself in the head
before you touch him?
I′ve talked to Mr. Rodson... this... accident...
happened in his house...
Accident? Bullshit! It′s kidnapping, Director! The whole world
is laughing at us!
Suzanne, you′re the Chief of Staff and he′ll talk
to you first. Send this son of a bitch to me, OK?
All right, Tom.
We can′t afford national chaos, but we can wait another
fifteen minutes. (looking at her phone) Mike Shore just parked his car
at the White House entrance.
EXT. – The White House. Early morning. 27.
Shore is walking to the White House, surrounded by uniformed
Secret Service agents and reporters. A tall, big MAN grabs his hand.
Shore, you know me, but you don′t know my bad side...
Don′t bark if you can′t bite, buddy.
I know that the Secret Service Director is unemployed as of today.
Who′s that? You?
Shore, jokes are over.
A joke. A joke at Rodson′s house last night is over.
Where′s the President?.
Fuck you. Where′s my partner?
We interrogate him.
In two hours he has to call me from his apartment in
New York City. Step aside, don′t make me angry, I′m
angry enough. Do it!
INT. – The Oval Office
Shore comes in and takes a seat at the table.
The door opens up and Tom Smith, followed by others
come in and take seats on the sofas.
Lady and gentlemen, I′ve asked you to wait for me
here. You′ve ignored my instruction. Now, Mr. Vice
President and the rest, get the fuck out, close the door,
knock on the door and ask the permission to come in.
Suzanne Kennedy, my pleasure and respect, may stay.
The men leave the Office and come back.
OK, guys, you know who I am. I have good
news and bad news for you. Good news –
President Mitchell is OK. Bad news – we have to talk
to the nation. Suzanne, let the reporters in, thank you.
INT. CONTIN′D. The reporters come in.
My name is Mike Shore and I want to inform the American
people that I′m a special assistant to the President and I′m
following the President′s Executive Order on the transition
of power to me for 24 hours due to special circumstances.
President Mitchell will be back to the Oval Office
Mr. Shore, what you did is the crime of the century.
What′s your motive?
My friend, CIA Director McGorn is ready to answer
this question. McGorn, nothing but the truth, please, remember?
CIA... had a plan to... to remove the President from the office.
It was wrong... I take full responsibility...
Shore bangs the table with his fist.
McGorn, you′re talking to America! Need help, the muttons′
We... got a plan to... kill Frank Mitchell and set up
Mike Shore, I mean, President Mike Shore,
or special assistant Shore, I don′t know..
He had to do the job under... pressure, but he
didn′t. We had to kill him, his wife saved his life and then
she was....wounded... killed... There were also Mafia people
and they could kill her, not our agents...
Obviously, Mr. Shore is here for revenge and that′s
against the law too...
More than that. I′m sure, there′s always room at the top.
And you open your mouth when I allow you, Smith
I′m the law here, give me a minute.
You′re just a killer! And you imagine yourself in the 30.
If you can’t ride two horses at once, you shouldn’t be in the circus.
McGorn is leaving the Office.
Wait, McGorn, what Mafia was working for you?
Italians, Russians, Irish? Chinese? Wait!
McGorn keeps moving. Passing by the Secret Service agent
he grabs his gun and shoots himself in the chest.
Everybody is screaming, the reporters make pictures.
Quiet! Death made him a better person. Now, take him away!
And I eliminate the CIA, as the international
terrorist agency and fire all 16, 000 employees. Done.
The Defense Department takes over, same procedure starts
immediately with the Secret Service. Thank you, ladies and
The reporters leave.
Shore, we won′t let you blow up the country. You belong in jail!
Call me Mr. President, Smith. If I can rule myself, I can rule the country.
Defense Secretary is free to go, you have a lot of work
to do. Start cleaning with CIA stations abroad.
And change the Secret Service alcoholics in and out the House
with Navy Seals. You have a team across the street,
I want to have one heavily armed here. I wait.
The Defense Secretary leaves.
Can I go?
Yes, you can. Gentlemen, all this mess with McGorn tells
me of a much higher conspiracy level. He wasn′t
the guy to be scared to death, I mean, to commit suicide.
None of us has anything to do with it. You better
show some respect to the government. You
are out of your mind if you think you are the boss here.
And have you ever heard about the Constitution?
It′s not a Christmas fairy tale!
I love fairy tails – they tell us we can reach anything and beat
anybody if you don′t pay attention to the obstacles.
And our Constitution tell us how to separate people
from power, nothing else.
And yes, I can show respect. A big one. Would you, please line
against the wall, my dear NSC members? Thank you.
The Navy Seal, armed with M-16 enters the Office.
THE NAVY SEAL
Right salutation, brother. Give me the rifle.
Shore shoots the rifle above the heads of the men
in the room. They jump to their feet and, pushing
each other, line up against the wall.
Stop it! Please, Mr. President, special assistant,
whoever you are! Stop.
Look at him – Vice President, a regular coward.
Listen to me carefully. I give you one minute
to help me investigate. Otherwise I′m gonna
execute all of you for a treason. Myself. If you
think it′s an honor to die in the Oval Office, you are welcome.
Can we talk in private?
No, I need witnesses. Speak up.
Mitchell′s murder had to look like Russian
intelligence operation and the cause to start
a big war. We know Russians tried to recruit you
and that was the reason we set you up.
Sons of a bitches... What my wife died for...
The order to push America to a big war came from
two clans who rule the world – ROMVELLERS and ROCKFIELDS.
Mitchell was too soft and we could kill two birds
with one stone – remove him and use his death as
an excuse for the war.
INT. CONTIN′D. Suzanne comes in.
There are people making noise outside, September 11
victims′ families. They demand the truth.
Thank you, national TV channels. Let them in. And bring me a long
rope and a gallon of water Suzanne, will you?
Three men and three women come in.
Nice to meet you. My condolences.
Nice to meet you, Mr. President.
He′s not a President.
He is. We know, Mr. Shore you′re cleaning
the government. We still suffer a lot. Help us, please.
We can do it together.
Hey, Smith, I think you were the CIA chief in 2001.
I was. We had nothing to do with it and that′s what
the official report says. Go ask dead bin-Laden.
I believe you, Mr. Vice President. I also believe you′ve
invented waterboarding. And I know that old sins cast long shadows...
You can′t do this.
Suzanne comes in with a long rope.
I have to. Anything American families want me to.
(to the three men )
Could you tie up Tom Smith and hold him on the table,
please? He won′t hurt you, he′s harmless.
No, you can′t! You′ll pay for that! Stop!!
INT. – CONTIN′D
After a short fight with three men Smith is tied up,
and they place him on the table.
Shore places a cloth on his face and pours water from
the bottle over the cloth.
No! Stop it, please! I′m gonna tell you everything!
Shore stops the torture.
(the story is illustrated by a "documentary" movie)
Undercover recommended bin-Laden a plan to
attack America. We packed the Twin Towers with
explosives. Terrorists boarded the jets on September 11.
After that they were arrested and executed. The jets took off and the
pilots ordered emergency landing on the military base where
crews and the passengers boarded another jet with explosives.
We blew it up in the air and it crashed into a field in
Pennsylvania. Other jets guided by autopilots crashed into
the Twin Towers Cruise missile hit the Pentagon. bin-Laden and
and the world were sure his team did it. President knew nothing,
we had to improvise to show a terror threat is a reality.
Untie him. You better leave.
No, he′s ours!
He grabs the rope and strangles Smith with it. Smith dies.
Nobody′s moving. A shock.
Now, ATTORNEY GENERAL can do his job.
Sorry, man. I wish I could pardon you. I came here to do
justice, but you took a piece of history in your hands. You can
talk to reporters for a minute. And I′m with you.
I′m a law professor and I don′t need a lawyer. He killed my
only son and I′m not sorry. Thank you, sir.
On one side it′s a murder, sir. On the other side I had to say
Smith deserved death as they could blow up Twin Towers at night
time with a minimum number of victims. But in that case America
wouldn′t be angry enough.
Attorney General and the families leave the Office. The guards
take the Smith′s body out.
Go back to Situation Room, gentleman, we′ll be in touch.
INT. – CONTIN′D. Suzanne enters the Office.
Sorry, Mr, President, I want to talk on your schedule and your lunch.
Why people call me a President? Out of fear?
I was just joking calling myself a leader....
Out of respect, though you′ve turned the Oval Office into
a death row. And then, who knows. Tomorrow′s
Scary joke....about the Oval Office. I know a better
one by JFK...
“Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names”,
that′s what my uncle said once..
Can I have coffee?
You have to deserve it.
Really? I think, I know what you want.
Anyway, I′m an old soldier and I talk straight. We can′t have
sex in the Oval Office.
Too many personal advisers.
I don′t care. Decent girls never make history.
Wow! You are a soldier too! Nice to meet you, sister!
I like you, we might be good friends.
I don′t have many friends, death is one of them.
My first operation as a sniper. I raised my head to make sure
the enemy sniper is dead and his partner shot me in the throat.
I′ve met death, but I′ve survived. A very interesting meeting.
Life is a better friend.
Much better. And one sunny morning or one rainy
night a better friend leaves you. A traitor...
God knows what′s gonna happen next, but right now
you are here and you′re the only one who can help my family.
You need help? There are three political parties
in America – Democrats, Republicans and the
KENNEDY family. We both know which one is
making the rules.
Power is a bitch, it kills you faster than cancer.
You′ll have a lot of fake friends and strong enemies
here and if you wanna stay, you must have at least a sister.
And your sister wants to ask a single question.
What happened in Dallas in 1963?
All right... Inside the CIA it wasn′t a big secret that
your uncle JOHN KENNEDY had to die after he promised
to splinter the CIA into a thousand pieces and scatter it to the
Who and why?
(his story is illustrated by a "documentary").
CIA killed MARILYN MONROE first, a staged suicide.
She got a piece of information from SAM GIANCANA, 40.
Chicago mafia boss and her lover. CIA asked Giancana
to order JACK RUBY to eliminate OSWALD
and that′s how CIA set up the mafia. Monroe was stupid
and believed she could get the President back in exchange
Next was JOHN KENNEDY. There was no huge conspiracy,
none, just "passive sabotage". Three czars – CIA
McCONE, FBI HOOVER and the Secret Service ROWLEY
ordered the field offices to ignore Oswald, a
"schizophrenic" who could kill the President in his dreams only.
Why they killed him in public?
It was an execution with a clear message for the
next presidents :"Don′t mess with CIA! "
How many people you′ve killed, Mike?
Not many. Very few deserved to be my mark. I was hunting
the snipers. Women do the same job – they hunt the hunters...
Small difference – a sniper always blames himself for his
What happened to JOHN KENNEDY Jr? He met Diana
and they both passed away...
JOHN tried to investigate the case and was too close to the truth.
DIANA was a collateral damage – they met at Carlyle Hotel in
New York City, same place where president dated Marilyn.
I was watching them. They talked about the investigation 41.
and she promised help. She had connections everywhere, even
MI6. CIA had to stop her and then him. Happy?
I feel empty inside... but relieved. Thank you... brother....
Sounds better than special assistant and Mr. President. For me.
Now help me.
Sure. Anything you want.
Coffee and a cheese sandwich. Please.
Bastard... though a good looking one. I′ll bring it to you.
Good. And wanna talk to FBI chief.
Maybe, I′m crazy, maybe it′s you...
Yes, I′m crazy, there′s no logic in what I′m doing,
and that′s why I succeed so far.
Pick up the phone in a minute.
INT. CONT′D. Suzanne leaves the Office. Phone is ringing
(into the phone)
Listen, in half an hour I need a file
on all Reps and Senators, everyone. Just a small file You have it?
Good. On my computer? OK, I see it. Thanks.
One more thing. Bring here the crime bosses –
American Mafia, Russian, Sicilian, Irish Mob,
Triad Society, Yakuza and Folk Nation.
They all live in New York. Two hours? Good.
Suzanne is back with coffee and sandwiches.
Suzanne, do me a favor. Send this file to everyone on Capitol Hill,
tell them I′ll speak at a joint session in half an hour.
Wow! You start the war with the Congress? You want to nail
the jelly to the wall?
We both know who said that. I see the dead roaches
and I just sweep the floor. Join me, it′s gonna be fun.
I wanna see it.
EXT. The CAPITOL building. Day.
INT. House Chamber. Joint session of the House of Representatives 43.
and the Senate. Lawmakers don′t stand up and don′t applause as
Shore and Suzanne enter the House Chamber. Instead, they start
Mike, have you ever tried step dance?
There′s always the first time. Show me.
INT. CONTINU′D. Suzanne and Shore dance step.
Finally, the people in the House Chamber stop. The House Speaker
behind Shore′s back is still stomping.
Hey, Mr. PETERS, your vote doesn′t count!
Suzanne approaches House Speaker.
You fight to postpone the public release of all JFK murder
files. This is my thank you for your job!
Suzanne slaps Peters on the face. Dead silence.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, you don′t like us but you′ve come
here in less than 30 minutes, and you were running.
The federal crime. The blackmail of the Congress members.
Wow! Blackmail... blackmail is a serious charge. I want
to have a look at the victims, if Mr. Peters, the leader of
the joint session allows me to take five minutes of your time.
The country is divided into Democrats and patriots,
I mean, Republicans, and that′s a fake. The ′lawmaking"
job is just a platform for presidential campaign. You
reject two-thirds of the presidential proposals and
you charge $100 million a year for that.
And you represent people, Mr. Terrorist?
And what about you? I see here A lot of Democratic and
Republican lawmakers, but I don′t see the U. S. lawmakers.
You avoid responsibility whenever you can.
You vote against any reform which shakes
your seat. You steal money from other states to
keep your asses here. You′ve opened up your
files – what you′ve seen there? Each and every
sin on Earth – corruption, tax fraud, drugs,
pedophilia, prostitutes – you name it! Get the fuck out!
You all are fired as of today and the Congress is closed
forever. The President will meet with governors once
a month and deal with the budget and laws.
Now, raise your hands if you disagree and the whole
file goes to The New York Times. Everybody′s happy?
Have a good trip back to your states.
EXT. Suzanne is closing the Capitol door with a key, Shore
is standing next to her. The reporters around them are
I don′t think you need comments. Just tell the nation
"Kennedys make history again", will you?
INT. The Oval Office.
Shore is sitting on the table, reading the papers.
Suzanne comes in.
Mike, you have to relax – too much revolution for one day.
I got some good wine.
What is it?
1961 Chateau Margaux, I was keeping it for a very
special occasion, like making history.
Thank you for your help. We′ll drink in five minutes.
I have to erase something …
No, the government.
The what?! The government?!
Right. I don′t need the Cabinet meetings. What′s the job of most
Departments? To win the backing of key interest groups? I can
do it with the White House staff. Besides, these bastards are
corrupted by agribusiness, financial corporations, power
and fuel giants, big business law breakers, real estate moguls. A mud.
I sign the Executive Order and eliminate
the departments of Commerce, Agriculture, Interior, Energy,
Labor, Health and Human Services, Education, Housing,
Transportation and Homeland Security.
Wow! Nice and simple....
Politics is a very simple thing. You just have to find
an excuse for new taxes.
State, Treasury and Defense stay?
You tell me.
You have to watch military leadership and weapons producers.
Too much money.
Tell this tomorrow to the president elect.
OK. State Department....Hm. I saw the REAGAN
transition team report on the unhealthy symbiosis between
the CIA and the Department of State.
I know, but there′s no more CIA. Let them stay.
I need PO box for my foreign policy decisions.
American foreign policy is a funny business -
we burn a house to cook couple of eggs for breakfast.
Now we can drink. I′m done with cleaning.
Yes, it is. The candidate get votes from the poor, money from
the rich and once he′s in the Oval Office, he declares that
his priority is national security!
Shore pours the wine, they drink.
Where are you going to sleep, Mike? Lincoln Bedroom?
Yeah, right! They gonna say that was the only 48.
reason I came here. I′m not sleeping tonight,
it′s the first and the last night... I can make
some extra cleaning....
At night you better make love...
Suzie, with all my respect, you are moving too fast.
Besides, you know, tomorrow there will be no hero,
just a regular retired, widowed Mike …
A history cleaner Mike. Wanna see you voting.
For Mitchell? Tell me something good about him.
I′m not a spy, but to tell you the truth... there′s
something strange about his actions, suspicious, maybe...
Like what? National Security Strategy?
Hell, yes! How do you know? It was his idea –
those who protect us must have access to
all relevant intelligence throughout the government. Do you
understand what that means?
Yes, I do. And I′ll marry you if you do. 49.
I understand that if there′s Russian "mole" inside the FBI
he might get access to the Defense Intelligence Agency,
NSA, State Department and the rest, the whole
intelligence community. This is crazy!
This is treason. We call it a "hologram" strategy and
Mitchell might work for Russians since he was
a Harvard student. And who was lobbying the
G7 transformation when Russia joined the group in 1998?
Mitchell, the Secretary of State, though all other countries
objected the idea.
Hm. This... this economic crisis.. It′s like it
was programmed by him – too many mistakes,
faulty planning, billions of dollars spent on dead-end
Very damaging behavior. We call it “triangulation” -
three damaging actions are enough to arrest a spy.
He′s still our president... Oh,. I have good news
– Gallup says 73 per cent of Americans
want to see you at the Oval Office.
That′s crazy. They don′t know me at all...
Crazy... How many crazy people live on the planet? 99 %?
You have to work with them anyway, my dear.
And more important – I have to marry you as I promised...
Don′t fire me if you want to to hear “Yes”. Don′t
take a risk...
You risk a lot if you never take risks...
I′m not touching the staff, though I hate those
dirty tricks like ′get a table in the West Wing closer to
the President”, “never bring bad news”, never say
“that′s impossible”, “copy the President′s habits”,
“delegate risky tasks ” – shit like that.
Thanks God, I stay.
God... Somebody said, God is a comedian playing to
the audience too afraid to laugh...
I′m ready to play my role.
Just change the management style. I mean, change
the “merry-go-round” when people knock at the door
whenever they want into a “pyramid” when I see
you and key assistants only.
Attorney General enters the Office.
Sorry, Mr. Shore, mafia bosses are here..seven men
We′ve searched, of course and handcuffed them like you said.
I have armed agents behind the door in case you need support.
No, that′s weak. I have to show respect to get respect back.
Let them in. You know the plan, right?
Yes sir, we are ready.
Sorry, Suzanne, you have to leave – they won′t talk
if a woman is present and take it as a weakness.
Tell to bring us coffee, please.
Suzanne and Attorney General leave the Office. 52.
Seven men come in, handcuffed and tied to each other with a chain.
Sorry for the inconvenience, gentlemen, it′s personal
and I′m just using the temporary power I have.
My name is CARLO TARISI.
I know you, Carlo – your people were smuggling
heroin from Afghanistan. I took care of them.
I′ll remember that, though I have nothing to do with the
Afghanistan and the Italian mafia. These gentlemen want me to
speak and represent this group. Our arrest is a gross
violation of the civil rights rights. It′s obvious you want
something from us. We don′t promise cooperation,
but we can listen to you while we wait for the lawyers.
Do you understand you are in the Oval Office?
Do you understand that here people don′t work
with minor issues?
Yes, we do. And we don′t like it.
I know you are professional angels.
You just cover the country with a chain of
connections creating the terrain for total corruption.
You penetrate politics and that′s a global problem.
I hate you and I hate you even more after 53.
McGorn told me that you guys might kill my wife.
So, one of you, couple of you or all of you worked
for CIA. Who?
You knew that you′ll get a "No" from all of us
and that doesn′t mean we′re telling the ruth.
So, your next step is...
A history lesson.
We are well educated Americans, Mr. Shore.
I know. Still there′s always some dark spots.
After the World War II nationalists in Ukraine
were fighting the Soviet army. Dictator STALIN
gave KGB Chief Beriya twenty four hours to arrest
ten thousand supporters and send them to Siberia.
Same day the twenty five villages were burnt to the
ground, the soldiers planted the trees and now there′s a forest.
Then Stalin ordered to send the message that within next
twenty four hours he′ll burn the whole Ukraine. Fifty million
million people will be transported to Siberia. In twenty four
hours the nationalists surrendered.
I understand.. We understand what you mean. Or we don′t?
Unlike Stalin, I give you much less time.
Do you know the difference between me and the
The difference, my friend, is that I always do
what I promise.
You can do nothing, Mr. Nobody from nowhere.
I′m here on the mission. I want America to
breathe freely. It doesn′t really matter who
pulled the trigger and killed my wife, I mean, who′s
order it was. I want you, guys and all your
soldiers, lieutenants and their families
to leave this country in twenty four hours.
Idiot in the middle of the Oval Office. That′s a history lesson.
Is this “no” from all of you?
Sorry, we can′t help you even if we want to.
I′m not … we are not gonna talk anymore.
You make me sad and when I′m sad, I′m playing
cards or I go to the casino. I have no cards here, so, 56.
we can play a different game. Russian roulette.
Anybody is left-handed? Nobody is. Good.
Shore takes a revolver out of his pocket and a small
pack of bullets. He′s loading the gun with one bullet
and rotates the cylinder.
Most stupid death on Earth.
Wrong. That′s God′s will
Shore aims at the FIRST MAN to the left and pulls the
Shore aims at the SECOND MAN to the left and pulls the
Shore aims at the THIRD MAN to the left and pulls the
Oh, shit! You′ve killed me, motherfucker!
Wow, Yakudza boss! Congratulations, you′re just 57.
wounded, left shoulder, I′ve scratched your muscles
a little bit, don′t be a sissy. Are we ready to vote, gentlemen?
Not yet? OK, we keep playing...
Shore is loading another bullet and pulls the trigger.
Perfect! Russia rules! How you feel, comrade?
Stop it, idiot!
Good move, Carlo. One day you stand before God
and he′s asking you a question:”What you got
for me? ” And you tell him you′ve saved six men
from a serial killer.
Shore opens the door.
OK, guys, game is over, time for business.
You go with FBI agents and you start calling your people.
They take the money, the passports and tell you what international
airport they are going to with their family members.
The field FBI offices in every state are ready to help.
The total number has to be around ten thousand plus families.
And where the fuck you′re sending us? 58.
Any country you want with the tickets available tonight.
Any members who hide on American territory will be
executed as terrorists. Anybody who comes back, will
get a bullet without warning. You must disappear
from the American land by 8 A. M. tomorrow morning.
Shore, you′re fighting big politics and very
big money. We′ll obey, but you can′t win, man. Never.
It′s not me. It′s the American nation, Carlo.
One more thing – the reporters saw you, so I have
to throw them a small bone, our deal, all right?
Thank you for your understanding, gentlemen.
Seven men leave the room. The Attorney General comes in.
You are gonna let all of them go like that? They′ll be back...
You have to work fast. Once the planes land
abroad, revoke all their American passports. If anybody is
back – kill him. That′s it. Good luck.,
INT. The Oval Office.
Suzanne comes in.
Suzie, we think too much about people. I 59.
want to think about eternity sometimes.
Say, what′s going on with our gold reserves?.
Eternity? Mike, who do you think you are?
Just curious. After you finish the Washington, DC demolition,
standing on top of the wreckage, who are you going
to be – utopist, manager, reformer?
I never thought of being a leader, but I might take the job.
I′m no angel, I′ve killed a lot of bad guys...
Do you know what′s bad about angels?
They function, they have no personalities and they
can′t develop, can′t grow. Unlike people. Unlike me or you.
Eight thousand tons.
Fort Knox, Kentucky... too far...
I don′t know... It′s a top secret... I don′t know if I can tell you...
Sure, you can. Something is wrong? Hello?
Gold isn′t there...
What?! Where is it? 60.
Washington, D. C., five blocks from here.
Amazing! Have you seen it?
No, I′m not on the list.
I′ll put you on the list.
Find Secretary of Treasury and we′ll go there.
Call Secretary of Defense, tell him to go to the place.
Now. I don′t like what I feel....
Suzanne leaves the Office.
INT. Suzanne Kennedy′s office in the West Wing.
STEVE FISHER, the Secretary of Treasury, come in.
Suzanne, why is he′s looking for me?
Who′s “he”? Watch your language, Steve.
Oh, it′s that serious?
You know, there are good guys in the movies who put
a lead dot at the end of the sentence whenever they
confront bad guys. Sometimes you can meet them in real
life. Mr. Shore is waiting for us.
INT. The Oval Office. Suzanne and Fisher enter the room.
Hi, Mr. Fisher, nice to meet you. Have a seat.
The Cabinet almost disappeared, I don′t know how to
react, I need some instructions. And your status is...
is not really constitutional. Sorry.
Fisher, who ordered to move gold reserves from Fort Knox to
President Mitchell. I did the job. And Secretary of Defense.
Two days ago.
We go there together. You′ll tour us.
It′s impossible, Mr. Shore, you must understand...
I′m not the problem. So, what′s the problem? You, gold
or something else.
I have to show you something...
Fisher takes a small electronic memo pad and digital pen out of his pocket.
No! Don′t do it!
Fisher bites the top of the pen. Shore grabs his hand,
but it′s too late – Fisher is dead. He falls down on the floor.
Oh, my God.....
Cyanide... Nothing new in this world...
Let′s go, Suzanne. Be ready for a miracle, baby.
INT. Shore, Suzanne and the Secretary of Defense are
standing in front of the huge steel door. The Secretary
dials the code on electronic panel, the door opens up slowly
and they come in the huge hall full of gold bars stacked
on the metal stands with shelves.
Very impressive. How much is it, Suzie?
Two hundred fifty billion, I think.
Much more, Suzanne.
Shore approaches to the stand and pushes it. The stand easily
falls down. Shore picks up one of the bars and squeezes
it in his hands. The bar is made of cardboard.
What happened at Fort Knox, Mr. Secretary?
SECREATRY OF DEFENSE
I was there, nothing happened. Somebody replaced
the gold during transportation two days ago. You can
trust me, Mr. Shore, I can′t believe my eyes. Whoever
did it is a genius.
Mitchell..Mitchell... you are my hero... and I need you like
never before... We go back.
INT. The Oval Office.
In one minute you gonna have a phone call
from PETROV, the President of Russia. Do you
want to speak with him or it′s a wrong time?
Petrov?! He′s in Canada, right?! I want to speak,
oh, yes I do!
Phone is ringing. Suzanne takes the phone call.
Hello? Yes, Mr. President, that′s me. Yes, Mr. Shore
Hello, Mr. President, how are you? Do you remember
a small bureaucrat at American Embassy in Moscow?
You do? What? I was a big headache for KGB?
Thank you, it′s an honor. What can I do for you?
Of course..of course you can come. Deal. See you.
He′s coming now? Call Secretary of State.
No Secretary. Just two of us. Another miracle.
INT. The Oval Office.
Shore is meeting Petrov.
Alex, I′m happy to see you again. Moscow, Berlin, and now -
Washington, DC. The White House, not a joke!
I could never imagine meeting you at the Oval Office, Mike.
America, the country of miracles.
I could never imagine meeting you, a retired KGB, in Kremlin, Alex.
I saw Gallup poll, what′s gonna happen tomorrow?
Nothing special. I′m gonna let Mitchell go, he′ll
be reelected... Good Russian boy, right?
What do you mean?
Cut it out! "Hologram", that′s what I mean. Nobody′s
watching us, so let′s talk straight. I know why you came here.
Mitchell is not here, so I′ll speak to you. Looks
like you have a future here. I know that war is coming, it′s
very close. Russia doesn′t need it.
Alex, don′t play poker with me. Russia isn′t ready for the war.
Big difference, correct?
We are number one in natural gas, number eight in oil and
and number two in coal. We have 25% of the world′s fresh water.
Energy, food and fresh water supplies coming to an end.
That means that Europeans and Americans have to lower their
standards of living – and they will not accept this! 66.
So, we are the prize.
Not really. You have to take care of your European partners
and you plan the relocation of millions of Europeans to Russia,
in the next 10-15 years. Precisely – to Siberia which has vast lands,
a small population and huge natural resources.
The science predicted huge catastrophic climate changes,
never seen before earthquakes and hurricanes.
Russia′s territory will be safe...
And if China takes the prize?
They are not that desperate.
First, Mitchell. He′s finished even if he′s reelected.
Second, we don′t have to negotiate and blackmail
each other. Today I played a roulette with men of honor,
and we′ve got a huge deal in five minutes. So, we play
a game. A different one.
I don′t have to pay? Is it free?
The only free thing in America is a piece of cheese
in a mouse trap. All right. What are the rules?
We both served our countries as counter-snipers.
Then you′ve joined KGB Special Ops Department, and
I′ve got same job at CIA. Parallel lines don′t cross,
but today we prove the classic theory is wrong.
We were good, the best maybe.
If it′s not a joke, I′m in.
A presidential duel. A gun, three magazines,
fifteen rounds each. Enough?
I think so.
The place is right here, under the White House.
The air-raid shelter.
What′s at stake? 68.
Good question. I want to tell you, that after I′ve
talked to you, I′ve called another presidential
candidate, PAUL GLOVER, the challenger and asked
him to play this game with you.
He served in Iraq.
Yes, he did. A sniper. And he said "no", coward.
I said I′ve taped the conversation and I′m ready to
send the tape to CNN. One hour ago he made a statement
he′s out of the race.
Well done, Mike. Mitchell is God knows where,
Vice President is dead, the challenger gave up and you
feel comfortable on the sofa in the center of the
world which is the Oval Office! Go ahead.
OK. If I win the duel, you resign and Russia goes back
to democracy. And you do me a personal favor. One favor.
What is it?
I′ll do anything if I lose. But I won′t lose, Mike. 69.
Well, if you win, I disappear, Mitchell will be
reelected and nobody knows he was working for you.
He′ll be working under a very strict supervision of
Suzanne Kennedy, a new Vice President of America.
And there will be no war. How do you like it?
I like it. First blood?
First blood. We don′t have to kill each other, there′s no fun.
I better have some Russian vodka and caviar.
INT. – CONTIN′D
Shore opens the box with two guns. Petrov takes one.
They take the elevator downstairs. Shore opens the door
in the corridor and they enter a small room. There′s Mitchell
in the room, sitting on the bed.
Surprise! Russian intelligence at its best!
Shit! What the fuck is going on?! Shore, since when
are you a chief diplomat?!
Calm down, my friend. One of us will talk to you later.
Let′s go, Mike.
No, I stay here. Take the elevator down and press “W”, a
warehouse, I wait one minute and then I will follow you.
Once I′m in, you start the game.
Petrov leaves the room.
Mitchell, we gonna play a little bit and you better
pray for your boss Petrov. By the way, the White House
Shore leaves the room, locks the door and takes the elevator.
The elevator door opens up, Shore jumps out of it and
hides behind the boxes. Petrov is shooting from
somewhere upstairs. Shore and Petrov run, shoot and then fight. They are both
alive but wounded. Shore wins and he helps Petrov to walk and get upstairs.
INT. Mitchell is sitting on the bed in the room. The door
opens up, Shore and Petrov come in.
So much blood... Oh my God!
Nothing serious, Frank.
So, you are the best. Congratulations...
You know what, guys? You look like brothers, I swear.
I really, really like you. And I′m gonna like you even more
if you tell me where′s the gold. The personal favor I was
talking about, Alex.... 71.
What gold? Shore, you need a good rest – you′ve got
halucinations. You had a big adventure today, but it was
too big for your brain to digest. Relax. Let′s get the hell
out of here!
Shut up, Frank. It′s between us now. It was an honest fight
and the deal wasn′t bad. I just want to make it better. I give
you back the gold, Mike, but I won′t resign.
I take this amendment.
The name of the ship is "Blue Rainbow". It left the New York
Thank you. It′s gonna stay between us.
Alex, why gold?
Because it′s not just a metal, Mike, it′s a weapon.
Fisher was your guy?
He′s dead, so I can talk He was Russian.
Yes. An Illegal Russian spy. Impeccable English, documents
and biography. You know how we teach and how we plant
them in America.
Yes, I know, I know... Mitchell?
Recruited. Five million dollars for a Harvard student was
more than enough. Between us. I take him.
INT. The Oval Office
Shore, Petrov and Mitchell come in. Suzanne, doctor and reporters
are waiting for them. Everybody in the room goes crazy.
INT. The Oval Office. Early morning.
President Mitchell is sitting at the table getting ready to make
Ladies and gentlemen, American president Frank Mitchell.
Today is a big day for America, the Election Day. It′s at 6 A. M. in the
morning and I believe America is watching and listening to me.
You know what happened to me and other well known
Americans and i want to tell you that I′m not fit for the second
term. I resign. You know also that Paul Grover
stopped his campaign yesterday. I′m sure, America can still vote.
There′s a very good candidate here, in the Oval Office. A fighter
and a patriot. It′s Mike Shore. And he′s ready to join forces with
Suzanne Kennedy, who′ll be a very good Vice President. 73.
EXT. – The White House.
Shore, trying not to attract the crowd′s attention, walks to his car.
Mike, where are you going? Do you understand who you are?
Too much noise here.
Not really. To the cemetery.
I go with you.
And who′s gonna run the business?
Don′t worry, I′m there.
I′m not sure. OK, get in.
Let me drive, don′t be a hero, you′re still bleeding.
EXT. – CONTIN′D
Helicopter with a president′s seal on board, is approaching the moving car.
VOICE from the helicopter
Miss KENNEDY, pull over, please.
Suzanne has to stop the car.
Mr. SHORE, America made a choice and voted for you.
Congratulations, Mr. President! We can take you back to
The helicopter is landing. Shore and Suzanne get out of the car. They
stand looking each other in the eyes.
EXT. Cemetery. Shore and Suzanne put flowers at Christine′s grave.
You′ll be the first widowed president in American history.
Christine wouldn′t have liked it.
EXT. – CONTIN′D:
Shore and Suzanne leave the cemetery hand in hand.
INT. Inside the car. The old man is watching Shore and Suzanne
leaving the cemetery.
OLD MAN 75.
He′s a problem. We can buy him. What do you think?
There′s 2nd OLD MAN on the back seat.
2nd OLD MAN
If you can solve the problem with money, it′s not a problem,
it′s expenses. Not sure.
But he′s American?
2nd OLD MAN
Yes, he is.
Then, we can sell him. Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go
back in the same box.....
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