The Manchurian Candidate

Cleaned, common errors fixed and slightly resynced by Tronar

Bets around, bets around. Let's go, Jameson.

Everybody in? Atkins, Atkins?

Oh, come on, man, let's go.

No, man, your sister didn't send me that check yet.

No, this is how you play the... This is how you play Texas Hold 'em.

You just told us how to play it!

This is how you play Texas Hold 'em.

Will you flip another card. This is the fourth fucking...

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

Yo, Melvin, man, what you gonna do,

you gonna play the cards or you gonna hatch them?

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

There's gotta be a...

Gotta be a 7-Eleven out there somewhere.

Let me get two.

So why don't we just go directly in.

Right up this route, straight in.

Yes, well, I see the captain enjoys the road less traveled.

No, the captain enjoys not going down the highway,

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

It's very bad here.

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

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

- Bad everywhere, huh? - Yeah.

Mines?

Tricky. Swedish-made.

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

Sergeant Shaw.

- Sergeant. - Sir.

Rolling in two minutes.

Yes, sir.

You okay?

Yes, sir.

Two minutes.

Yo, give me two cards, man.

Captain says we're moving out.

So...

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

It was just before Desert Storm.

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

assessing enemy troop strength

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

I'm in the lead vehicle with Sergeant Shaw

and our guide, a civilian contractor.

The night is clear. Stars, but no moon.

Ambush!

Hang on.

Exit the vehicle. On me! On me!

Get a flare up, sergeant.

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

Covering, covering, covering!

Bear right!

Move it, move it, move it!

Captain Marco!

Sir?

Was you scared?

Scared? Well...

...there was really no time to be scared.

With complete disregard for his own life,

Sergeant Raymond Shaw engaged single-handedly

an entire company of the enemy.

Sergeant Shaw was awarded the Medal of Honor.

I signed the recommendation myself.

Yes, sir.

Were you wounded?

I was, I was injured.

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

Major?

- Yes. - Did your unit sustain any casualties?

Yes. PFC Edward Ingram,

PFC Robert Baker III were killed.

Now, the Medal of Honor, Congressional Medal of Honor,

is the highest award that any soldier could aspire to.

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

should never be forgotten.

Since 1917, there have only been 970 Medals awarded,

out of a total of 30 million Americans at arms.

Who knows.

Maybe one day, one of you fine young men

will earn that medal in defense of this great nation.

Yes.

Major Marco, on behalf of Troops 1094 and 1128,

just wanna thank you

for coming to speak to us about the Medal of Honor

and about your interesting experiences in the armed forces.

Thanks for listening.

Thank you very much.

You ever wish it had been you?

I'm sorry, excuse me?

Won the Medal.

Been... Been the hero.

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

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

- Major Marco? - Yes.

Al Melvin, sir.

Corporal Melvin.

From your unit, Desert Storm.

Corporal Melvin. How you doing?

I have these dreams, sir.

- Dreams? - Yes, sir.

Kuwait. It's you and me,

Ingram and Baker and...

...Raymond Shaw.

Okay.

See, I remember it happened like you just said,

and then...

...I don't.

Well...

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

That was a long time ago. Memories shift.

Do you have dreams, sir?

Everybody has dreams, corporal.

No, not these.

No, I don't.

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

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

It doesn't always come together, you know,

not everything that I can remember.

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

talk to one of the doctors.

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

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

I'm just a little stuck, sir.

Because I remember, okay, Shaw...

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

...but that doesn't make sense, because...

...that should've been you.

Okay, if Shaw is in the Hummer...

...the Toyota is here...

All right. Just get up, get up.

Listen, it's...

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

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

You need some money or something?

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

I don't need your money, man.

All right. It was great to see you.

Paper or plastic, sir?

With public anxiety being rekindled by the events of Bloody Friday,

with the war on terror continuing into yet another year, no end in sight,

the worries just continue to grow.

Polls indicate that more and more voters

are concerned with personal family safety,

with economic security,

fearing more and more jobs going overseas

or being taken by illegal immigrants.

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

the degradation caused by the rollback in environmental regulations,

by religious and racial polarization,

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

The American people are ready for a new agenda.

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

the choice of a vice presidential nominee may very well be

the unifying factor for delegates at this convention.

And if this respect propels me toward the nomination

as your vice presidential candidate, I will be greatly honored.

We need to look inward, attend to our own house.

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

terrorists who, by the way, we've helped engender

with 20 years of failed foreign policy.

No, the real danger is from suspending civil liberties,

gutting the Bill of Rights, allowing our fear

to destroy our democratic ideals,

because once we start overturning our constitutional protections,

our enemies have won.

Raymond?

- There he is. - Darling.

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

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

she said you were up here practicing your speech.

I don't honestly understand why

you insist upon isolating yourself, Raymond.

People adore you, they crave your company,

and yet here you are,

holed up as if you were some sort of

emotionally challenged individual like your father.

Shut up, Tom. Instead of Raymond Prentiss Shaw,

handsome, intelligent,

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

- No. - And his country.

No.

- No, what? - No.

I haven't even asked you a question yet.

No to the question you're going to ask.

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

Your hair is too flat.

And no, you may not engage in your usual backdoor

And that tie...

political thuggery to shovel me onto the presidential ticket.

Tie's wrong. Something less busy.

Oh, you're not interested.

Of course I'm interested. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't.

But not if it means attacking the reputation

of a statesman like Tom Jordan,

which I am sure was part of your plan.

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

Despite what?

Despite the shameful way his daughter toyed with you