"Joint raided!" "No!" "That's just our Raymond, our lovable Sgt. Shaw." "All right." "Let's go, you men." "Come on." "Let's go." "Come on, Sarge." "Gertrude buy you beer." "What's the matter with him?" "I'm afraid our Saint Raymond, he don't approve." "Maybe he's got a girl back home, or something." "Him?" "Our Raymond?" "Are you kidding?" "Come on, you men." "Let's go." "Hey, Silvers, how about the robe?" "What do you mean, my robe?" "Get out of here." "Bad here." "How do you know?" "Chunjin born two miles from here, Captain." "So far, every place we've been in Korea, this joker was born two miles from it." "What's so bad about it?" "Tricky." "Swamp all around." "Thirty yards up, maybe quicksand." "Nobody said anything about quicksand." "Can't we go around it?" "No, Sergeant." "What's your personal advice?" "All walk in single line, next 200 yards." "Rejected." "Not tactical to travel forward in a single line." "Patrol sink." "We go around it." "No, Sergeant." "Never mind." "Okay, pass the word." "This nation jealously guards its highest award for valor:" "the Congressional Medal of Honor." "In the Korean war, with 5,720,000 personnel engaged... only 77 men were so honored." "One of these 77 men was Staff Sgt. Raymond Shaw." "Raymond Shaw was returned from combat and flown directly to Washington... to be decorated personally by the President of the United States." "This is why his presence, or the presence of any Medal of Honor winner... is sufficient to bring generals to their feet, saluting." "Congratulations, son." "How do you feel?" "Like Capt. Idiot in Astounding Science Comics." "Hold it, General." "Hold it, General, please." "Come on, Jack." "Get in there quickly." "Mother, what is this?" "What are you doing here?" "Sen. Iselin, how does it feel to be the father of a Medal of Honor winner?" "He is not my father." "The Senator is Raymond's stepfather." "I can only say that, as one... who has devoted his life to the service of his country..." "You did this, Mother." "You organized this disgusting three-ring circus." "Darling, you're a Medal of Honor winner." "Incidentally, congratulations." "I would have written, but we've been in a frightful mess the last few months." "All right, let him through!" "That's enough, now." "That's enough, I say." "Let him through." "Say "cheese."" "All right, that's enough, now." "Let the poor boy through." "Please, let him through." "What is the matter, Raymond?" "We've gone to a lot of trouble to" "Arrange the parade for you and so forth." "The parade?" "Get that out." "You publicity-sick, flag-simple boob" "Just because your parents and the entire country..." "are proud of you" "Who's kidding who, Mother?" "Johnny's up for re-election in November." "You've got it all figured out, haven't you?" "Johnny Iselin's boy, Medal of Honor winner." "That should get you 50,000 votes." "Raymond, I'm your mother." "How can you talk to me this way?" "I want nothing for myself." "My entire life is devoted to helping you and to helping Johnny." "My boys, my two little boys." "Mother, stop it." "That is all I have." "On the afternoon of his arrival in Washington..." "Raymond Shaw was decorated at the White House... by the President of the United States." "His citation, attested to by his commanding officer..." "Capt. Bennett Marco, and the nine surviving members of his patrol... read in part: "Displaying valor above and beyond the call of duty..." ""did single-handedly save the lives of nine members of his patrol..." ""capturing an enemy machine-gun nest, and taking out in the process..." ""a full company of enemy infantry." ""He then led his patrol, which had been listed as missing in action for three days..." ""back through the enemy lines to safety. "" "A gift from the Citizens For Iselin Committee for his last birthday." "It absolutely saved our lives during the campaign." "You see, this opens up into a double bed." "This is the Press Room." "And this is my private office." "Anything to take the pain out of campaigning, eh?" "That's what I always say." "May I take this thing off now, Mother?" "Raymond, what is the matter with you?" "You look as if your head were going to come to a point in seconds." "Johnny, fix him a drink or something." "Sit down, Raymond." "Relax." "We'll be home in less than two-and-a-half hours." "I'm not going home with you, Mother." "I'm going to New York." "What?" "I've got a job on a newspaper." "Research Assistant to Mr. Holborn Gaines." "Holborn Gaines, that Communist?" "He's not a Communist, Mother." "As a matter of fact, he's a Republican." "But the terrible things he's written about Johnny..." "He came to interview me at the White House this morning." "Afterwards, I asked him for a job." "He gave it to me." "We discovered that we had a great deal in common." "What could you possibly have in common with that dreadful old man?" "Well, for one thing, we discovered that we both loathe and despise you and Johnny." "And that's a beginning." "The war in Korea was over." "Captain, now Major, Bennett Marco had been reassigned... to Army Intelligence in Washington." "It was, by and large, a pleasant assignment... except for one thing." "Night after night, the major was plagued by the same reoccurring nightmare." "Stop it." "Stop it." "Another modern discovery, which we owe to the hydrangea... concerns the influence of air-drainage upon plant climate." "Many years ago, when I was traveling about the country..." "I noticed magnificent hydrangeas on the hills... where the air-drainage was perfect... and very poor specimens, or perhaps none at all, in the valleys." "Formerly, we used to consider sheltered valleys... more favorable to plants than hilltops... but the avoidance of late spring and early autumn frosts... enjoyed by sites with good air-drainage... where the cold air can drain safely away to lower levels... gives the hills a decided advantage." "Thus it was the hydrangeas that gave the first pointer... in another modern discovery of horticultural importance." "From this, it might appear that the hydrangea is a fairly simple plant." "But there are more complications." "The cultivation of hydrangeas was evolved from... a number of varieties originally found in Japan... not all of which, of course, have the same characteristics." "Two of them do not share the quality of producing... blue flowers in mineral-rich soils." "Allow me to introduce our American visitors." "I must ask you to forgive their somewhat lackadaisical manners... but I have conditioned them, or "brainwashed" them... which I understand is the new American word... to believe that they are waiting out a storm... in the lobby of a small hotel in New Jersey... where a meeting of the Ladies' Garden Club is in progress." "You will notice that I have told them they may smoke." "I have allowed my people to have a little fun... in the selection of bizarre tobacco substitutes." "Are you enjoying your cigarette, Ed?" "Yes, ma'am." "Yak dung." ""Tastes good, like a cigarette should."" "Now then, comrades, may I present the famous Raymond Shaw... the young man you've flown 8,000 miles to this dreary spot in Manchuria to see." "Raymond, pull your chair over here by me, please." "I am sure you've all heard the old wives' tale... that no hypnotized subject may be forced... to do that which is repellent to his moral nature, whatever that may be." "Nonsense, of course." "You note-takers might set down a reminder to consult Brenman's paper:" "Experiments in the Hypnotic Production of Anti-Social and Self-Injurious Behavior." "Or Wells' 1941 paper which was titled, I believe:" "Experiments in the Hypnotic Production of Crime." "Or, of course, Andrew Salter's remarkable book:" "Conditioned Reflex Therapy... to name only three." "Or if it offends you that only the West is working... to manufacture more crime and better criminals... against the modern shortages..." "I suggest Krasnogorski's Primary Violence Motivation... or Serov's The Unilateral Suggestion to Self-Destruction." "My dear Yen, as you grow older, you grow more long-winded." "Can't we get to the point?" "Has the man ever killed anyone?" "Or has he not?" "I apologize, my dear Dimitri." "I keep forgetting that you're a young country and your attention span is limited." "Tell me, Raymond, have you ever killed anyone?" "No, ma'am." "Not even in combat?" "In combat?" "Yes, ma'am, I think so." "Of course you have, Raymond." "Raymond has been a crack shot since childhood." "Marvelous outlet for his aggressions." "May I have the bayonet, please?" "Not with the knife." "With the hands." "With the hands?" "Here, have him use this." "Raymond, whom do you dislike the least in your group here today?" "The least?" "That's right." "I guess Capt. Marco, ma'am." "Notice how he is always drawn to authority?" "That won't do, Raymond." "We need the captain to get you your medal." "Whom else?" "I guess Ed Mavole, ma'am." "That's better." "Now then, Raymond, take this scarf... and strangle Ed Mavole to death." "Yes, ma'am." "Excuse me, Ben." "Pardon me." "Hey, Sarge, cut it out." "Quiet, Ed, please." "Now, you just sit there quietly and cooperate." "Yes, ma'am." "Major, to your knowledge... have any other ex-members of your patrol had similar dreams?" "No, sir, not to my knowledge." "Doesn't it strike any one as curious... that Mavole was one of the two men lost in the action?" "Yet, every night in my dream... he's the one that Raymond..." "I'm sorry, gentlemen." "Now look, Maj. Marco... since you first brought this recurring dream of yours to our attention..." "Raymond Shaw, his life, his background, his habits... his friends and associates have been under scrupulous examination." "The facts speak for themselves." "His stepfather is a United States senator." "His mother is head of 15 different patriotic organizations." "Raymond himself works as confidential assistant to Holborn Gaines... the most respected political journalist in America." "It's inconceivable that anything" "As the consulting psychiatrist present..." "I'd be interested in hearing your personal feelings about Shaw." "Raymond Shaw is the kindest, bravest, warmest... most wonderful human being I've ever known in my life." "I see." "And this opinion, Major, was it generally held?" "His fellow soldiers, did they feel the same way toward him?" "The men loved him, sir." "Why shouldn't they?" "He saved their lives." "It would seem obvious to me... that Maj. Marco is suffering a delayed reaction... to 18 months of continuous combat in Korea." "I strongly recommend that the matter of Raymond Shaw be dropped here and now... and that Maj. Marco be temporarily reassigned... to less strenuous and, if I may say so, less sensitive duties." "I think a few months' detached service... to, perhaps, the Public Relations Corps... should put the Major right back in the pink." "Mr. Secretary, can you explain the proposed cut in budget?" "Since, sir, you've asked a simple-minded question..." "I will give you an equally simple-minded answer." "Since no great naval power menaces the free world today... the Navy's overwhelming preponderance of surface ships seems to be superfluous." "Hence the cut in budget." "Major, my time is important." "How much longer must we go on with this nonsense?" "If there are no further questions, I think that about wraps things up." "Mr. Secretary, I have a question, sir." "Who are you, sir?" "I am United States Senator John Yerkes Iselin." "And I have a question so serious... that the safety of our nation may well depend on your answer." "Who?" "No evasions, Mr. Secretary, no evasions, if you please, sir." "Evasions?" "What the hell are you talking about?" "What kind of foolishness is this?" "I'm new at this job, but I don't think it's good public relations... to talk that way to a senator, even if he is an idiot." "I am United States Senator John Yerkes Iselin... and I have here a list of the names of 207 persons... who are known by the Secretary of Defense... as being members of the Communist Party... and who are still, nevertheless, working at shaping the policy... of the Defense Department!" "Senator who?" "I demand an answer, Mr. Secretary." "There will be no covering up, sir." "What?" "No covering up." "You won't get your hands on this list." "How did you get in here in the first place?" "Major, throw that lunatic out of here." "And I deeply regret having to say..." "in front of these ladies and gentlemen..." "You claim to be a senator?" "...and the radio audience of our great nation that you no longer have my confidence." "You're an idiot, if you ask me." "You're out of your mind." "This is no longer a matter for investigation by the Defense Department." "Get out of here!" "I'm afraid you've lost your chance, sir." "Get that man out of this room." "This matter is now the responsibility of the United States Senate." "Get out of this room." "I will not have him in here, do you hear me?" "Not ever!" "If I ever catch you in this room again, I'll throw you out bodily." "What do you want?" "Get out of here." "Hold it." "Don't you take my picture anymore." "Clear this room!" "Sen. Iselin." "I'd like to verify that number, sir." "How many Communists did you say?" "I said there are exactly..." "I have proof there are... 104 card-carrying Communists in the Defense Department." "How many, sir?" "275, and that's absolutely all I have to say on the subject at this time." "Come, babe." "Major, how many did he say?" "Excuse me just a moment." "Major, how many did he say?" "Very good, Raymond." "Thank you, ma'am." "Capt. Marco?" "Yes, ma'am." "On your feet, Captain, please." "Sorry, ma'am." "Captain... when you are returned with your patrol to Korea... and you make your way to Command Headquarters... what will be the first duty you will undertake?" "I will make my report on the patrol, ma'am." "What will you report?" "I will recommend urgently... that Raymond Shaw be posted for the Medal of Honor." "He saved our lives and took out a complete company of Chinese infantry." "A complete company?" "What the hell is this?" "We can spare an imaginary company of infantry for this particular plan..." "Mikhail Mikhailovich." "All right." "If we are out to humiliate our brave Chinese ally... in the newspapers of the world... we might as well make it a full battalion." "We don't object, Comrade, I assure you of that." "However, Comrade, we thank you for thinking of the matter in that light." "If we may proceed with the demonstration..." "Raymond... who is that little fellow sitting next to the Captain?" "That's Bobby Lembeck... our mascot, I guess you'd call him." "Doesn't look old enough to be in your army." "I guess he isn't, but there he is, ma'am." "Capt. Marco, will you be good enough to lend Raymond your pistol, please?" "Yes, ma'am." "Thanks, Ben." "Sure, kid." "Shoot Bobby, Raymond." "Through the forehead." "Yes, ma'am." "Wake up, it's all right." "Everything's all right." "That same dream again?" "What makes it so awful... is to keep dreaming a thing like that about Sgt. Shaw." "It's been going on for weeks, now." "I must be going crazy." "You ought to write to Sgt. Shaw." "I tell you, nothing's wrong with me." "Ask if anyone else is having similar dreams." "Yeah?" "Yes." "Maybe I will." "Maybe I'll do that." "If anybody can help me, he can." "You like him a lot, don't you?" "Raymond Shaw is the bravest, kindest, warmest... most wonderful human being I've ever known in my life." ""Dear Sarge, I had to say this or write this to someone..." ""because I think I'm going nuts." ""Since you were my best friend in the army, here goes." ""Sarge, I'm in trouble." ""I'm afraid to go to sleep because I have terrible dreams." ""I dream about all the guys on the patrol where you won the medal..." ""and the dream has a lot of Chinese people in it..." ""and a lot of big brass from the Russian Army." ""Well, it's pretty rough, you have to take my word for that. "" "Raymond Shaw, please." "This is he." "Raymond, why don 't you pass the time by playing a little solitaire?" "Raymond." "Yes, sir?" "Can you see the red queen?" "Yes, sir." "Good." "One week from next Saturday, you will be called for... at 11:10 a.m. and taken to the Timothy Swardon Sanitarium... 84 East 61st Street." "We want you there for a checkup." "Is that clear?" "Yes, sir." "You may put the cards away now." "Goodbye, Raymond." "Mr. Gaines, it's Mr. Shaw." "He was run down on the street by a hit-and-run driver." "It just came over the AP." "Good heavens." "Find out what hospital he's in, and call them." "See if there's anything we can do to help." "You're welcome." "Goodbye." "That was Mr. Gaines, from his newspaper." "He said to tell him to take it easy and not to worry about a thing." "Which, of course, we will not tell him... on the chance it is some sort of pre-arranged code." "Comrade Zilkov?" "Yes?" "Yen Lo." "Pavlov Institute." "Doctor, an honor and a pleasure." "You may go." "When did you arrive?" "I was flown in last night under embassy quota." "Revolting journey." "Raymond, it's nice to see you again." "It's nice to see you again, sir." "We're going through this elaborate procedure... simply out of precaution, in case there are any visitors." "Although I cannot imagine who will visit Raymond." "Attractive plant you have here." "Thank you, Doctor." "It's actually a rest home for wealthy alcoholics." "We were able to purchase it three years ago." "Except for this floor and the floor above it, which is sealed off for security purposes... the rest functions quite normally." "It is one of the few Soviet operations in America... that actually showed a profit at the end of the last fiscal year." "Profit?" "Fiscal year?" "Beware, my dear Zilkov." "The virus of capitalism's highly infectious." "Soon, you'll be lending money out at interest." "You must try, Comrade Zilkov, to cultivate a sense of humor." "There is nothing like a good laugh now and then... to lighten the burdens of the day." "Tell me, Raymond, do you remember murdering Mavole and Lembeck?" "I beg your pardon, sir?" "Mavole and Lembeck, the men who were lost on the patrol." "Do you recall what happened to them?" "Yes, sir." "It was a very clear action for a night action." "Capt. Marco sent up some low flares... so it was easy to see what was happening." "Bobby Lembeck got separated to the left." "Mavole went after him." "By the time he reached him, the enemy had a fix on the position." "They were killed instantly by a high mortar shell." "I don't think they ever knew what hit them." "Do you realize, Comrade... the implications of the weapon that has been placed at your disposal?" "You may remove your head bandage, Raymond." "A normally conditioned American... who has been trained to kill and then to have no memory of having killed." "Without memory of his deed, he cannot possibly feel guilt." "Nor will he, of course, have any reason to fear being caught." "Having been relieved of those uniquely American symptoms: guilt and fear... he cannot possibly give himself away." "Our Raymond will remain an outwardly normal, productive... sober and respected member of the community." "And, I should say, if properly used, entirely police-proof." "His brain has not only been washed, as they say, it has been dry-cleaned." "Thank you, Raymond, you may replace your head bandage." "Sealed floors or no, you will, of course, permit him visitors, to avoid suspicion." "Of course." "A team of my specialists is being flown in tonight." "It will take about a week, working between visiting hours... to check the mechanism out completely." "It has been, after all, two years since the conditioning took place." "And you want to be sure the linkages are still functioning correctly... before he is turned over to his American operator." "Now, Comrade, if you will excuse me." "Where are you going?" "Since I can do nothing more until my specialists arrive..." "I had thought to spend the afternoon at Macy's." "Madame Yen has given me the most appalling list." "I personally guarantee it." "He is ready to be turned over to his American operator." "And I, being personally responsible for Soviet Security... in the entire Eastern Seaboard of the United States... refuse to turn him over to his operator... until at least one practical test has been run." "You say the man has been built as an assassin." "Very well, then." "Let him assassinate someone." "I'm shocked that a security officer with the responsibility you hold... would risk a mechanism as valuable as Raymond... out of sheer nervousness." "You yourself admit the man has not killed for over two years." "I assure you, Doctor, conditions offering minimum risk can be arranged." "All right." "If you insist on this foolishness... have him kill one of your own people here on a sealed floor." "I would gladly." "But our table of organization happens to be under acceptable strength as it is." "Why can't we be reasonable about this?" "Why can't he kill some non-productive person on the outside?" "Very well, then." "But for his own protection, he must be instructed that if he is ever, at any time... discovered at the scene of an assignment, this other person... or persons must also be killed." "All right, Doctor." "Whom do you think he should kill?" "With humor, my dear Zilkov, always with a little humor." "If kill we must, for a better New York, why should it not be... his superior at the newspaper, Mr. Holborn Gaines?" "With Mr. Gaines out of the way... might he not then be given that very influential job himself?" "Who's there?" "It's me, Mr. Gaines." "I'm sorry to disturb you, sir." "Don't get any silly ideas about this ridiculous-looking bed jacket." "It was my wife's." "It's the warmest thing I have." "Perfect for reading in bed at night." "I didn't know you were married, sir." "She died nearly six years ago." "What the devil are you doing here at 4:00 a.m.?" "Anyway, I thought you were in the hospital." "Don't tell me you've come here at this ridiculous hour to talk something over." "You're not going to pour out your heart with the details of a sordid love affair, are you?" "No, sir." "As a matter of fact, they told me you'd be asleep." "Who told you I'd be asleep?" "They did." "They?" "They?" "Who's this mysterious "they"?" "Raymond?" "Answer me, my boy." "Colonel." "Ben." "May I come in for a minute?" "Please do." "Of course." "Come on in." "May I ask A:" "Is this an official visit?" "And B:" "May I mix you a drink?" "A:" "Yes, it is, and B:" "You certainly may." "Scotch all right?" "Fine." "My God, where do you get all the books?" "I got a guy who picks them out for me, at random." "Water all right?" "Fine." "He's in San Francisco." "Got a little bookstore out there... and he ships them to me wherever I happen to be stationed." "You read them all?" "Yeah." "They'd also make great insulation against an enemy attack." "But the truth of the matter is that I'm just interested in..." "The Principles of Modern Banking..." "History of Piracy..." "Paintings of Orozco..." "Modern French Theater..." "The Jurisprudential Factor of Mafia Administration..." "Diseases of Horses and novels of Joyce Cary, and..." "Ethnic Choices of the Arabs." "Things like that." "The army's got a lot of things wrong with it... but it does take care of its own people, which is why I'm here." "As a public relations officer, you're a disaster." "I never wanted" "Apparently, among other things... you permitted the Secretary to make some unfortunate remarks to that idiot Iselin..." "which started him off on a rampage." "Mickey, listen to me, please." "For six months, I've been driven nearly mad by a recurring dream..." "The medical officer in charge" "What the hell does the Medical Corps know about intelligence work, Milt?" "I tell you, there's something phony going on." "There's something phony about me, Raymond Shaw... about the whole Medal of Honor business." "For instance, when the psychiatrist asked me how I personally felt about Raymond... and how the whole patrol felt about him, did you hear what I said?" "Did you really hear what I said?" "I said, "Raymond Shaw is the kindest, warmest..." ""bravest, most wonderful human being I have ever known."" "And even now I feel that way, this minute." "And yet, somewhere in the back of my mind, something tells me it's not true." "It's just not true." "It isn't as if Raymond's hard to like." "He's impossible to like!" "He's probably one of the most repulsive human beings..." "I've known in all of my life." "Ben, what I came to tell you is Public Relations has sent you back to me." "And in your present state there's no possible way I can use you." "As of this moment, I'm placing you on indefinite sick leave." "Go away, Ben." "Find yourself a girl." "Lie in the sun." "I absolutely refuse." "You don't seem to understand." "What I've just told you is not a suggestion, Major." "It is an order." "Good night, Ben." "Do you mind if I smoke?" "Not at all." "Please do." "Maryland's a beautiful state." "This is Delaware." "I know." "I was one of the original Chinese workmen who laid the track on this stretch." "But, nonetheless, Maryland is a beautiful state." "So is Ohio, for that matter." "I guess so." "Columbus is a tremendous football town." "You in the railroad business?" "Not anymore." "However, if you will permit me to point out... when you ask that question, you should say:" ""Are you in the railroad line?"" "Where's your home?" "I'm in the army." "I'm a Major." "I've been in the army most of my life." "We move a good deal." "I was born in New Hampshire." "I went to a girls' camp once on Lake Francis." "That's pretty far north." "What's your name?" "Eugenie." "Pardon?" "No kidding, I really mean it." "Crazy French pronunciation and all." "It's pretty." "Thank you." "I guess your friends call you Jennie?" "Not yet, they haven't, for which I am deeply grateful." "But you may call me Jennie." "What do your friends call you?" "Rosie." "Why?" "My full name is Eugenie Rose." "Of the two names, I've always favored Rosie... because it smells of brown soap and beer." "Eugenie is somehow more fragile." "When I asked you what your name was, you said it was Eugenie." "It's quite possible I was feeling more or less fragile at that instant." "I could never figure out what that phrase meant: "more or less."" "Are you Arabic?" "No." "My name is Ben." "It's really Bennett." "I was named after Arnold Bennett." "The writer?" "No." "A lieutenant colonel." "He was my father's commanding officer at the time." "What's your last name?" "Marco." "Maj. Marco." "Are you Arabic?" "No." "Let me put it another way." "Are you married?" "No." "You?" "No." "What's your last name?" "Cheney." "I'm production assistant for a man named Justin... who had two hits last season." "I live on 54th Street... a few doors from the Modern Museum of Art... of which I am a Tea-Privileges Member." "No cream." "I live at 53 West 54th Street." "Apartment 3B." "Can you remember that?" "Eldorado 5-9970." "Can you remember that?" "Are you stationed in New York?" "Or is stationed the right word?" "I'm not exactly stationed in New York." "I was stationed in Washington." "But I got sick, and now I'm on leave and I'm going to spend it in New York." "Eldorado 5-9970." "I'm going to look up an old friend of mine who's a newspaper man." "We were in Korea together." "Mr. Shaw, there's a gentleman outside to see you." "A gentleman?" "An Oriental gentleman, sir." "He said he was in the army with you." "There were no Oriental gentlemen in the army with me." "He is very insistent, sir." "All right, show him in." "I am Chunjin, Mr. Shaw, sir." "I was interpreter attached to Charlie Company, 52nd Regiment." "Yes, I remember you." "You were the guide and interpreter to the patrol." "Yes, sir, Mr. Shaw." "What can I do for you?" "I mean to say, what are you doing here?" "Your father did not say to you?" "My father?" "Yes." "Sen. Iselin." "I write to" "Sen. Iselin is not my father." "Repeat, he is not my father." "If you learn nothing else on your visit to this country, memorize that fact." "I write to Sen. Iselin." "I tell him how I interpret your outfit." "I tell him I want to come to America." "He get me visa." "Now I need job." "A job?" "Yes, sir, Mr. Shaw." "But, my dear fellow, we don't need interpreters here." "We all speak the same language." "I am tailor and mender." "I am cook, I drive car." "I am cleaner and scrubber." "I fix anything." "I take message." "I sleep at house of my cousin." "I ask for job with you... because you are a great man who saved my life." "I could use a valet, I think." "And I would like having a cook." "A good cook, I mean." "Very well, you can live at your cousin's." "I will pay you $60 a week." "You will have every Thursday and every other Sunday off." "Thank you, Mr. Shaw." "I'm leaving for Washington in a few minutes." "I'll be back here by 8:30 p.m. I would like to have dinner waiting." "Yes, sir, Mr. Shaw." "Just like United States Army." "Oh, God, I hope not." "You're going to be marvelous in there this afternoon, hon..." "I just know you are." "Yeah." "There's just one thing, babe." "I'd be a lot happier if we could just settle on the number... of Communists I know there are in the Defense Department." "I mean, the way you keep changing the figures on me all the time... it makes me look like some kind of a nut, an idiot." "The boys were even starting to kid me about it." "Just yesterday in the cloakroom, they said, "Hey, Johnny"" "You'll look like an even bigger idiot... if you don't get in there and do exactly what you're told." "Who are they writing about all over this country, and what are they saying?" "Are they saying, "Are there any Communists in the Defense Department?"" "Of course not." "They're saying:" ""How many Communists are there in the Defense Department?"" "So stop talking like an expert all of a sudden... and get out there and say what you're supposed to say." "Come on, babe." "I'm sorry, hon." "Would it really make it easier for you if we settled on just one number?" "Just one real simple number that will be easy for me to remember." "There are exactly 57 card-carrying members... of the Communist Party in the Department of Defense at this time." "Point of order, Mr. Speaker." "What was Raymond doing with his hands?" "How did the old ladies turn into Russians?" "What was Raymond doing with his hands?" "How did the old ladies turn into Russians?" "What was Raymond doing with his hands?" "What were you doing there?" "What was Raymond doing with his hands?" "What were you doing there?" "It was original of you to have the police department call so shyly... and ask for our first date." "They asked me who I'd be willing to..." "I know, and thank you." "Thank you very much." "I've got to find Raymond." "Maybe he's home by now." "All right, darling." "Whatever you want." "But first, I have something to tell you." "You know what I was doing when you so cleverly had the police call?" "Don't bother trying to guess, you're too tired." "I'll tell you what I was doing." "After I dropped you off..." "I went straight home, and when I got upstairs" "Apartment 3B." "That's right." "Very good." "Before I even took my coat off, I telephoned my fiancé." "I told you I wasn't married, I never said I wasn't engaged." "Well, I called up my fiancé, and he came over as soon as he could... which was instantly, and I told him I had just met you... and I gave him his ring back." "I tried to convey my regrets for whatever pain I might be causing him." "Just then, you had the police call to invite me to meet you at the 24th Precinct." "So I grabbed my coat, kissed my fiancé on the cheek... for the last time in our lives we would ever kiss... and I ran." "At the police station, they told me you had beaten up a very large Chinese gentleman." "Not Chinese, dear, Korean." "At least, I think he was Korean." "A very large Korean gentleman, but that you were a pretty solid type yourself... according to Washington, with whom they had checked." "So I figured if they'd bother to get a comment on you from George Washington... you must be somebody very important indeed." "And, I must say, it was rather sweet of the general, with you only a major." "I didn't even know you knew him." "If they were the tiniest bit puzzled about you, they could have asked me." "Yes, indeed, my darling Ben, they could have asked me... and I would have told them." "Hi, kid." "What in the hell's going on?" "They called me in Washington to tell me you'd broken into my apartment... and beaten up my houseboy." "Yeah, well, see, Chunjin, when l" "My God, you look terrible." "I've never seen you look so awful." "Raymond..." "I want to tell you that I've been having this terrible nightmare." "I've been in the army 19 years." "First time I've ever seen one of these." "I've been having this nightmare... a real swinger of a nightmare, too." "It has to do with all kinds of strange people." "Is it about a Russian general and some Chinese... and me and the men who were on the patrol?" "How did you know that?" "Take your hands off me." "Please, Raymond, tell me, how did you know?" "I don't really know anything about it." "But you just started to tell me" "Do you remember Al Melvin?" "The corporal in the patrol?" "Yes, of course." "I had a letter from him a couple of weeks ago." "Needless to say, I was very surprised to hear from him." "You know how much the guys in the outfit hated me." "Well, not as much as I hated them, of course." "But anyway, the funny thing was... he said in his letter that I was the best friend he had in the army." "I was the best friend he had in the army." "The poor, simple boob." "Anyway, he wanted to tell me about his nightmare." "He said he was going out of his mind." "Tell me what he said about the nightmare." "He keeps dreaming that the patrol is sitting in a hotel lobby... and there are a lot of Chinese brass and Russian generals, and I don't know..." "Anyway, what's nightmarish about that?" "The letter?" "Have you got the letter?" "No, I don't." "I never keep letters." "That's all he wrote?" "That was the end of it?" "Why?" "Is it the same thing you've been dreaming?" "Do something for me, will you?" "Call Eldorado 5-9970." "If a young lady answers, tell her I've gone to Washington." "The town, not the general." "I'll be in touch with her as quickly as I can." "You'll do that, won't you?" "Eldorado 5-9970." "To take some of the mystery out of it, Major, the photographs you're looking at... are shots of male models, Mexican circus performers..." "Czech research chemists, Japanese criminals..." "French headwaiters, Turkish wrestlers, pastoral psychiatrists... and, of course, various officials of the USSR... the People's Republic of China, and the Soviet Army." "Hold the one on the right, please." "Hold this one, too." "Exactly one hour ago, your friend, Mr. Alan Melvin, in Wainwright, Alaska... made the same two photographs." "This one here wore sunglasses, smelled like a goat." "His moustache was a little thinner then." "He had a loud voice, and it grated." "He's about 5'11", on the heavy side." "Uniformed as a lieutenant general." "His staff wore civilian clothes." "They looked a little like F.B.I. men." "His name, incidentally, is Berezovo." "He's a member of the Central Committee." "This one wore civilian clothes, but his staff was uniformed... varying from a full colonel to a first lieutenant." "They wore political markings." "Lights." "All right, Ben." "I'm going to recommend setting up a joint-intelligence, C.I.A.-F.B.I. unit... based out of New York." "You'll work with them, representing the army." "Your assignment's Raymond Shaw." "Very good, Colonel." "It should be a very pleasant assignment, Major... considering that Raymond Shaw is the kindest, bravest... warmest, most wonderful human being you've ever met in your life." "My mother, Ben, is a terrible woman." "A terrible, terrible woman." "Chunjin, we would like some more wine." "Oh, I forgot." "After you called, I gave Chunjin the night off." "Because it was Christmas Eve, I told him." "He was very reluctant to go." "That's probably because he's a Buddhist, and he doesn't celebrate Christmas." "I don't think that Chunjin is a Buddhist." "He smiles all the time." "What a shame." "I thought he was a Buddhist." "Otherwise I would have sent him a Christmas card." "But I figured... that if I sent him a card at this time of the year... then he would have to send me a card on the Buddha's birthday." "To save face, right?" "Right." "And that would have started a whole big magilla." "Exactly." "You did exactly the right thing." "Twelve Days of Christmas." "One day of Christmas is loathsome enough." "What were we saying?" "Oh, yes, my mother." "But you don't want to listen to me talking about" "Of course I do." "I'm interested." "It's rather like listening to Orestes gripe about Clytemnestra." "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 Italian 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..." "like 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 Institute 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!"