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(SEASON 2 SPOILERS)
Long but sorry...
The last episode of the second season is as far as I've made it so far, and was amazing...
From the script.
BARTLET
[tired] You're a son of a bitch, you know that?
He slowly walks up the center aisle.
BARTLET
She bought her first new car and you hit her with a drunk driver. What, was that supposed to be funny? "You can't conceive, nor can I, the appalling strangeness of the
mercy of God," says Graham Greene. I don't know who's ass he was kissing there 'cause I think you're just vindictive. What was Josh Lyman? A warning shot? That was my son. What did I ever do to yours but praise his glory and praise his name? There's a tropical storm that's gaining speed and power. They say we haven't had a storm this bad since you took out that tender ship of mine in the north Atlantic last year... 68 crew. You know what a tender ship does? Fixes the other ships. Doesn't even carry guns. Just goes around, fixes the other ships and delivers that mail. That's all it can do. [angry] Gratias tibi ago, domine. Yes, I lied. It was a sin. [holds out arms] I've committed many sins. Have I displeased you, you feckless thug? 3.8 million new jobs, that wasn't good? Bailed out Mexico, increased foreign trade, 30 million new acres of land for conservation, put Mendoza on the bench, we're not fighting a war, I've raised three children...
He ascends the stairs to the Inner Sanctuary.
BARTLET
[pleading] That's not enough to buy me out of the doghouse? Haec credam a deo pio? A deo iusto? A deo scito?
He stops at the top of the stairs and extends his arms.
BARTLET
Cruciatus in crucem! Tuus in terra servus nuntius fui officium perfeci. [angry] Cruciatus in crucem. [waves dismissively] Eas in crucem!
Bartlet turns away in anger. He descends to the lower sanctuary and lights a cigarette. He takes a single puff, drops the butt to the floor, and grinds it defiantly with his shoe.
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BARTLET
Ah... Damn it! Mrs. Landingham!
He turns away, realizing she won't come to his call, and then the door opens...
MRS. LANDINGHAM
[walks in, small and resolute] I really wish you wouldn't shout, Mr. President.
BARTLET
[beat, as he looks at her in disbelief] The door keeps blowing open.
MRS. LANDINGHAM
Yes, but there's an intercom and you could use it to call me at my desk.
BARTLET
I was...
MRS. LANDINGHAM
You don't know how to use the intercom.
BARTLET
It's not that I don't know how to use it, it's just that I haven't learned yet.
She looks at him and he smiles shyly, as if he's been caught lying.
BARTLET
I have M.S., and I didn't tell anybody.
MRS. LANDINGHAM
Yeah. So, you're having a little bit of a day.
BARTLET
You're gonna make jokes?
MRS. LANDINGHAM
God doesn't make cars crash, and you know it. Stop using me as an excuse.
BARTLET
[motions her to sit and sits down] The party's not going to want me to run.
MRS. LANDINGHAM
The party'll come back. You'll get them back.
BARTLET
I've got a secret for you, Mrs. Landingham. I've never been the most popular guy in the
Democratic Party.
MRS. LANDINGHAM
[sits opposite from him] I've got a secret for you, Mr. President your father was a prick who could never get over the fact that he wasn't as smart as his brothers. Are
you in a tough spot? Yes. Do I feel sorry for you? I do not. Why? Because there are people way worse off than you.
BARTLET
Give me numbers.
MRS. LANDINGHAM
I don't know numbers. You give them to me.
BARTLET
How about a child born this minute has a one in five chance of being born into poverty?
MRS. LANDINGHAM
How many Americans don't have health insurance?
BARTLET
44 million.
MRS. LANDINGHAM
What's the number one cause of death for black men under 35?
BARTLET
Homicide.
MRS. LANDINGHAM
How many Americans are behind bars?
BARTLET
Three million.
MRS. LANDINGHAM
How many Americans are drug addicts?
BARTLET
Five million.
MRS. LANDINGHAM
And one of five kids in poverty?
BARTLET
That's 13 million American children.
From a shot up top, we see President Bartlet is talking, and the opposite chair is empty.
BARTLET
Three and a half million kids go to schools that are literally falling apart. We need 127 billion in school construction, and we need it today!
MRS. LANDINGHAM
To say nothing of 53 people trapped in an embassy.
BARTLET
Yes.
MRS. LANDINGHAM
You know, if you don't want to run again, I respect that. [stands up] But if you don't run 'cause you think it's gonna be too hard or you think you're gonna lose... well, God, Jed, I don't even want to know you. |
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