Being There


Being There - December 16, 1978 Draft


 FADE IN:

 EXT. TOWNHOUSE GARDEN - WASHINGTON, D.C. - AFTERNOON

    An afternoon in late November, the leaves have left the
    trees, and the early darkness of a winter dusk approaches.
    The garden is long and narrow, guarded on either side by a
    high brick wall. At one end stands the rear of a three-story
    brick townhouse; at the other, a one story brick building.
    CLASSICAL MUSIC is heard in the distance. A MAN, handsomely
    dressed in a well-tailored suit of the 1920's, works in the
    garden. A gardener's apron protects his suit from the earth
    as he turns the loam along one of the walkways. He works
    slowly,-precisely, obviously engrossed in his surroundings.
    This man is called CHANCE.

    Chance stops working for a moment, takes a pocket watch from
    inside his coat, checks the time. He looks to the darkening
    skies, returns the watch to his pocket. As Chance starts
    toward the one story brick building, he takes a spotless rag
    from his apron pocket and wipes the dirt from the tines of
    his pitchfork.

 INT. GARAGE - AFTERNOON

    The sound of the music increases as Chance enters the garage
    from the garden. A gleaming 1921 TOURING CAR is revealed as
    he walks through the garage and leans the pitchfork against a
    wall. Chance takes a neatly folded cover from a shelf,
    carefully puts it over the car. When he finishes covering the
    car for the night, Chance picks up the pitchfork, leaves the
    garage through a side entry.

 INT. POTTING ROOM - AFTERNOON

    The Potting Room is filled with the tools of the gardener,
    everything arranged in an orderly fashion. Rows of small pots
    are on tables, young plants sprouting from some of them. A
    small, 1940's table model black-and-white TV rests on a
    shelf. It is playing, tuned to the BOSTON POPS ORCHESTRA.
    Attached to the front of the screen is a wheel containing
    colored gels. The wheels spins, creates an early form of
    color TV. As Chance enters, his attention is on the
    television set. He watches it as he oils the tines of the
    pitchfork and puts it away. Chance turns off the TV and
    leaves the room, but the sound of the Boston Pops continues.

 INT. CHANCE'S ROOM - AFTERNOON

    A room adjacent to the Potting Room. A large screen remote
    control color television set dominates the room. It is on,
    tuned to the Boston Pops. In contrast to the new TV, the rest
    of the room is sparsely but tastefully decorated with
    expensive furniture of the twenties. There are no books,
    magazines, newspapers or reading matter of any kind to be
    seen. Chance comes in, watches the TV with a detached gaze as
    he removes his apron. He changes the channel with the remote
    control as he puts his apron and the pitchfork rag into a
    laundry bag. He takes off his suit jacket, hangs it in the
    closet where it is accompanied by several others, all of like
    quality. Chance changes the channel once again.

 EXT. GARDEN - NIGHT

    Chance, wearing a different suit and carrying the laundry
    bag, crosses from the rear building to the main house.

 INT. MAIN HOUSE - REAR ENTRANCE/HALLWAY - NIGHT

    The interior of the main house has the mustiness of age, the
    warmth of oak. White dropcloths and sheets cover all of the
    furniture. Chance enters, walks through the hallway.

 INT. MAIN HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT

    A large dropcloth is over the dining room table and chairs.
    It is neatly folded back at one end, leaving one chair and
    place setting uncovered. A small portable color TV is next to
    the place setting.

    Chance enters, puts his laundry bag on a covered table near
    the doorway. He sits at the dining room table, turns on the
    TV, and carefully unfolds his napkin, puts it on his lap as
    he watches the screen. LOUISE, an elderly black maid, enters
    with a tray of food and Chance's clean laundry.

             LOUISE
            (sets dinner before
                Chance)
        ... Evening, Chance.

             CHANCE 
            (slowly, perfect diction,
                no accent of any kind)
        ... Good evening, Louise.

    Louise sets Chance's clean clothes on the small table, picks
    up his laundry bag.

             LOUISE 
        ... The Old Man is getting weaker,
        Chance.

             CHANCE 
            (begins to eat)
        I see.

             LOUISE 
        I'm afraid he's slippin' a bit with
        every hour that goes by...

    Chance, his manners impeccable, concentrates on the TV as he
    eats. A buzzer SOUNDS, Louise looks upstairs.

             LOUISE (CONT'D)
        ... Back up those stairs - damn...
        That Man's needin' me more and more
        just before he never needs me
        again...

             CHANCE 
            (still watches TV)
        Is his back feeling better?

    Louise gives Chance a look.

             LOUISE 
        ... Gobbledegook... You and your
        gobbledegook. You're gonna be the
        death of me yet, Chance...
            (she turns to leave)
        ... Unless those stairs are... The
        Good Lord's liable to snatch up two
        unwillin' souls at the same time if
        I keep on trampin' up those
        stairs... I don't want none of
        that...

    Louise disappears through the doorway. Chance continues to
    eat and watch TV.

 INT. CHANCE'S ROOM - DAWN

    Chance is asleep, lying on his back. His eyes slowly open,
    and, with no change of expression, he sits up and turns on
    the TV with the remote control. Chance gets out of bed, goes
    to the dresser and takes his pocket watch out of a drawer,
    checks the time. He crosses to the closet, his eyes never
    straying from an early morning show on television. He puts on
    a bathrobe and leaves the room.

 INT. POTTING ROOM - DAWN

    Chance enters, turns on the TV with the spinning color wheel,
    then waters a few of the pots with a sprinkling can. He turns
    off the TV and exits.

 INT. GARAGE - DAWN

    Chance comes into the garage, takes the cover off of the
    touring car, folds it and puts it on a shelf. He leaves the
    garage.

 INT. CHANCE'S ROOM - DAWN

    Chance returns to his room, changes channels on the
    television, takes off his robe and hangs it back up in the
    closet, then goes into the bathroom.

 EXT. GARDEN - MORNING

    A light snow is falling. The door to the small building
    opens, Chance peeks out, then goes back inside. A few seconds
    pass and Chance reappears, this time with an umbrella.
    Smartly dressed in suit and tie, he crosses to the main
    house.

 INT. MAIN HOUSE - REAR ENTRANCE/HALLWAY - MORNING

    Chance opens the door, shakes off and closes the umbrella
    before entering. He hangs the umbrella on a doorknob, then
    heads for the dining room.

 INT. DINING ROOM - MORNING

    Repeating his ritual, Chance enters the dining room, sits,
    turns on the TV, carefully spreads his napkin on his lap. He
    watches the screen for a moment, then turns, expecting
    Louise. She doesn't appear, so he turns back, watches TV.
    After a few beats, Chance hears Louise's footsteps hurrying
    down the stairs. She comes into the dining room, visibly
    distraught. Chance looks up, smiles.

             CHANCE 
        Good morning, Louise.

             LOUISE 
            (out of breath)
        He's dead, Chance! The Old Man's
        dead!

             CHANCE 
            (flatly, turns back to TV)
        ... I see.

             LOUISE 
        Must of happened durin' the night,
        I don't know... Lord, he wasn't
        breathin' and as cold as a fish. I
        touched him, just to see, and you
        believe me, Chance - that's doin'
        more than I get paid to do... Then
        I just covered him up, pulled the
        sheet over his head...

             CHANCE 
            (nodding)
        Yes. I've seen that done.

             LOUISE
        Then I got the hell out of that
        room and called the doctor and I
        think I woke him probably, he
        wasn't any too alert. He just said,
        'Yeah, he's been expectin' it and
        said he'd send somebody over...'
        Lord, what a mornin'!

             CHANCE 
            (watches news, flashes of
                season's first snowfall)
        ... Yes, Louise, it's snowing in
        the garden today. Have you looked
        outside and seen the snow? It's
        very white.

    A beat of silence from Louise, then anger.

             LOUISE 
        Dammit, Boy! Is that all you got to
        say? More gobbledegook? 
            (Chance smiles, is silent)
        That Old Man's layin' up there dead
        as hell and it just don't make any
        difference to you!

             CHANCE 
            (with a smile, accepting
                death)
        Yes, Louise. I have seen it often.
        It happens to old people.

             LOUISE 
        Well, ain't that the truth...

             CHANCE 
        Yes. It is.

    Louise throws back the cover from a chair next to Chance and
    sits, softening a bit toward him.

             LOUISE 
        Oh, Lord, Chance - I don't know
        what I was expectin' from you...
        I'm sorry for yellin' like I did...
        No sir, I just don't know what I
        was expectin' ... 
            (Chance doesn't react,
                watches TV)
        ... I 'spose I'd better gather up
        some breakfast for you...

             CHANCE 
            (a turn to her)
        Yes, I'm very hungry.

             LOUISE 
            (rises, looks upstairs)
        Well, no more stewin' those prunes
        every mornin', that's somethin', I
        guess... 
            (she starts out, stops by
                the door)
        ... what are you goin' to do now,
        Chance?

             CHANCE
            (gazing at TV)
        I'm going to work in the garden.

    Louise gives Chance a long look, then turns to leave.

             LOUISE
            (as she goes)
        ... I'll get you some eggs.

    Chance nods in approval, then changes the channel on the TV.

 INT. MAIN HOUSE - SERVANT'S STAIRWAY - MORNING

    An enclosed stairway. Chance enters, proceeds up the stairs.

 INT. MAIN HOUSE - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - MORNING

    Chance comes out of a doorway adjoining the main staircase.
    He moves off down the hall.

 INT. MAIN HOUSE - OLD MAN'S ROOM - MORNING

    The furniture in this room is not covered with sheets but the
    Old Man is. There is a polite knock at the door, then Chance
    enters the room. As Chance moves slowly to the Old Man's bed,
    we sense a feeling of respect from Chance, as well as a bit
    of curiosity. Chance stands by the side of the bed for a
    moment, then he reaches down and gently pulls the sheet back
    from the Old Man's face. He touches the man's forehead,
    lightly, briefly, then replaces the sheet. Chance moves to
    the TV (like the one in his own room) and turns it on. He
    sits in an easy chair next to the Old man's bed and watches a
    movie from the early forties. Chance puts an arm out, rests
    it on the Old Man's covered body. With the other, he changes
    the channels with the remote control.
    He returns to the channel with the forties movie and seems to
    become absorbed in a scene in which a gentleman tips his hat
    to a lady. The scene seems to have 'sunk into' his mind.

 EXT. GARDEN - MORNING

    It has stopped snowing. Chance, wearing a hat, the gardening
    apron over his suit and boots, putters in the garden. Louise
    comes out of the main house. She is dressed warmly, a scarf
    over her head, a heavy coat. Chance sees her, tips his hat to
    Louise exactly like the man he saw on television.

             LOUISE 
        ... Well, ain't you the gentleman
        this mornin'...
            (a pause)
        ... gotta go now, Chance...

             CHANCE 
            (resumes working)
        Yes.

             LOUISE 
        You're gonna need somebody,
        someone's gotta be around for you,
        boy... 
            (he keeps working)
        ... You oughta find yourself a
        lady, Chance... 
            (she smiles slightly, with
                caring)
        But I guess it oughta be an old
        lady, 'cause you ain't gonna do a
        young one any good, not with that
        little thing of yours... 
            (she reaches out, puts a
                hand on his shoulder)
        ... You're always gonna be a little
        boy, ain't you? 
            (he smiles, keeps working)
        ... Goodbye, Chance...

    Louise gives his shoulder a squeeze, turns and moves toward
    the house.

             CHANCE 
            (as she goes)
        Goodbye, Louise.

    Louise waves as she enters the townhouse. Chance tips his hat
    once again as she disappears.

 INT. MAIN HOUSE - FRONT HALLWAY - MORNING

    Louise enters the hallway, picks up a couple of suit cases
    waiting by the door. She stops as she sees TWO MEN in white
    carrying a stretcher down the main staircase. She notices the
    ease with which they bring the Old Man's body down the
    stairs.

             LOUISE 
        ... He used to be a big man...
        'Spose he wasted away to about
        nothin'... 
            (a beat - then she talks
                to the body of the old
                Man)
        ... I guess I'll be goin' off to
        find me some folks, Old Man... I'm
        not batty enough to stay around
        this neighborhood any longer...

    The stretcher bearers move to the front door. Louise steps in
    front of them.

             LOUISE (CONT'D)
            (to stretcher bearers)
        Wait up! I'm goin' out that door
        first.

    Louise takes one more look at the covered body, then opens
    the front door, leaves.

 INT. CHANCE'S ROOM - DAY

    The TV plays offstage as Chance washes up in the bathroom. He
    finishes, comes into the bedroom, takes a pair of house
    slippers from his closet, turns off the television and leaves
    the room.

 EXT. GARDEN - DAY

    Chance, carrying his slippers, crosses through the layer of
    fresh snow to the townhouse.

 INT. DINING ROOM - DAY

    Chance, wearing the slippers, enters and sits at his place.
    He turns on the TV, puts the napkin on his lap. He watches TV
    for a moment, then turns, looks for Louise. She does not
    appear so he resumes watching TV. He changes channels, views
    a wildly exciting FOOTBALL game. At a peak in the excitement,
    he again switches channels. Chance watches TV News coverage
    of the PRESIDENT of the United States greeting foreign
    dignitaries at the White House.
    CLOSE SHOTS on television reveal that the President uses a
    two-handed handshake when meeting his guests. Unconsciously,
    Chance grips one hand with the other, the scene on TV seeming
    to have 'sunk into' his mind.

 INT. TOWNHOUSE - FRONT HALLWAY - DAY

    A key is heard in the lock. The door opens and THOMAS
    FRANKLIN and SALLY HAYES enter. Franklin, an attorney, is in
    his late thirties, carries a large briefcase. Hayes is
    younger, attractive, also an attorney. She totes a briefcase,
    has the look of a modern, liberated woman. Hayes appears to
    be surprised at the interior of the house.

             HAYES
            (looks around)
        ... This is another world, Tom - I
        never would have believed it...

             FRANKLIN 
        Yeah... He and my father used to
        ride together back in the
        thirties... Fox hunting... Before I
        was born...

             HAYES 
        ... Would you take me on a tour?

             FRANKLIN 
        Gladly... 
            (he smiles)
        ... The safe is in Mr. Jennings'
        bedroom, that'll be stop number
        one.

    Franklin puts a hand on Hayes' shoulder as they,go off down
    the hall.

 INT. DINING ROOM - DAY

    Chance still watches TV, waits for Louise to serve him.
    Franklin and Hayes appear in the doorway of the dining room.
    They are both surprised to see Chance.

             FRANKLIN 
        ... Why... Hello, we thought we
        heard something... 
            (moves to Chance, hand
                outstretched)
        I'm Thomas Franklin.

    Chance remains seated, takes Franklin's hand warmly in both
    of his like the President did on TV.

             CHANCE 
        Hello, Thomas... I'm Chance, the
        gardener.

             FRANKLIN 
            (a beat)
        ... The gardener? 
            (thinks it's a joke,
                laughs)
        ... Yes, of course... Mr. Chance,
        this is Ms. Hayes.

    Hayes moves to shake Chance's hand.

             HAYES 
        Mr. Chance, I'm very pleased to
        meet you.

             CHANCE 
            (doesn't rise, again
                shakes with both hands)
        Yes.

    Chance turns back to the TV and Hayes and Franklin exchange
    looks.

             FRANKLIN 
            (after an uneasy pause)
        ... We're with Franklin, Jennings
        and Roberts, the law firm handling
        the estate.

             CHANCE 
            (a smile, totally at ease)
        Yes, Thomas - I understand.

    Another period of silence. Franklin and Hayes seem perplexed.

             FRANKLIN 
        ... Are you waiting for someone? An
        appointment?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I'm waiting for my lunch.

             FRANKLIN 
        Your lunch? You have a luncheon
        appointment here?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. Louise will bring me lunch.

             FRANKLIN 
        Louise?... The maid?...
            (a look to Hayes)
        But she should have left earlier
        today...

             CHANCE 
            (smiles at Hayes)
        I see...

             FRANKLIN
            (a beat)
        ... You've quite a sense of humor,
        Mr. Chance - but all kidding aside,
        may I ask just what you are doing
        here?

             CHANCE 
        I live here.

             FRANKLIN 
        You live here?
            (a look to Hayes)
        ... We don't have any record of
        that.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. It's very cold outside today,
        isn't it, Thomas?

             FRANKLIN 
            (a beat)
        ... How long have you been living
        here?

             CHANCE 
        Ever since I can remember, since I
        was a child.

             FRANKLIN 
            (doubting)
        Since you were a child?

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Thomas. I have always been
        here. I have always worked in the
        garden.

             HAYES 
        ... Then you really are a gardener?

             CHANCE 
        Yes.

             HAYES 
        Your appearance doesn't suggest
        that at all, Mr. Chance.

             CHANCE
        Oh. Thank you.

             FRANKLIN 
        Do you have any proof of your
        employment, Mr. Chance - any checks
        from the deceased, any contracts or
        documents?

             CHANCE 
        No.

             FRANKLIN 
        How were you compensated for these
        duties you say you performed?

             CHANCE 
        Compensated...?

             FRANKLIN 
        How were you paid?

             CHANCE
        I was given meals, and a home...

             HAYES 
        What about money?

             CHANCE 
        I never needed money.

    Franklin steps to the TV, turns it off.

             FRANKLIN 
        Mr. Chance, perhaps you could show
        us some identification with your
        address -- a Driver's License, a
        credit card, checkbook?

             CHANCE 
        No, I do not have any of those.

             FRANKLIN 
        Then how about medical records?
        Could you give us the name of your
        doctor, or your dentist?

             CHANCE 
        I have no need for a doctor or
        dentist. I have never been ill. I
        have never been allowed outside of
        this house, and, except for Joe, I
        have never had any visitors.

             FRANKLIN 
        ... Joe? Who's Joe?

             CHANCE 
            (turns TV back on)
        Joe Saracini. He was a mason that
        did some repairs on the brickwork
        at the rear of the house. That was
        in 1952.

             FRANKLIN 
     1952...?

             CHANCE 
            (changes channels)
        Yes. I remember when he came. He
        was very fat and had short hair and
        showed me some pictures from a
        funny little book.

             HAYES 
        Some pictures...?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. Of men and women.

             HAYES 
        ... Oh.

             FRANKLIN 
        Mr. Chance, that was twenty-seven
        years ago.

             CHANCE 
        Yes and the Old Man used to come to
        my garden. He would read and rest
        there.

             FRANKLIN 
        Come now, Mr. Jennings had been
        bedridden for thirty-five years,
        since he fractured his spine.

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Thomas, that is correct. Then
        he stopped visiting my garden.

             FRANKLIN 
            (a beat)
        ... We shall need some proof of
        your having resided here, Mr.
        Chance.

             CHANCE 
        You have me, I am here. What more
        proof do you need?

    Franklin and Hayes exchange looks.

 INT. TOWNHOUSE - REAR ENTRANCE/HALLWAY - AFTERNOON

    Chance puts on his snow-boots as Franklin and Hayes continue
    their questioning.

             FRANKLIN 
        Have you served in the Army?

             CHANCE 
        No, Thomas. But I have seen the
        Army on television.

             HAYES 
        How about taxes, Mr. Chance, surely
        you must have paid taxes?

             CHANCE 
        No.

    Chance picks up his slippers and leads the attorneys outside.

 EXT. GARDEN - AFTERNOON

    Chance describes his garden with pride as they walk toward
    the rear building.

             CHANCE
            (points)
        Those trees were very young when I
        first arrived.

             FRANKLIN 
        Are you related to the deceased,
        Mr. Chance?

             CHANCE 
        No, I don't think so. And I have
        planted and shaped all the hedges,
        and in the springtime you will be
        able to see my flowers.

             HAYES 
        Might you have a birth certificate,
        Mr. Chance?

             CHANCE 
        No.
            (points to wall)
        That's where Joe fixed the bricks.

    They arrive at the rear building and Chance opens the door to
    the garage. Franklin and Hayes follow him inside.

 INT. GARAGE - AFTERNOON

    Franklin and Hayes are taken aback by the touring car.

             FRANKLIN
            (admires car)
        ... Do you drive this, Mr. Chance?

             CHANCE 
        No, Thomas. I have never been in an
        automobile.

             HAYES
            (amazed)
        You never been in a car?

    Chance is silent for a moment, he blushes slightly.

             CHANCE 
        ... Well... From time to time I did
        sit in it... Just in here... It
        hasn't been outside since the Old
        Man hurt himself.
            (he turns)
        I live in here.

    Chance moves toward his room, Franklin and Hayes follow.

 INT. CHANCE'S ROOM - AFTERNOON

    Chance sits on the bed to remove his boots as Hayes and
    Franklin inspect the room.

             CHANCE 
        The Old Man gave me nice television
        sets, this one has remote control.
            (he turns it on with the
                remote)
        He has one just like it.

             FRANKLIN 
        Mr. Chance, the fact remains that
        we have no information of your
        having any connection with the
        deceased.

             CHANCE 
        Yes, I understand.

    Chance puts on his slippers, crosses to the closet, opens the
    door. It is filled with men's wear.

             CHANCE 
        I am allowed to go to the attic and
        select any of the Old Man's suits.
        They all fit me very well. I can
        also take his shirts, shoes and
        coats.

             HAYES 
        It is quite amazing how those
        clothes have come back into style.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I have seen styles on
        television.

             FRANKLIN
            (getting back to business)
        What are your plans now, Mr.
        Chance?

             CHANCE 
        I would like to stay and work in my
        garden.

    Chance turns to watch TV. Franklin takes Hayes to a side of
    the room.

             FRANKLIN 
            (quietly)
        ... What do you make of all this?

             HAYES 
        I really don't know, Tom - he seems
        so honest and simple... In a way,
        he's quite charming...

             FRANKLIN 
            (looks at Chance)
        ... Yeah...

             HAYES 
        ... It's very bizarre - I don't
        know what to think...

             FRANKLIN 
        Well... He's either very, very
        bright or very, very dense - he's
        hard to figure...
            (he unzips briefcase)
        ... Let's just keep everything
        legal.

    Franklin takes out some papers, approaches Chance.

             FRANKLIN 
        Mr. Chance, assuming what you say
        is the truth, I would like to know
        what sort of claim you are planning
        to make against the deceased's
        estate.

             CHANCE
            (does not understand)
        I'm fine, Thomas. The garden is a
        healthy one. There is no need for a
        claim.

             FRANKLIN 
        Good. That's good. Then if you
        would please sign a paper to that
        effect.

    Franklin hands the release to Chance but Chance does not take
    it.

             CHANCE 
        No, Thomas. I don't know how to
        sign.

             FRANKLIN 
        Come now, Mr. Chance.

             CHANCE 
            (smiles)
        I have no claim, Thomas.

             FRANKLIN 
        But you won't sign, correct?

             CHANCE 
        Correct.

             FRANKLIN 
        Very well, Mr. Chance - if you
        insist on dragging this matter
        on... But I must inform you this
        house will be closed tomorrow at
        noon. If indeed, you do reside
        here, you will have to move out.

             CHANCE 
        Move out? I don't understand,
        Thomas.

             FRANKLIN 
        I think you do, Mr. Chance.
        However, I will reiterate, this
        house is closed and you must
        leave...
            (he gives Chance his
                business card)
        Call me if you change your mind
        about signing.
            (turns to Hayes)
        C'mon, Sally - let's grab a bite...

             HAYES
            (a smile to Chance)
        Good day, Mr. Chance.

             CHANCE
            (returns smile)
        Good day, Sally.

    Chance watches as they leave, then puts Franklin's card on a
    desk without ever looking at it and turns to stare at
    television.

 INT. TOWNHOUSE - ATTIC - AFTERNOON

    A large attic filled with the Old Man's possessions of the
    past. Chance enters, turns on an old black-and-white TV with
    a magnifying lens attached to the front. As it plays, he
    selects a fine leather suitcase from several, takes a hand
    made suit from a long rack.

 INT. CHANCE'S ROOM - AFTERNOON

    The TV is on as Chance packs his belongings.

 EXT. GARDEN - AFTERNOON

    Chance, very nicely dressed, comes out of the rear building
    carrying his suitcase. He stops on occasion to inspect his
    garden as he walks toward the townhouse.

 INT. TOWNHOUSE - FRONT HALLWAY - AFTERNOON

    Chance is reluctant to open the front door. After some
    hesitation, he gathers up his courage, opens it and steps
    outside, closing the door behind him.

 EXT. FRONT OF TOWNHOUSE - AFTERNOON

    Chance stops short on the front steps; the townhouse is
    situated in a decaying ghetto.
    The snow is a dirty grey, houses adjoining have their windows
    shattered, are smeared with grafitti. Chance tries to return
    to the safety of the townhouse, but the door is locked. He
    stands on the steps for a moment, then moves to the trash
    laden sidewalk. He stops, ponders which way to go, finally
    makes up his mind and moves off to his left.

 EXT. GHETTO STREET - AFTERNOON

    The buildings are crumbling, rusted out cars line the street.
    A group of Black people huddle together in threadbare stuffed
    furniture on the sidewalk, a fire burning between them for
    warmth. Chance rounds the corner, walks up to them. He stands
    by them, smiles. They stare back, no sign of friendship in
    their faces. Chance nods politely to them, then walks away
    down the sidewalk.

 EXT. GHETTO STREET - WASHINGTON, D.C. - AFTERNOON

    A group of eight to ten hard-core ghetto youths hang out on a
    corner. Other passersby give them a wide berth, they are
    unapproachable. Chance nears the group, approaches.

             CHANCE
            (friendly)
        ... Excuse me, would you please
        tell me where I could find a garden
        to work in?

    They turn to him as one, silent, amazed that this White
    trespasser would intrude on their jiving.

             CHANCE (CONT'D)
            (after a beat)
        ... There is much to be done during
        the winter, I must start the seeds
        for the spring, I must work the
        soil...

    One of the Black youths, LOLO, interrupts Chance.

             LOLO 
        What you growin', man?

    The leader of the gang, ABBAZ, shuts up Lolo with an elbow
    and moves menacingly forward.

             ABBAZ 
            (nose to nose with Chance)
        ... What you doin' here, boy?

             CHANCE 
        I had to leave my garden. I want to
        find another.

             ABBAZ 
        Bullshit. Who sent you here, boy?
        Did that chickenshit asshole
        Raphael send you here, boy?

             CHANCE 
        No. Thomas Franklin told me that I
        had to leave the Old Man's house,
        he's dead now, you know...

             ABBAZ 
        Dead, my ass! Now get this, honkie -
        you go tell Raphael that I ain't
        takin' no jive from no Western
        Union messenger! You tell that
        asshole, if he got somethin' to
        tell me to get his ass here
        himself! 
            (edges closer to Chance)
        You got that, boy?

    Chance smiles at Abbaz and reaches into his pocket.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I understand. 
            (he takes out his remote
                control TV changer)
        If I see Raphael I will tell him.

    Chance points the changer at Abbaz and clicks it three times,
    tries to change the picture. Abbaz immediately pulls out a
    switchblade, whips the blade open.

             ABBAZ
            (holds knife at Chance)
        Now, move, honkie! Before I cut
        your white ass!

    Chance, disappointed that the changer did not work, returns
    it to his pocket.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. Of course.
            (as he leaves)
        Good day.

    Abbaz, Lolo and the gang watch him go, then begin to buzz
    with excitement: "Who the fuck died?" "Why'd he pull that
    changer on us, man?" "The Old Man died, must be Papa Joe!"
    "He's some weird honkie, man."

 EXT. CHINATOWN - WASHINGTON, D.C. - AFTERNOON

    A Bulletin board affixed to a storefront in Chinatown. Chance
    gazes at the notes pinned to it, written in Chinese. Smiling,
    he turns from it, walks on through the area.

 EXT. PORNO AREA - WASHINGTON, D.C. - AFTERNOON

    A street lined with adult book stores, X-rated movies and
    strip joints. An elderly Black woman approaches carrying a
    bag of groceries. Chance steps in front of the woman, stops
    her.

             CHANCE 
        I'm very hungry now. Would you
        please bring me my lunch?

    The woman looks up to Chance, becomes very frightened. She
    turns and half-runs into a sleazy bar for safety. Chance
    watches after her for a moment, then continues along.

 EXT. PARK - WASHINGTON, D.C. - AFTERNOON

    Chance stands looking through a chain-link fence watching
    some teenage boys playing basketball. He bangs on the fence,
    calls to them.

             CHANCE 
        I have seen your game! I have
        watched Elvin Hayes play it many
        times! They call him "Big E!"

    The boys ignore him, Chance walks away.

 EXT. WASHINGTON, D.C. STREET - LATE AFTERNOON

    Chance walks down the center meridian of a divided street. He
    seems oblivious to the automobiles passing on either side. In
    the background can be seen the Washington Monument.

 EXT. WASHINGTON, D.C. STREET - LATE AFTERNOON

    Chance seems stumped on which way to go. He looks up one
    street, then the other, has no idea where they lead. He
    turns, looks behind him and sees a large statue of Benito
    Juarez pointing. Chance smiles and goes off in the direction
    that Benito points.

 EXT. REAR OF THE WHITE HOUSE - DUSK

    Tourists are gathered around gaping through the fence at the
    White House.
    Chance is turned the other way, inspecting the branches of a
    dying tree. Chance moves to a POLICEMAN standing nearby.

             CHANCE 
        Excuse me...
            (points to tree)
        ... That tree is very sick. It
        should be cared for.

    The Policeman looks at the tree, then at Chance, figures a
    man dressed that well must be important.

             POLICEMAN 
        Yes sir. I'll report it right away.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. That would be a good thing to
        do. Good day.

             POLICEMAN
        Good day.

    The Policeman takes out his walkie-talkie as Chance walks
    away.

 EXT. BUSINESS DISTRICT - EVENING

    A fashionable area. Expensive shops, well-kept streets and
    sidewalks. A television store has caught Chance's eye. He
    stands by the display window, looks in at a dozen or so color
    TVs, all turned on, playing various channels. A video camera
    points outward from a corner of the window and is focused on
    the sidewalk to allow potential customers to see themselves
    live on an Advent TV. Chance is intrigued by his own image.
    He poses, lifts one arm, then the other to make sure that it
    is really him on television. He moves forward, smiles, then
    moves slowly backward, notices himself become smaller on the
    screen. He steps back off the curb, frowns as his likeness
    disappears from frame on the Advent. Standing between two
    parked cars, Chance takes out his remote control, clicks it
    at the Advent. Four or five other sets in the window change
    channels, but he does not reappear on the giant screen. As he
    does this, the car to his,left, a large, American-made
    limousine, backs up. The car bumps Chance, pins him against
    the car to his right. Chance cries out in pain, drops his
    suitcase, his changer, and bangs his hand on the trunk of the
    limo. The chauffeur, DAVID, and the liveryman, JEFFREY,
    immediately jump from the car, run back to Chance.

             DAVID
        I'm very sorry, sir... I...

    David and Jeffrey reach out to help, but Chance is wedged
    solidly between the two cars.

             CHANCE
            (in pain)
        ... I can't move... My leg...

             DAVID
            (rushes back to limo)
        ... My Lord...

             JEFFREY
        This is terrible, sir -  I hope
        you're not badly injured...

             CHANCE 
        No. I'm not badly injured. But my
        leg is very sore.

    David pulls the car forward, freeing Chance. A few bystanders
    begin to gather as Jeffrey helps Chance to the sidewalk.

             JEFFREY 
        Can you walk? It's not broken, is
        it?

             CHANCE
            (leans against limo, holds
                leg)
        It's very sore.

    David gets out of the car, comes back.

             DAVID 
        Perhaps I should call an ambulance.

    A BYSTANDER interrupts.

             BYSTANDER 
        Somebody ought to call the police!

             CHANCE 
            (looks over, smiles)
        There's no need for police, it's
        just my leg.

    During this, the rear door of the limo opens and EVE RAND
    steps out. Eve is in her late thirties, has the look of a
    traditional New England lady. She watches as Jeffrey tends to
    Chance.

             JEFFREY 
        I don't think we should call anyone
        just yet, it may not even be all
        that serious.

             CHANCE 
            (obviously hurting)
        I agree.

             JEFFREY 
        Let's have a look, do you mind?

             CHANCE 
        Of course. I would like to look.

    Chance bends, raises his trouser leg. A red-bluish swollen
    bruise, three inches in diameter, is forming on his calf.

             JEFFREY 
        It's starting to swell, is it
        painful?

             CHANCE 
        Yes.

    Eve moves closer to Chance, looks at the bruise.

             EVE
            (to Chance)
        ... Won't you let us do something
        for you? Your leg should be
        examined, we could take you to a
        hospital.

             CHANCE
            (smiles at Eve)
        There's no need for a hospital.

             EVE 
        Why, there certainly is. You must
        see a doctor, I insist on it.
        Please, let us take you.

    Eve turns to get back into the limo. David goes with her to
    hold the door.

             DAVID 
        I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Rand, I
        never saw the man.

             EVE 
        Oh, I don't think it was anyone's
        fault, David. 

             DAVID
        Thank you, ma'am.

    Chance is hesitant about getting in the car. Jeffrey offers a
    helping hand.

             JEFFREY
        Please, sir.

             CHANCE 
        I've never ridden in an automobile.

             JEFFREY 
            (a beat)
        I assure you, sir, David is a very
        careful driver. Please, won't you
        let us take you?

             CHANCE 
            (looks at the car, then
                decides)
        ... Yes. You can take me.

             JEFFREY 
        Very good.

    Jeffrey assists Chance into the rear seat of the limo.

             CHANCE 
            (as he gets in)
        ... My suitcase.

             JEFFREY 
        Yes sir. I'll take care of that.

    Jeffrey closes the door, goes back to pick up Chance's
    suitcase, does not notice the remote control. As Jeffrey puts
    Chance's bag into the trunk, we see the personalized license
    plate "RAND l."

 INT. LIMOUSINE - EVENING

    Chance and Eve settle in the back seat. As they talk, David
    starts up the limo, Jeffrey joins him in front and the limo
    pulls out into traffic.

             EVE 
        I hope you're comfortable.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I am.

             EVE 
        These can be such trying situations
        everyone seems to make such a to-do
        over a simple little accident. Of
        course, they can be very
        frightening, and I must apologize
        for David, he's never had an
        accident before.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. He's a very careful driver.

             EVE 
        ... Why, yes, he is... Is your leg
        feeling any better?

             CHANCE 
        It's feeling better, but it's still
        very sore.

             EVE 
        I see.
            (a thought)
        ... Say, would you mind seeing our
        family doctor?

             CHANCE
            (doesn't understand)
        Your family doctor?

             EVE 
        Yes. My husband has been very ill.
        His doctor and nurses are staying
        with us. Those hospitals can be so
        impersonal - why, it might be hours
        before you are treated...

             CHANCE
        I agree.

             EVE 
        Fine, it will save a lot of
        unnecessary fuss and it will be so
        much more pleasant for you...
            (leans forward)
        David, we'll just go on home.
        Jeffrey, would you call and let
        them know?

             JEFFREY 
        Yes ma'am.

    Eve presses a button, the glass partition closes. As the
    window rolls up behind him, Jeffrey dials the limo telephone.

    There is a moment of silence. Eve, still a bit on edge from
    the accident and feeling a bit uncomfortable with a stranger
    in the car, presses another button. The limo's bar moves out,
    revealing a row of decanters and glasses.

             EVE
        Would you care for a drink?

             CHANCE
        Yes. Thank you.

    As Eve pours cognac into a monogrammed crystal glass, Chance
    notices the limo's TV set.

             CHANCE (CONT'D)
        I would like to watch television.

             EVE
            (a bit surprised)
        Oh? Certainly...

    She hands Chance the cognac, turns on the TV.

             EVE (CONT'D)
        Oh, by the way - I'm Eve Rand.

             CHANCE
        Hello, Eve. 

    Chance takes a sip of the cognac, is not accustomed to
    alcohol, coughs. There is another moment of silence.

             EVE
        May I ask your name?

             CHANCE
            (with a slight cough)
        My name is Chance.

             EVE
        Pardon me, was that Mr. Chance?

             CHANCE
            (still indistinct)
        No. I'm a gardener.

             EVE
        Oh... Mr. Gardiner... Mr. Chauncey
        Gardiner... You're not related to
        Basil and Perdita Gardiner are you?

             CHANCE 
        No, Eve. I'm not related to Basil
        and Perdita.

             EVE 
        Oh. Well, they're just a wonderful
        couple, we've been friends for
        years. We visit their island quite
        often.

    Chance reaches out to change the channel on the TV, suddenly
    realizes he doesn't have his remote control. He starts going
    through his pockets, searches for it.

             EVE (CONT'D)
        Did you lose something?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I lost my remote control.

             EVE 
        Oh... Well, I'm very sorry...

    Another pause, Chance reaches out, changes channels on TV.

             EVE (CONT'D)
        ... I'll feel so relieved after Dr.
        Allenby examines your leg. After
        that, David can run you on home, or
        to your office or wherever you'd
        prefer... 
            (Chance still watches TV)
        ... Is there anything special you
        would like to watch?

             CHANCE 
        I like to watch. This is fine.

    Chance watches the news. Eve sips on her cognac as David
    eases the limo out of the city of Washington.

 EXT. HIGHWAY - WOODED AREA - NIGHT

    The limo approaches, then turns into the entrance-way of the
    Rand Estate. Two guards stand on either side of the open
    gate, salute as the car passes through.

 EXT. RAND DRIVE - NIGHT

    The drive runs alongside a stream, then turns and crosses a
    large meadow. The limousine passes, still no sign of the
    house. It is a very, very long driveway.

 INT. LIMOUSINE - NIGHT

    Chance is glued to the TV, switches channels, again watches
    the news. Eve takes his fascination with television as a sign
    of intelligence.

             EVE 
        I can see that it must be very
        important for you to stay informed
        of all the latest events.

             CHANCE 
        Yes.

             EVE 
        I admire that in a person. As for
        myself, I find there is so much to
        assimilate that it can become quite
        muddling at times...

    Chance nods, changes the channel, watches a Mighty Mouse
    cartoon. Eve looks at him perplexed, then takes it for a joke
    and smiles.

 EXT. RAND MANSION - NIGHT

    Two uniformed valets, WILSON and PERKINS, await the
    limousines by the front door of the Rand mansion. Wilson
    stands behind a wheelchair. As the limo parks, Perkins and
    Jeffrey assist Chance into the chair. Wilson turns to Eve as
    she gets out of the limo.

             WILSON 
        Good evening, Mrs. Rand.

             EVE 
        Good evening, Wilson.

             WILSON 
        I shall take the gentleman to the
        third floor guest suite, ma'am. Dr.
        Allenby is standing by.

             EVE 
        Thank you, Wilson. That will be
        fine.

    Perkins and Jeffrey carry Chance in the chair up the steps
    and into the house. Eve and Wilson follow.

 INT. RAND MANSION - FRONT HALLWAY - NIGHT

    Once inside the house, Wilson takes over wheeling Chance. A
    lady, GRETA, is waiting to take Eve's coat.

             EVE 
        Thank you, Greta.
            (to Wilson)
        I'll be with Mr. Rand if I'm
        needed.

             WILSON 
        Yes, ma'am.

             EVE
            (to Chance)
        I'll see you after the doctor has a
        look at your leg, Mr. Gardiner.

             CHANCE
            (looking around mansion)
        Yes, I think he should examine my
        leg.

    Eve watches as Wilson wheels Chance around a corner.

 INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT

    The doors open, Wilson pushes Chance into the elevator. As
    Wilson pushes a button and the doors close on them, a strange
    look comes over Chance's face.

             CHANCE
            (looks to Wilson)
        ... I've never been in one of
        these.

    Wilson thinks that Chance is talking about the wheelchair.

             WILSON
        It's one of Mr. Rand's. Since he's
        been ill...

    Chance looks around the elevator.

             CHANCE 
        Does it have a television?

             WILSON 
            (laughs)
        No - but Mr. Rand does have one
        with an electric motor, that way he
        can get around by himself.

             CHANCE 
        I see.

    Chance again checks out the elevator.

             CHANCE (CONT'D)
        How long do we stay in here?

             WILSON 
        How long? I don't know, see what
        the doctor says ...

    The elevator stops on the third floor.

 INT. RAND MANSION - HALLWAY - NIGHT

    A hallway adjoining a large, glass-enclosed room. Eve passes
    through the hall, enters the room.

 INT. BENJAMIN RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

    Eve enters into a hermetically sealed area, set up with all
    the latest hospital emergency gear; oxygen, EKG machine, X
    ray machine, transfusion equipment, sterilizers, etc.
    BENJAMIN RAND, wearing a silk bathrobe, lies in a king-sized
    bed in the center of the room. A nurse, CONSTANCE, is
    attending to her duties in the room, looks up as Eve comes
    in.

             CONSTANCE 
        Good evening, Mrs. Rand.

 EVE 

    Good evening, Constance.

    Ben Rand perks up as he sees Eve crossing to him. He is in
    his sixties, maintains an inner strength and dignity despite
    the sapping effects of his illness.

             RAND
        (with weakness) 
        ... Eve...

    Eve kisses him, holds his hand.

             EVE 
        Oh, Ben - I miss you so when I'm
        out... How are you feeling?

             RAND 
        Tired... And I'm getting tired of
        being so tired. Other than that,
        I'm doing very well.

             EVE 
        No headaches?

             RAND 
        No, it's been a good day - better
        than yours, from what I've been
        told.

             EVE
            (holds his hand against
                her cheek)
        You heard?

             RAND 
        I may be a shut-in, but I do not
        lack for news. I'm sorry you had to
        go through all that.

             EVE 
        Oh, it wasn't all that bad,
        darling. We were fortunate that Mr.
        Gardiner turned out to be so
        reasonable.

             RAND 
        Reasonable? Good, I'd like to meet
        a reasonable man. Why don't you ask
        this Gardiner to join us for
        dinner?

             EVE 
            (sits on the side of the
                bed)
        Do you feel well enough for that?

             RAND 
            (smiles)
        Hah!... Tell me the truth, Eve - if
        I wait until I feel better, will I
        ever meet the man?

    There is silence from Eve. Rand squeezes her hand, turns to
    Constance.

             RAND (CONT'D)
        Constance! I want new blood
        tonight, I'm getting up for dinner.

             CONSTANCE 
        But, Mr. Rand...

             RAND 
        Don't argue, tell Robert I want new
        blood!
            (turns to Eve)
        ... Ask him to dinner.

    Rand pulls Eve's hand close, kisses it.

 INT. EAST WING GUEST SUITE - NIGHT

    An enormous bedroom, filled with 18th Century antique
    furniture. DR. ROBERT ALLENBY dabs Chance's ass with a piece
    of cotton soaked in alcohol, prior to an injection. Chance
    stands with his pants to the floor, looks to the television
    which is not turned on.

             ALLENBY 
        The injection will ease the pain
        and swelling, Mr. Gardiner.

             CHANCE 
        I understand. I've seen it done
        before.

             ALLENBY 
        Now, you'll barely feel this. It
        won't hurt at all.

    Allenby administers the injection, Chance reacts from the
    pain.

             CHANCE 
        You were wrong, it did hurt.

             ALLENBY 
            (a chuckle)
        But not for long...

    As Allenby puts a band-aid on Chance's ass, Chance spots a
    remote control for the TV on the bedside table. He reaches
    out, picks it up.

             ALLENBY (CONT'D)
        It's good that there was no
        apparent damage to the bone.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I think so, too.

             ALLENBY 
        However, with injuries such as
        this, I have run into minor
        hemorrhaging, which really isn't
        too serious at the time, but can
        cause secondary problems if not
        looked after.

             CHANCE 
        I see.

    Chance turns on the TV.

             ALLENBY 
            (a look to the TV, then to
                Chance)
        You can pull your trousers up, now.

             CHANCE
        Oh, fine. 

             ALLENBY
            (as Chance pulls up pants)
        Just to take the proper
        precautions, Mr. Gardiner, I'd
        recommend we take you downstairs
        and X-ray your leg.
            (no reaction from Chance,
                Allenby takes a long look
                at him)
        ... By the way, Mr. Gardiner, I
        would like to ask you something
        straight out.

             CHANCE
            (doesn't understand)
        ... Straight out?

             ALLENBY 
        Yes. Are you planning on making any
        sort of claim against the Rand's?

             CHANCE 
            (after a beat)
        Claim...? ... Oh, claim, that's
        what Thomas asked me.

             ALLENBY 
        Thomas? Who's Thomas?

             CHANCE 
        Thomas Franklin, an attorney.

             ALLENBY 
        An attorney?

             CHANCE 
            (turns back to TV)
        Yes.

             ALLENBY
            (suddenly very cold)
        Then you wish to handle this matter
        through your attorneys?

             CHANCE 
        There's no need for a claim, the
        garden is a healthy one.

             ALLENBY
            (gives Chance a look)
        Oh, I see...
            (warms up)
        ... Well, then... You're a very
        funny man, Mr. Gardiner. You caught
        me off guard, I must admit...

             CHANCE
            (changes channels, sits on
                bed)
        Thank you.

             ALLENBY 
        Good, keep your weight off that
        leg, Mr. Gardiner. In fact, it
        would be best if you could stay
        here for a day or two, if that
        would be would be possible. Since
        Benjamin became ill we have our own
        hospital downstairs. I can promise
        you the finest in care, unless, of
        course, you would prefer to go
        elsewhere.

             CHANCE 
        Yes, I could stay here. Thank you.

             ALLENBY 
        Fine. Would you like me to speak to
        your personal physician?

             CHANCE 
        No.

    Allenby waits for Chance to say more, he does not. Finally,
    Allenby picks up his bag, heads for the door.

             ALLENBY
            (stops by door)
        I'll send Wilson up to take you for
        X-rays, Mr. Gardiner. Feel free to
        use the telephone, and please let
        me know if you have any discomfort.

             CHANCE
            (clicking changer)
        Yes, I will.

    Allenby gives him a look, then leaves. Chance watches an old
    movie of a man lighting a cigar. The man enjoys the cigar,
    blows out smoke. The scene seems to 'sink into' Chance's
    mind.

 EXT. MANSION - PATIO - NIGHT

    Eve sits next to a roaring patio fireplace with a steaming
    cup of tea. Allenby comes outside, joins her.

             ALLENBY 
        Good God, Eve - you'll freeze out
        here.

             EVE 
        I wanted some fresh air, Robert.
        How is Mr. Gardiner?

             ALLENBY 
        A rather large contusion, but I
        don't feel there is any serious
        damage. I'd like to keep an eye on
        him, though - I suggested that he
        stay here for a couple of days.

             EVE 
        Stay here? Is that necessary?

             ALLENBY 
        Not necessary, but preferable. I
        don't think he'll be a bother, he
        seems like a most refreshing sort
        of man.

             EVE 
        Yes, he is different... Not the
        kind of person one usually meets in
        Washington.

             ALLENBY 
        How true. Mr. Gardiner may be a
        welcome change of pace.

             EVE 
        He's very intense, and internal,
        don't you think?

             ALLENBY 
        At times, yes. But that's not an
        uncommon reaction to such an
        accident. Actually, I found him to
        have quite a sense of humor.

             EVE 
        Good. It might be pleasant for a
        couple of days. 
            (Eve puts down her tea)
        ... Robert... Is there any
        improvement...?

             ALLENBY 
        No, Eve... I'm sorry.

    Eve is silent for a moment, looks out to the darkness.

             EVE 
        ... Sometimes when I see Ben I
        could swear that he's getting
        stronger... Something that he might
        say, the way he moves, or a look in
        his eyes - makes me feel that this
        is all a nightmare and that he'll
        be better soon... It's just so hard
        to believe what's really
        happening...

    Allenby reaches out, holds Eve's hand.

 INT. RAND MANSION - FIRST FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT

    The elevator door opens, Wilson guides Chance in the
    wheelchair into the hallway.

             CHANCE 
            (looks back to elevator)
        ... That is a very small room.

             WILSON 
            (laughs)
        Yes sir, I guess that's true
        smallest room in the house.

             CHANCE 
            (glancing around)
        Yes. It seems to be.

    Wilson takes this as another joke, chuckles as he wheels
    Chance toward Rand's hospital room.

 INT. RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

    CONSTANCE and another nurse, TERESA, stand by as Rand is
    being given a transfusion. Rand lifts his head as Wilson
    wheels Chance into the room.

             RAND
        Welcome to Rand Memorial Hospital,
        Mr. Gardiner.

             CHANCE
            (looks around room)
        ... I see.

    Wilson pushes Chance to the X-Ray machine, where the
    technician, BILLINGS, a Black man, waits. As Wilson and
    Billings help Chance onto the X-Ray table, Chance's face
    brightens up.

             CHANCE (CONT'D)
        I feel very good in here.

             RAND
        Sure you do. This ward is air
        tight, I have a little extra oxygen
        pumped in, keeps my spirits up.

             CHANCE
        Yes. I like that very much.

             BILLINGS
            (lining up Chance's leg)
        This won't take long, Mr. Gardiner.
        Please hold still when I ask.

    Chance stares at Billings, reacts to him being Black.

             CHANCE
            (to Billings)
        Do you know Raphael?

             BILLINGS
        No sir, I don't believe I do.

             CHANCE 
        Oh. I have a message for him.

             BILLINGS
        Yes, sir.

             CHANCE
        A Black man gave me the message.

             BILLINGS 
        Well, I still don't believe I know
        the man, Mr. Gardiner. Now, hold
        still.

    Rand looks over as Billings takes the X-Ray.

             RAND 
        Aplastic anemia, Mr. Gardiner -
        aplastic anemia.

    Chance smiles to Rand.

             RAND (CONT'D)
        Failure of the bone marrow to
        produce red blood cells... Not a
        damn thing they can do about it.
        Oh, they can make me comfortable,
        prolong my life with steroid
        therapy and transfusions... And
        what makes my blood boil, what
        little I have left, that is, Mr.
        Gardiner - is that it's generally a
        young person's disease... Here I
        am, getting on in years and about
        to die of a young person's
        disease...

             CHANCE 
            (still smiles at Rand)
        Yes. You look very sick.

             BILLINGS 
        Hold still, please, Mr. Gardiner.

             RAND 
            (a laugh)
        I am very sick, and, as you can see
        by all this paraphernalia, I am
        very wealthy. I think I would
        rather be wealthy and sick than
        poor and sick.

             CHANCE 
            (looks around the room)
        I understand. I've never seen
        anything like this on television.

             BILLINGS 
        Please, hold still, Mr. Gardiner.

             CONSTANCE 
        You too, Mr. Rand, you must stay
        quiet.

    Rand lays his head back.

             RAND 
        ... We're prisoners, Mr. Gardiner -
        we're prisoners of tubes and
        technology.

             CHANCE 
        I agree.

             RAND 
            (flat on his back)
        ... You will join us for dinner,
        won't you, Mr. Gardiner?

             CHANCE 
            (also flat on his back)
        Yes. I am very hungry.

             RAND 
        ... So am I, my boy - so am I.

 INT. RAND DINING ROOM - NIGHT

    THURMAND, a waiter, and MARIANNE, a waitress, enter into the
    Rand dining room carrying trays of food. The dining room is
    immense, a 70-foot ceiling, huge fireplace. Allenby, Eve,
    Rand, and Chance (both in wheelchairs) sit around the table.
    Rand speaks slowly, with obvious weakness.

             RAND
        I know exactly what you mean. Today
        the businessman is at the mercy of
        kid-lawyers from the SEC. All they
        want to do is regulate our natural
        growth! It's happening across the
        country!

             ALLENBY 
        To everyone, I'm afraid. The
        Government controls are so
        restricting that the Medical
        Profession, as we know it, is being
        legislated out of existence.

             RAND 
        Of course! By kid-lawyers!

    Eve turns to Chance.

             EVE 
        Won't your injury prevent you from
        attending to business, Mr.
        Gardiner?

             CHANCE 
        No. It won't do that.

             EVE 
        ... Would you like us to notify
        anyone for you?

             CHANCE 
        No. The Old Man died and Louise
        left.

    There is a moment of silence.

             EVE 
        Oh. I'm very sorry. Well, if you
        have any need for any of our
        facilities, please do not hesitate
        to ask.

             RAND 
        Do you need a secretary?

             CHANCE 
        No, thank you. My house has been
        closed.

             RAND 
        Oh. When you say 'Your house has
        been closed', you mean to say that
        your business was shut down?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. Shut down and locked by the
        attorneys.

             RAND 
        What'd I tell you? Kid-lawyers! The
        S.E.C.! Damn them!

             EVE 
        I hope that staying here won't be
        an inconvenience for you.

             CHANCE 
        No. I like it here.

             RAND 
        That's good, Mr. Gardiner. Or may I
        call you Chauncey?

             CHANCE 
            (agreeable to being called
                Chauncey)
        Yes. Chauncey is fine.

             RAND 
        And I'm Ben.

             ALLENBY 
            (smiles to Chance)
        ... And please call me Robert.

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Robert. I will.

             RAND 
        So tell me, Chauncey, what are your
        plans now?

    Chance looks around the room. 

             CHANCE 
        Does this house have a garden?

    Allenby gives Chance a look.

             RAND 
        Do we have a garden? Hah! Tomorrow,
        Chauncey, you will see our gardens.

             CHANCE 
        I see. I would like to work in your
        garden.

             EVE 
            (laughs)
        Oh, I know exactly what you mean. I
        sometimes enjoy puttering around
        myself, such a pleasant way to
        forget one's troubles.

             CHANCE 
        I am a very good gardener.

             RAND 
        A gardener! Well put, Chauncey
        excellent! Isn't that what a
        businessman is? A gardener? A
        person that makes flinty soil
        productive with the labor of his
        own hands, who waters it with the
        sweat from his own brow, and who
        creates a place of value for his
        family and community? Yes,
        Chauncey, what a brilliant metaphor
        -- yes, indeed, a productive
        businessman is a laborer in his own
        vineyard.

             CHANCE 
        Thank you, Ben. The garden that I
        left was such a place. Everything
        which grew there was with the labor
        of my own hands. I planted seeds
        and watered them and watched
        everything grow.

             RAND 
            (weakly)
        Bravo!

             CHANCE 
        But I don't have that any more...
            (points to ceiling)
        ... All that's left for me now is
        the room upstairs.

             RAND 
        Now, wait a minute, Chauncey you
        are young, you are healthy, for
        God's sake don't give up on
        yourself! You have to fight! You
        can't let those bastards keep you
        down! I don't want to hear any more
        from you about the 'Room Upstairs'.
        That's where I'm going soon.

    There is a long pause. Chance looks up, then smiles at Rand.

             CHANCE 
        It's a very pleasant room, Ben.

             RAND 
            (laughs)
        Yes, I'm sure it is. That's what
        they say, anyway.

    Another period of silence. The servants bustle around the
    room as Allenby studies Chance.

 INT. RAND'S POOL ROOM - NIGHT

    Allenby opens the door. Rand enters in his electric
    wheelchair followed by Chance being pushed by Wilson.

             RAND 
        ... I don't know what you've heard
        about me, Chauncey, but I'm sure
        you know everything there is to
        know. Cigar?

    Rand holds out humidor to Chance.

             CHANCE 
        Yes, thank you.
            (takes cigar)
        No Ben. I don't know everything
        about you.

    Rand smiles as he takes a cigar for himself.

             RAND 
        ... No, of course you don't. Excuse
        me for being so presumptuous. No
        man knows everything about another
        man - however, very few are honest
        enough to admit it.

             ALLENBY 
        That is so true. You're different,
        Chauncey... Quite different than
        most men.

             CHANCE 
        Thank you, Robert.

    Rand lights his own cigar, then hands an ornate lighter to
    Chance.

             RAND 
            (picks up pool cue, weakly
                strokes the balls)
        ... You know, Chauncey, there are
        thousands of American businessmen,
        large and small, that share your
        plight. I've been concerned with
        the situation for some time now.

    Chance, not knowing to bite off the tip, tries to light the
    cigar like the man on TV. It will not light.

             RAND (CONT'D)
        So I've been thinking about
        beginning a financial assistance
        program, Chauncey, to help out
        American businessmen that have been
        harassed by inflation, excessive
        taxation, unions and other
        indecencies...

    Allenby watches Chance trying to light the cigar as Rand
    speaks on, shooting pool as he talks.

             RAND 
        ... I'd like to offer the decent
        'Gardeners' of the business
        community a helping hand. After
        all, they are our strongest defense
        against the pollutants who so
        threaten our basic freedoms and the
        well-being of our middle class.
        Tell me, would you have any
        thoughts on such a program?

    Chance puts the unlit cigar in the ashtray, smiles at
    Allenby, then answers Rand.

             CHANCE 
        No, Ben.

             RAND 
            (a smile)
        Reluctant to speak, eh, Chauncey?
        Well, I can understand that. When a
        man loses everything, anger has a
        tendency to block out reason for a
        time. Just give it some thought,
        work with the idea, I'm sure you'll
        have plenty to say in a few days.

             CHANCE 
        I could give it some thought, Ben,
        but my leg is very sore.

             RAND 
        ... Oh?
            (looks to Allenby)
        Robert, take a look, would you?

             ALLENBY 
        Some pain is to be expected... 
            (bends to Chance, looks at
                leg)
        ... And I think what would be best
        for the two of you is a good
        night's rest. 
            (checks watch)
        ... It's late, I'm afraid it's time
        for my patients to prepare for bed.

             RAND 
            (puts down pool cue)
        We have common foes, Chauncey - kid
        lawyers and our physician!

             CHANCE 
        I agree.

    Allenby laughs as he takes Rand's cigar from him, snuffs it
    in the ashtray.

 INT. MANSION - ELEVATOR - NIGHT

    Wilson stands behind Chance in the wheelchair. Chance glances
    slowly and inquisitively around the elevator. When his eyes
    meet Wilson's, the valet breaks out in laughter.

             WILSON
            (laughing, trying to
                apologize) 
        ... Sorry, sir - I just couldn't
        contain myself... I knew you were
        going to come out with another one
        of your jests about the elevator...
        Excuse me, sir...

    The elevator stops, the door opens.

 INT. MANSION - THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT

    Wilson wheels Chance out of the elevator.

             CHANCE
            (looks back as the door
                closes)
        ... Hmmm... Elevator.

             WILSON
            (laughs again)
        ... Yes sir - elevator!

    Wilson stops laughing, becomes the stone-faced servant once
    again as he notices Eve coming out of her bedroom. Wilson
    stops wheeling Chance, stands stiffly at attention as Eve and
    Chance talk.

             EVE 
        Chauncey, I wanted to tell you how
        dreadful I feel about the accident
        today, but that I'm delighted that
        you are staying with us.

             CHANCE 
        Thank you, Eve - I like this house
        very much.

             EVE 
        ... And Ben is just mad about you -
        you've lifted his spirits so - it's
        just... Well, it's just a real
        pleasure having you with us.

             CHANCE 
        Ben is very ill, Eve - I've seen
        that before.

             EVE 
        Yes... I know, Chauncey.

             CHANCE 
        I like Ben very much... He reminds
        me of the Old Man...

             EVE 
        He does...?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. Are you going to leave and
        close the house when he dies?

    Eve is not prepared for such a question.

             EVE 
        ... Why... No, I don't think so...

             CHANCE 
        That's good.

    Chance smiles at Eve and there is a moment of silence before
    Eve steps back into her bedroom.

             EVE
        ... Good night, Chauncey.

             CHANCE
        Good night, Eve.

    Eve closes the door. Wilson wheels Chance down the hallway
    toward the guest room.

 EXT. FRONT OF RAND MANSION - MORNING

    Eve comes out of the house, Jeffrey holds the door for her as
    she gets into "RAND l." Jeffrey gets in and the limo pulls
    away. Chance comes out of the front door, walking with a
    limp. His first view of the Rand grounds in the daylight, he
    is taken by the extent of the greenery. An attendant, LEWIS,
    hurries to Chance.

             LEWIS 
        Did you want a car, sir?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I would like a car.

             LEWIS 
        Yes, sir.

    Lewis goes to his post, picks up a phone. As Chance looks at
    the surroundings, Allenby and Wilson, with Chance's
    wheelchair, come out of the house.

             ALLENBY 
            (frowns as he sees Chance
                walking)
        Chauncey, there you are. What are
        you doing on that leg?

             CHANCE 
        It's fine today, Robert.

             ALLENBY 
        Shame on you, Chauncey - you should
        let me be the judge of that.
            (motions to Wilson)
        Please, sit in the chair.

    Wilson pushes the wheelchair to Chance, he sits.

             ALLENBY (CONT'D)
            (checks leg)
        I swear, Chauncey, between you and
        Benjamin, I've got my hands full... 
            (looks at calf)
        ... Say, that is coming along, the
        swelling has gone down
        considerably...
            (pokes a spot)
        ... Any pain here?

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Robert. But it's not bad.

    A limousine pulls up to the front of the mansion, waits for
    Chance.

             ALLENBY 
            (continues examining)
        ... Benjamin has been hounding me
        to allow him to address the annual
        meeting of his Financial Institute
        today, but obviously, the strain
        would be impossible... How about
        here, Chauncey, any soreness?

             CHANCE 
        Hardly any, Robert.

    Lewis, the attendant, interrupts.

             LEWIS 
        Your limousine, sir.

             CHANCE 
        Oh, thank you.

             ALLENBY 
            (reacting to limo)
        ... Were you going somewhere?

             CHANCE 
        No, Robert.

             ALLENBY 
            (a beat)
        ... Oh. 
            (checks leg)
        ... My God, I only wish that
        Benjamin had your recuperative
        powers... Anyway, the President
        offered to sit in for Ben at the
        meeting, quite a nice gesture, I
        felt. He's due here soon, I
        believe.

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Robert. I know about the
        President.

             ALLENBY 
            (mildly surprised)
        ... Oh? You've heard?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. Ben called me. He wants me to
        meet the President.

             ALLENBY 
            (stands)
        He does, does he?

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Ben told me to be in his room
        at ten o'clock.

             ALLENBY 
        Why, that's terrific, Chauncey.

             CHANCE 
        How do I know when it's ten
        o'clock?

    A long look from Allenby, then he looks at his watch.

             ALLENBY 
        ... It's five of, you'd best get on
        in there.

             CHANCE 
        Thank you, Robert.

    Wilson begins to push Chance.

             CHANCE (CONT'D)
        I would like to walk today.

             ALLENBY
        Hell yes - walk. You're meeting the
        President, aren't you?

             CHANCE
            (gets out of chair)
        Oh, really?

    Allenby, a bit puzzled, watches as Chance goes into the
    house.

 INT. RAND MANSION - HALLWAY - MORNING

    Chance limps aimlessly through a hallway. He stops, admires a
    large tapestry on the wall. A servant, SMYTHE, notices Chance
    appears confused, approaches him.

             SMYTHE
        May I help you, Mr. Gardiner?

             CHANCE
            (with a smile)
        Yes. I would like to go to Rand
        Memorial Hospital.

             SMYTHE
            (a pause)
        ... Sir?

             CHANCE
        Yes.

    There is another long pause.

             SMYTHE
        ... Did you wish to see someone,
        sir?

             CHANCE
        Yes, I would like to see Ben.

             SMYTHE
        Oh, Mr. Rand, of course. Right this
        way, sir.

    Chance follows Smythe down the hall.

 INT. RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - MORNING

    Rand is in an easy chair, dressed for his meeting with the
    President. The two nurses are working at the disinfecting
    table. Rand smiles as Chance is shown into the room by
    Smythe.

             RAND 
        Chauncey, up and around this
        morning, are you?

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Ben. My leg is not very sore.

             RAND 
        Well, that's good news, my boy.

             CHANCE 
        You're looking much better today,
        Ben.

             RAND 
        Hah! It's all make-up, Chauncey...
        I asked nurse Teresa to fix me up,
        I didn't want the President to
        think I was going to die during our
        talk.

             CHANCE 
        I understand.

             RAND 
        No one likes a dying man, my boy -
        because few know what death is. All
        we know is the terror of it. But
        you're an exception, Chauncey -
        that's what I admire in you, your
        marvelous balance. You don't
        stagger back and forth between fear
        and hope - you're a truly peaceful
        man.

             CHANCE 
        Thank you, Ben. 
            (looks at Rand closely)
        ... The nurse did a very good job,
        Ben.

    The nurses turn, look at Chance.

 EXT. FRONT RAND MANSION - MORNING

    Wilson is at the head of eight servants lined up on the front
    steps. Two black PLYMOUTH SEDANS pull up and park. EIGHT MEN
    in grey business suits get out. One of them, WOLTZ, goes
    directly to Wilson.

             WOLTZ 
        Good morning, Mr. Wilson.

             WILSON 
        Good morning, Mr. Woltz, nice to
        see you again.

             WOLTZ 
        Thank you. How have you been?

             WILSON 
        Fine, thank you.
            (hands Woltz paper)
        We have an additional guest with us
        today, Mr. Chauncey Gardiner.

             WOLTZ
            (reads list)
        I see...
            (turns to other men)
        Okay, let's go to work.

    The eight servants pair up with the eight men in suits and go
    into the house.

 INT. RAND MANSION - THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - MORNING

    Allenby gets off the elevator, stands and thinks for a
    moment, then heads off down the hallway in the direction of
    Chance's room.

 INT. RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - MORNING

    Chance watches television as Rand speaks.

             RAND 
        Yes, when I was younger I had
        thoughts about public office... But
        I found, Chauncey - that I was able
        to contribute more as a private
        citizen... of course, my wealth
        provided me with considerable
        influence, but I've tried, believe
        me, not to misuse that power...
        It's extremely important, Chauncey,
        when one is in a position of
        eminence, that he does not allow
        himself to become blinded to the
        needs of the country... The
        temptations are strong, and I've
        been labeled a 'kingmaker' by many,
        but I have tried to stay open to
        voices of the people... I have
        tried to remain honest to myself...

             CHANCE
            (changing channels)
        I see, Ben.

             RAND 
        ... Maybe one day you shall find
        yourself in a similar position,
        Chauncey... Maybe one day...

 EXT. FRONT RAND MANSION - MORNING

    Two black limousines followed by a station wagon with small
    holes in the side pull up in front of the mansion. As men
    from the first limousine and the station wagon jump out and
    take positions around the driveway, Lewis hurries to his
    post, picks up his phone.

 INT. RAND MANSION - MRS. AUBREY'S OFFICE - MORNING

    The nerve center of the Rand Enterprises since he has become
    ill. Four or five desks, all the latest electronic office
    equipment, three TV's with video taping facilities, countless
    telephones. MRS. AUBREY, Rand's senior secretary, is at her
    desk, answers her phone.

             MRS. AUBREY
            (into phone)
        Yes... Oh, very good, Lewis, thank
        you.

    Mrs. Aubrey hangs up, picks up another phone, pushes a
    button.

 INT. RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - MORNING

    Rand smiles at Chance as the phone rings.

             RAND 
        He's here.
            (into phone)
        Yes, Mrs. Aubrey?
            (listens)
        Fine. Show the President to the
        library, we'll be along in a few
        minutes.

    Rand hangs up the phone, turns to Chance with a twinkle in
    his eyes.

             RAND (CONT'D)
        It's an old habit that goes along
        with power -- keep them waiting...

    Teresa brings Rand's wheelchair to him.

             RAND (CONT'D)
            (stands, very weak)
        Not now, Teresa. I'm seeing the
        President on my own two feet.

             TERESA 
        But, Mr. Rand...

             RAND 
            (puts an arm around Chance
                for support)
        Shall we go, Chauncey?

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Ben. That's a good idea.

    Rand walks slowly, clings to the limping Chance tightly as
    they leave the room.

 EXT. HALLWAY - MORNING

    Secret Service Men are seen in the background as Rand stops
    outside Mrs. Aubrey's office, leans in.

             RAND 
        Mrs. Aubrey, have you received the
        papers on the Caracas agreement?

             MRS. AUBREY
        Yes, sir. They're ready for you to
        sign.

             RAND
        Excellent. 
            (turns to Chance)
        A good woman, Mrs. Aubrey.

             CHANCE 
            (seeing her for first
                time)
        I agree, Ben.

    They shuffle off down the hallway. Chance smiles at the
    Secret Service men that they pass.

 INT. RAND MANSION - HALLWAY BY LIBRARY - MORNING

    Woltz and Wilson wait by the library door. Woltz takes a
    small metal detector from his pocket as Rand and Chance
    approach.

             WOLTZ
        Good morning, Mr. Rand.

             RAND
        Woltz, how have you been?

             WOLTZ 
            (passes detector over
                Rand's body)
        Just fine, thank you, sir. 
            (turns to Chance)
        And you must be Mr. Gardiner.

             CHANCE
        Yes.

             WOLTZ 
            (passes detector over
                Chance)
        Just a formality, Mr. Gardiner.

             CHANCE 
            (as he finishes)
        Thank you very much.

    Wilson knocks lightly, then opens the library door, Rand and
    Chance enter.

 INT. RAND LIBRARY - MORNING

    Rand and Chance come into the Library and the President goes
    to Rand with both hands outstretched.

             PRESIDENT 
        Ben!

             RAND 
            (very weak)
        ... Mr. President, how good to see
        you.

             PRESIDENT 
        It's so good to see you too, Ben,
        you look terrific!

             RAND 
            (barely able to stand)
        I'm not convinced of that, Mr.
        President, but your visit has
        raised my spirits...

             PRESIDENT 
        Well, I'm delighted to be here, my
        friend. I've missed you. 
            (guides Rand to chair)
        Here, sit down, get off your feet.

    As Rand sinks into the chair, Chance approaches the President
    with both hands outstretched.

             CHANCE 
        Good morning, Mr. President.

             PRESIDENT 
            (smiling)
        ... Hello.

    Chance and the President exchange a two-handed handshake.
    Rand, still weak from standing, catches his breath and
    introduces Chance.

             RAND 
        Mr. President, I'd like you to meet
        my dear friend, Mr. Chauncey
        Gardiner.

             PRESIDENT 
        Mr. Gardiner, my pleasure.

             CHANCE 
        You look much taller on television,
        Mr. President.

             PRESIDENT 
            (a beat)
        ... Oh, really...

             RAND 
            (smiling)
        You will find that my house guest
        does not bandy words, Mr.
        President.

    The President gives Chance a look, then laughs.

             PRESIDENT 
        Well, Mr. Gardiner, that's just
        fine with me - I'm a man that
        appreciates a frank discussion...
        Be seated, please, Mr. Gardiner...

             CHANCE 
            (sitting)
        Yes, I will.

             PRESIDENT 
            (also sits)
        Now, Ben, did you happen to get a
        chance to...

    Chance perks up at the mention of his name, interrupts.

             CHANCE 
        Yes?

    There is a beat as the President looks at Chance quizzically,
    then he continues.

             PRESIDENT
        I just wondered if you had gone
        over my speech, Ben.

             RAND 
        Yes, I did.

             PRESIDENT 
        ... Well?

             RAND 
        Overall - pretty good. But, Mr.
        President, I think it's very
        dangerous to resort to temporary
        measures at this stage of the game.

             PRESIDENT 
        Well, Ben... I...

             RAND 
        I sympathize with your position,
        Mr. President, I know how difficult
        it is to be straightforward, the
        reaction to such a speech could be
        chaos.

             PRESIDENT 
        That's too big a risk, I can't take
        the chance.

             CHANCE
            (again perks up)
        Yes?

    Once again, the President gives Chance a puzzled look.

 INT. RAND MANSION - THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - MORNING

    Perkins accompanies Secret Service Agent RIFF as he checks
    out the third floor. Riff knocks on each door, looks inside,
    then moves in.

 INT. CHANCE'S ROOM - MORNING

    Allenby is searching through Chancels clothes looking for
    some sort of identification. There is a knock at the door,
    Allenby pulls back from the closet as Riff opens the door,
    looks inside.

             ALLENBY 
        Oh... Hello.

             RIFF 
            (entering)
        Good morning. I'm Riff, Secret
        Service.

             ALLENBY 
        ... Yes. Of course.

    Perkins watches curiously as Riff passes the metal detector
    over Allenby's clothing.

 INT. LIBRARY - MORNING

    The President is worried about what Rand is telling him. He
    paces, smokes a cigarette. Chance smiles through it all.

             RAND 
        ... There is no longer any margin
        for inflation, it has gone as far
        as it can, you've reached your
        limits on taxation, dependence on
        foreign energy has reached a
        crisis, and, from where I see it,
        Mr. President, the Free Enterprise
        System has reached the breaking
        point. We are on the brink of
        another crash from which recovery
        might not be possible.

             PRESIDENT 
        It's that serious, huh?

             RAND 
        I'm afraid so.

    The President now looks nearly as bad as Rand. He sits, turns
    to Chance.

             PRESIDENT 
        Do you agree with Ben, Mr.
        Gardiner? Are we finished? Or do
        you think we can stimulate growth
        through temporary incentives?

             CHANCE 
            (a beat)
        As long as the roots are not
        severed, all is well and all will
        be well in the garden.

             PRESIDENT
            (a pause)
        ... In the garden?

             CHANCE 
        That is correct. In a garden,
        growth has its season. There is
        spring and summer, but there is
        also fall and winter. And then
        spring and summer again...

             PRESIDENT 
            (staring at Chance)
        ... Spring and summer...
            (confused)
        Yes, I see... Fall and winter.
            (smiles at Chance)
        Yes, indeed...
            (a beat)
        Could you go through that one more
        time, please, Mr. Gardiner?

             RAND 
        I think what my most insightful
        friend is saying, Mr. President, is
        that we welcome the inevitable
        seasons of nature, yet we are upset
        by the seasons of our economy.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. That is correct.

             PRESIDENT 
            (pleased)
        ...Well, Mr. Gardiner, I must
        admit, that is one of the most
        refreshing and optimistic
        statements I've heard in a very,
        very long time.

    The President puts out his cigarette, rises.

             PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
        ... Many of us forget that nature
        and society are one! Yes, though we
        have tried to cut ourselves off
        from nature, we are still a part of
        it! Like nature, our economic
        system remains, in the long run,
        stable and rational. And that is
        why we must not fear to be at its
        mercy! 
            (he smiles at Chance, who
                is absorbed in looking
                around the room at the
                books)
        ... I envy your good, solid sense,
        Mr. Gardiner - that is precisely
        what we lack on Capitol Hill. 
            (glances at watch)
        I must be going. 
            (holds out hand to Chance)
        Mr. Gardiner, this visit has been
        enlightening...

    Chance rises and shakes the President's hand.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. It has.

             PRESIDENT 
        ... You will honor me and my family
        with a visit, won't you?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I will.

             PRESIDENT 
        Wonderful, we'll all look forward
        to seeing you. 
            (turns to Rand)
        Is Eve around? I'd like to say
        hello.

             RAND 
        No, she flew up to Boston for
        another charity event. She'll be
        sorry to have missed you.

             PRESIDENT 
        I'm sorry, too. Well, Nancy wanted
        me to send along her best to the
        two of you - and, Ben, I want to
        thank you for your time and
        thoughts.

             RAND 
        Nonsense, Mr. President - I thank
        you for coming to spend time with a
        dying man.

             PRESIDENT 
        Now, Ben, I won't have any of that.
        Why don't you listen to your good
        friend Chauncey this is a time to
        think of life!

    The President clasps Rand's hand.

             RAND 
        You're right, Mr. President I don't
        like feeling sorry for myself.

             PRESIDENT 
        Take care of yourself, Ben.

             RAND 
        You take care too, Bobby.

             PRESIDENT 
            (as he turns to go, a
                smile to Chance)
        Mr. Gardiner...

    The President leaves the library and Chance sits back down.

             RAND 
            (as the door closes)
        He's a decent fellow, the
        President, isn't he?

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Ben - he is.

             RAND 
        He was quite impressed with your
        comments, Chauncey - he hears my
        sort of analysis from everyone, but
        yours, unfortunately - seldom if
        ever at all.

             CHANCE 
        I'm glad he came, Ben. It was nice
        talking to the President.

 EXT. RAND MANSION - MORNING

    An aide, KAUFMAN, waits by the front door of the Rand
    mansion. As the President comes out, he speaks quietly to
    Kaufman.

             PRESIDENT 
        Kaufman, I'm going to need
        information on Mr. Chauncey
        Gardiner's background.

             KAUFMAN
            (makes note of name)
        Gardiner, yes, sir.

             PRESIDENT 
        And put it through on a Code Red -
        I want it as soon as possible.

             KAUFMAN 
        No problem, Chief.

    They head toward the waiting limousines.

 INT. RAND MANSION - HALLWAY - MORNING

    Rand has an arm around Chance, hangs on for dear life as the
    two of them walk through the hall. Behind them, Wilson and
    Perkins push empty wheelchairs.

             RAND
            (very weak)
        ... You know, Chauncey, there's
        something about you... You're
        direct, you grasp things quickly
        and you state them plainly. You
        don't play games with words to
        protect yourself. I feel I can
        speak to you frankly... You know
        what I was talking to you about
        last night?

             CHANCE
            (blankly)
        No, Ben.

             RAND 
        Oh, sure you do, the financial
        assistance program. I think you
        might be just the man to take
        charge of such an undertaking. I'd
        like you to meet with the members
        of the Board, we'll be able to
        discuss the matter at greater
        length at that time.

             CHANCE 
        I understand.

             RAND 
            (stops outside his door)
        And, please, Chauncey - don't rush
        your decision. I know you're not a
        man to act on the spur of the
        moment.

             CHANCE 
        Thank you, Ben.

             RAND 
        And now, Chauncey, I'm afraid you
        must excuse me - I'm very tired all
        of a sudden.

    Wilson and Perkins leave the wheelchairs, assist Rand into
    his hospital room.

             CHANCE 
            (as they go in)
        I'm sorry that you are so sick,
        Ben.

    The door closes, Chance limps off down the hall.

 EXT. RAND MANSION - GARDEN - DAY

    Chance, with a limp, walks down a pathway in the garden,
    admires the greenery. In the background, coming from the
    house, we see Eve.

             EVE 
            (approaches Chance, calls)
        Chauncey!

             CHANCE 
            (stops, turns)
        Hello, Eve.

             EVE 
        Your leg must be getting better.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. It's feeling much better now.

             EVE 
        Good. I'm glad to hear that.
            (they walk together)
        ... How did you like meeting the
        President?

             CHANCE 
        Fine. He's very nice.

             EVE 
        Yes, he is. I'm sorry I didn't get
        to see him.

    They walk along in silence for a moment. Chance sees a huge
    greenhouse not far from them, heads toward it. Eve turns to
    him, hesitates, then questions.

             EVE (CONT'D)
        ... Chauncey... Last night you
        mentioned an old man, that died.

             CHANCE 
        Yes.

             EVE 
        Was he a relative? Or an intimate
        friend?

             CHANCE 
            (looking at greenhouse)
        He was a very wealthy man, he
        looked after me since I was young.

             EVE 
        Oh, I see... Your mentor, perhaps?

             CHANCE 
            (quizzically)
        ... Mentor...?

    Eve takes his uncertainty as a reluctance to discuss the Old
    Man.

             EVE 
        Forgive me, Chauncey - I didn't
        mean to pry. You must have been
        very close to him.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I was.

             EVE 
        I'm sorry... 
            (getting more to the
                point)
        ... And what about Louise? YOU
        mentioned that she had gone, were
        you close to her also?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I liked Louise very much. She
        was his maid.

             EVE 
            (relieved)
        Oh, his maid!... Stupid me, I
        thought perhaps she was someone
        that you may have been romantically
        involved with.

             CHANCE 
        Oh, no. She brought me my meals.

             EVE 
            (pleased)
        Of course.

    Eve edges slightly closer to Chance. Chance edges slightly
    closer to the greenhouse, is fascinated by it.

             CHANCE 
        What is that?

             EVE 
        Our greenhouse.

             CHANCE 
            (pleased)
        Oh, I like that very much.

             EVE 
        Yes, so do we.

    Chance peeks through one of the windows.

 INT. RAND'S BEDROOM - DAY

    Rand is in bed. Eve, Chance and Allenby are seated around
    him, the two nurses standing to one side. They all watch the
    President's address to the Financial Institute on TV. Chance
    inhales deeply, enjoys the oxygen in the room. Rand is
    looking weaker. Every so often, Allenby casts a concerned
    glance his way.

             PRESIDENT'S VOICE 
        ... And there are so many of you
        that have proclaimed that we are on
        the brink of the worst financial
        crisis in this nation's history.
        And there are so many of you
        demanding that we put into effect
        drastic measures to alter its
        course. Well, let me tell you,
        gentlemen, I have been conducting
        multiple-level consultations with
        members of the Cabinet, House and
        Senate. I have conducted meetings
        with prominent business leaders
        throughout the country. And this
        very morning I had an in-depth
        discussion with your founder and
        Chairman-Of-The-Board, Mr. Benjamin
        Turnbull Rand and his close friend
        and advisor Mr. Chauncey
        Gardiner...

    Rand perks up a bit at this mention. Allenby manages a smile,
    once again looks at Rand, checking his condition. Eve looks
    proudly at Chance, who continues to enjoy the oxygen.

             PRESIDENT'S VOICE (CONT'D)
        ... Well, gentlemen, I found this
        to be a most rewarding
        conference... To quote Mr.
        Gardiner, a most intuitive man, 'As
        long as the roots of industry
        remain firmly planted in the
        national soil, the economic
        prospects are undoubtedly sunny.'

    Rand starts coughing, breathing heavily. Allenby and the
    nurses rush to his bedside. Allenby shoots a quick look to
    Eve and Chance.

             ALLENBY
            (motioning toward door)
        Excuse us, please. 

    Eve and Chance leave the room as Allenby administers aid to
    Rand.

             PRESIDENT'S VOICE 
        Gentlemen, let us not fear the
        inevitable chill and storms of
        autumn and winter, instead, let us
        anticipate the rapid growth of
        springtime, let us await the
        rewards of summer. As in a garden
        of the earth, let us learn to
        accept and appreciate the times
        when the trees are bare as well as
        the times when we pick the fruit.

 EXT. RAND MANSION - PATIO - DAY

    Eve and Chance sit in silence on the patio. Eve's eyes are
    swollen, red, she has been crying. She turns to Chance,
    reaches out, touches his hand.

             EVE
            (hesitates)
        ... I'm...
            (pause)
        ... I'm very grateful that you're
        here, Chauncey...
            (pause)
        ... With us ...

             CHANCE 
        So am I, Eve.

    Allenby comes out the door, his mood is serious,
    professional. Eve turns quickly, awaits his news.

             ALLENBY
            (sits alongside Eve)
        ... Eve - this has been an
        exhausting day for Ben...

             EVE
            (anxious)
        ... But he's...?

             ALLENBY 
        He's resting comfortably now.
        There's no cause for alarm, yet...

    Mrs. Aubrey comes out of the house.

             MRS. AUBREY 
        Mr. Gardiner, I have a telephone
        call for you. Sidney Courtney, the
        financial editor of the Washington
        Post.

             CHANCE 
            (not moving)
        Thank you.

             MRS. AUBREY 
        Would you care to take it, sir?

             CHANCE 
        Yes.

    Chance still does not move. Eve mistakes Chance's not moving
    for concern for herself. She puts a hand on his shoulder.

             EVE 
        I'll be all right, Chauncey you go
        ahead with Mrs. Aubrey...

             CHANCE 
            (rising)
        Yes, Eve. You'll be all right.

    Chance follows Mrs. Aubrey into the house. Eve watches him
    go, then turns to Allenby.

             EVE 
        ... He's such a sensitive man, so
        considerate...

 INT. RAND MANSION - MRS. AUBREY'S OFFICE - DAY

    Mrs. Aubrey leads Chance to a phone at one of the desks. The
    three television sets are on, attract Chance's attention.

             CHANCE 
            (picks up phone, looks at
                TVs)
        Hello.

 INT. WASHINGTON POST - COURTNEY'S OFFICE - DAY

    SID COURTNEY, a Black man in his fifties, wears a rumpled
    wool jacket, smokes a pipe.

             COURTNEY 
        Hello, Mr. Gardiner. This is Sid
        Courtney, Washington Post.

 INTERCUT - MRS. AUBREY'S OFFICE / COURTNEY'S OFFICE

             CHANCE 
        Hello, Sid.

             COURTNEY 
        I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr.
        Gardiner, I know you must be very
        busy.

             CHANCE 
            (looking from one TV to
                the other)
        No. I'm not busy.

             COURTNEY 
        Then, I'll be brief. I covered the
        President's speech at the Financial
        Institute today, and since the Post
        would like to be as exact as
        possible, we would appreciate your
        comments on the meeting that took
        place between Mr. Rand, the
        President and yourself.

             CHANCE 
        The President is a nice person. I
        enjoyed it very much.

             COURTNEY 
        Good, sir. And so, it seems, did
        the President - but we would like
        to have some facts; such as, uh...
        What exactly is the relationship
        between yourself and that of the
        First American Financial
        Corporation?

             CHANCE 
        I think you should ask Mr. Rand
        that.

             COURTNEY 
        Of course. But since he is ill I'm
        taking the liberty of asking you.

             CHANCE 
        Yes, that is correct. I think you
        should ask Mr. Rand that.

    Courtney doesn't understand but continues his questioning.

             COURTNEY 
        I see. Then one more quick
        question, Mr. Gardiner; since we at
        the Post would like to, uh - update
        our profile on you - what exactly
        is your business?

             CHANCE 
        I have nothing more to say.

    Chance hangs up the phone, watches the TVs.

    Courtney listens to the dial tone, then puts the receiver
    down.

             COURTNEY 
            (to himself)
        Typical - no wonder he's so close
        to Rand...

 INT. RAND MANSION - HALLWAY - DAY

    Chance comes out of Mrs. Aubrey's office, notices the service
    elevator.

             CHANCE 
        Hmmm. Elevator.

    He gets in the elevator.

 INT. ELEVATOR - DAY

    Chance looks at the row of buttons, presses one. He smiles as
    he feels the elevator move.

 INT. RAND MANSION - BASEMENT - DAY

    One of Mrs. Aubrey's secretaries, JENNIFER, waits with an arm
    load of paperwork for the elevator. The door opens, Chance
    smiles at her as he steps out.

             JENNIFER 
            (surprised to see him)
        Why, hello, Mr. Gardiner - are you
        looking for someone?

             CHANCE
        No.

    Jennifer gets in the elevator, the doors Close. Chance looks
    around the basement, puzzled. He had expected to be on the
    third floor.

 INT. MRS. AUBREY'S OFFICE - DAY

    Mrs. Aubrey is at her desk, buzzing her inter-house phone. As
    Jennifer enters, Mrs. Aubrey hangs up in frustration.

             MRS. AUBREY
        I can't find Mr. Gardiner anywhere.

             JENNIFER
        He's in the basement.

             MRS. AUBREY
        What's he doing in the basement?

             JENNIFER
        I don't know, Mrs. Aubrey.

    Mrs. Aubrey grabs a notepad, leaves the office.

 INT. RAND MANSION - BASEMENT - DAY

    Mrs. Aubrey comes out of the service elevator, hurries
    through the basement. She checks:
    The boiler room.
    The electrical room.
    The photographer's studio (Eve is sitting for a portrait)
    The gym (Allenby is working out)

 INT. RAND MANSION - BASEMENT BOWLING ALLEY - DAY

    Chance stands in the middle of the two-lane bowling alley,
    totally confused. Mrs. Aubrey enters, he smiles at her.

             MRS. AUBREY 
        Oh, Mr. Gardiner, I've been looking
        all over.

             CHANCE
        Oh, yes.

             MRS. AUBREY 
        Morton Hull, the producer of 'This
        Evening' just called.

             CHANCE 
        Yes, I have seen that show on
        television.

             MRS. AUBREY 
        Of course. They would like you to
        appear on the show tonight. The
        Vice President was scheduled, but
        he had to cancel, and they asked if
        you would be interested.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I would like to be on that
        show.

             MRS. AUBREY 
        Fine. They felt that since you had
        such close ties with the President,
        you would be a splendid choice. 
            (Chance nods, there is a
                pause)
        ... Can I help you? Are you looking
        for something?

             CHANCE 
        No. I like this attic very much.

    Mrs. Aubrey gives him a look, leaves.

 EXT. SKY - DUSK

    AIR FORCE 1 passes through the clouds.

 INT. AIR FORCE 1 - DUSK

    The President sits on a couch in one of the compartments on
    the jet. Before him, stand six of his STAFF, Kaufman
    included.

             PRESIDENT 
        ... Gentlemen, I quoted this man on
        national television today he is
        obviously a financial sophisticate
        of some reknown.

             KAUFMAN 
        Yes, sir - we are aware of all
        that, but still, we haven't been
        able to...

             PRESIDENT 
            (interrupts)
        He's an advisor and close personal
        friend of Rand's! For Christ sakes,
        they have volumes of data on
        Benjamin!

             KAUFMAN 
        Yes, Mr. President, we attempted to
        contact Mr. Rand, but he was too
        ill to...

             PRESIDENT 
            (again interrupts)
        I do not want Benjamin Rand
        disturbed! You have other ways of
        gathering information than to
        trouble a dying man. Use whatever
        agencies are necessary to put
        together a detailed history of
        Chauncey Gardiner, if you run into
        problems, alert Honeycutt.
            (he stands)
        I'll be in the office at seven in
        the morning and I would like to
        have it at that time.
            (he starts for door)
        I've got to take a leak.

             KAUFMAN 
        Right, Chief.

    As the President goes to the Men's Room, two of the aides
    reach for telephones.

 INT. CHANCE'S ROOM - EVENING

    Chance wears a velvet bathrobe, watches TV. Perkins lays out
    a suit, shirt, tie, etc. on the bed.

             PERKINS 
        I believe these garments will be
        quite appropriate, Mr. Gardiner.

             CHANCE 
            (eyes on TV)
        Yes. They are fine.

    There is a knock at the door.

             PERKINS 
        Excuse me, sir.

    Perkins answers the door, it is Eve.

             EVE 
            (entering)
        Chauncey...

             CHANCE 
            (rises)
        Hello, Eve.

             EVE 
        Chauncey, I just wanted to wish you
        well. I know you'll be smashing.

             CHANCE 
        Thank you, Eve.

             EVE 
        And Benjamin sends along his best
        wishes.

             CHANCE 
        How is Ben feeling?

             EVE 
        He's tired, Chauncey - but he's
        going to watch you tonight. We'll
        both be watching.

             CHANCE 
        That's good. I like to watch, too.

             EVE 
        I know you do - you and your
        television...
            (a pause)
        ... Good luck, Chauncey. 

    Eve impulsively steps forward, kisses Chance on the cheek.
    Chance smiles at her, and Eve, slightly embarrassed, turns
    and leaves the room. Chance sits back down, watches TV as
    Perkins attends to his clothes with a whisk broom.

 INT. WASHINGTON POST - STAFF ROOM - NIGHT

    Courtney heads a meeting of his four staffers. One man,
    KINNEY, a research assistant, sits behind a stack of
    paperwork, has a downcast expression as he listens to
    Courtney.

             COURTNEY 
        ... Gardiner is laconic, matter-of
        fact. The scuttlebutt is that he's
        a strong candidate for one of the
        vacant seats on the board of First
        American. But before we can do any
        sort of a piece on the man, we're
        going to need facts on his
        background...
            (turns to Kinney)
        ... Kinney, what did you come up
        with?

             KINNEY
            (after a pause)
        ... Nothing.

             COURTNEY
            (sighs, taps pencil on
                table)
        ... Skip the levity, Kinney - what
        have you got?

             KINNEY
            (another pause)
        ... I realize this sounds banal but
        there is no information of any sort
        on Gardiner. We have no material on
        him - zilch...

    The room is quiet except for the tapping of Courtney's
    pencil.

 EXT. TELEVISION STATION - NIGHT

    The RAND 1 limousine parks in front of the station. As
    Jeffrey opens the door for Chance, MORTON HULL steps to the
    limo.

             HULL
        Mr. Gardiner, I'm Morton Hull, the
        producer of 'This Evening.'

             CHANCE
            (as they shake hands)
        Hello, Morton.

    Hull takes Chance into the station.

 INT. RAND MANSION - CHANCE'S ROOM - NIGHT

    Constance, Rand's nurse, enters Chance's room, goes to the
    closet.

 INT. TV STATION - CORRIDOR - NIGHT

    Chance is intrigued by the surroundings as Hull guides him
    through the corridor.

             HULL 
        Of course, Mr. Gardiner, the fact
        that you occupy such a position in
        the world of finance makes you
        ideally suited to provide our
        millions of viewers with an
        explanation of this nation's
        economic crisis.

             CHANCE 
        I see.

             HULL 
        Do you realize, Mr. Gardiner, that
        more people will be watching you
        tonight than all those who have
        seen theater plays in the last
        forty years?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. It's a very good show.

             HULL 
        I'm glad you like it, Mr. Gardiner.

    Hull takes Chance into the MAKE-UP room.

 INT. RAND MANSION - CHANCE'S ROOM - NIGHT

    Constance is in the closet, searching through Chance's
    pockets, finding nothing. She takes out a small knife, cuts a
    label from one of the jackets. Quickly, she examines one of
    Chance's shoes, copies the name of the shoemaker in a
    notebook. Constance hurries to the dresser, continues her
    search.

 INT. TV STATION - CORRIDOR/MAKEUP ROOM  NIGHT

    COLSON, the makeup man, comes through the corridor carrying a
    glass of water. He turns into the makeup room, goes to Chance
    who sits in front of the lights. Hull sits next to Chance,
    briefs him on the show. Chance has his eyes on a TV monitor,
    watches the guest preceding him on "This Evening."

             COLSON
            (gives Chance water)
        Here you go, Mr. Gardiner.

             CHANCE 
        Thank you. I'm very thirsty.

             COLSON 
        Yes, sir - it's hot under those
        lights.

    Colson applies finishing touches to Chance.

             HULL 
        Now, if the host wants to ask you a
        question, he'll raise his left
        forefinger to his left eyebrow.
            (Chance watches TV)
        Then you'll stop, and he'll say
        something, and then you'll answer.

    On the TV, WILLIAM DUPONT, the host, wraps up his talk with
    his guest.

             COLSON 
            (a last-minute dab)
        Okay, Mr. Gardiner, you're all set.

    Hull leads Chance out of the makeup room. Colson closes the
    door, then carefully picks up Chance's water glass, wraps it
    in Kleenex, puts it in his overcoat pocket.

 INT. TV STATION - "THIS EVENING" STUDIO - NIGHT

    William Dupont introduces Chance.

             DUPONT 
        Ladies and gentlemen, our very
        distinguished quest, Mr. Chauncey
        Gardiner!

    The BAND plays as Chance comes onto the stage. An audience of
    about three hundred applauds Chance as he appears. Two TV
    cameras move with him as he walks, with a smile and a limp,
    to center stage. Dupont shakes Chance's hand, Chance holds
    Dupont's hand with both of his own.

             DUPONT (CONT'D)
        Mr. Gardiner, how very nice to have
        you with us this evening.

             CHANCE 
        Yes.

             DUPONT 
            (showing Chance to chair)
        I'd like to thank you for filling
        in on such short notice for the
        Vice President.

             CHANCE 
            (sits)
        You're welcome.

             DUPONT 
            (also sitting)
        I always find it surprising, Mr.
        Gardiner, to find men like
        yourself, who are working so
        intimately with the President, yet
        manage to remain relatively
        unknown.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. That is surprising.

             DUPONT 
            (a beat)
        ... Well, your anonymity will be a
        thing of the past from now on.

             CHANCE
            (doesn't understand)
        I hope so.

             DUPONT 
        Yes... Of course, you know, Mr.
        Gardiner, that I always prefer an
        open and frank conversation with my
        guests, I hope you don't object to
        that.

             CHANCE 
        No. I don't object.

             DUPONT 
        Fine, then let's get started. The
        current state of our country is of
        vital interest to us all, and I
        would like to know if you agree
        with the President's view of the
        economy?

             CHANCE 
        Which view?

    Applause and laughter from the audience. Dupont accustomed to
    parrying with his guests, asks again.

             DUPONT 
        Come now, Mr. Gardiner, before his
        speech at the Financial Institute
        the President consulted with you
        and Benjamin Rand, did he not?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I was there with Ben.

             DUPONT 
        I know that, Mr. Gardiner.

             CHANCE 
        Yes.

             DUPONT
            (a beat)
        Well, let me rephrase the question;
        the President compared the economy
        of this country to a garden, and
        stated that after a period of
        decline a time of growth would
        naturally follow. Do you go along
        with this belief?

             CHANCE 
        Yes, I know the garden very well. I
        have worked in it all my life. It
        is a good garden and a healthy one;
        its trees are healthy and so are
        its shrubs and flowers, as long as
        they are trimmed and watered in the
        right seasons. The garden needs a
        lot of care. I do agree with the
        President; everything in it will
        grow strong, and there is plenty of
        room in it for new trees and new
        flowers of all kinds.

    The audience applauds Chance's apparent metaphor. Dupont
    waits for it all to subside, then asks another question.

 INT. RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

    Rand is in bed. Eve sits in a chair next to the bed, squeezes
    Rand's hand in excitement as they both watch Chance on
    television. Teresa, the nurse, watches in the background.

             DUPONT 
            (over TV)
        ...Well, Mr. Gardiner, that was
        very well put indeed, and I feel it
        was a booster for all of us who do
        not like to wallow in complaints or
        take delight in gloomy predictions.

 INT. WHITE HOUSE - PRESIDENT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

    The President and First Lady are in bed together watching the
    show.

             PRESIDENT 
        Gloomy predictions? That insolent
        son of a bitch!

             DUPONT 
            (over TV)
        Let's make it clear, Mr. Gardiner,
        it's your view that the collapse of
        the Stock Market, the dramatic
        increase in unemployment, you feel
        that this is just another season,
        so to speak, in the garden?

    The First Lady cuddles close the President, ruffles his hair,
    tries to cheer him up.

 INT. TV STUDIO - "THIS EVENING SHOW" - NIGHT

    Chance answers.

             CHANCE
        In a garden, things grow - but
        first some things must wither; some
        trees lose their leaves before they
        grow new leaves...

 INT. CIA ROOM - NIGHT

    A small, dark room. A videotape machine is running. Also, a
    machine is turning that records the harmonics of Chance's
    voice. TWO CIA MEN run the equipment, watch as a needle
    charts Chance's voice onto paper.

             CHANCE
            (over TV)
        ... Then they grow thicker and
        stronger and taller. Some trees
        die, but fresh saplings replace
        them. Gardens need a lot of care
        and a lot of love.

 INT. THOMAS FRANKLIN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

    Franklin, the attorney that evicted Chance, comes out of the
    bathroom brushing his teeth. His wife, JOHANNA, is in bed
    absorbed in "This Evening." Franklin sits on the end of the
    bed, watches the show.

             CHANCE 
            (over TV)
        ... And if you give your garden a
        lot of love, and if you work very
        hard and have a lot of patience, in
        the proper season you will see it
        grow to be very beautiful...

    More applause from the TV. Franklin leans closer to the set.

             FRANKLIN 
            (puzzled)
        It's that gardener!

             JOHANNA 
        Yes, Chauncey Gardiner.

             FRANKLIN 
        No! He's a real gardener!

             JOHANNA 
            (laughs)
        He does talk like one, but I think
        he's brilliant.

             DUPONT
            (over TV)
        I think your metaphors are quite
        interesting, Mr. Gardiner, but,
        haven't we seen seasons that have
        been devastating to certain
        countries?

 INT. PRESIDENT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

    The President and First Lady continue to watch.

             DUPONT
            (over TV)
        Such as disasterous winters,
        prolonged droughts that have wiped
        out crops, hurricanes that have all
        but swept away island communities?
        Doesn't a country need to have
        someone in charge that can see it
        through such crises?

             PRESIDENT
        ... That bastard...

    The First Lady moves closer to him.

 INT. CHANCE'S ROOM - NIGHT

    The TV, its volume low, plays in the background as Constance,
    with a pair of tweezers, plucks a hair from Chance's pillow,
    puts it into a small vial.

             DUPONT
            (over TV)
        Don't we need a leader capable of
        guiding us through the seasons? The
        bad as well as the good?

             CHANCE
            (over TV)
        Yes. We need a very good gardener.

 INT. TV STUDIO - NIGHT

    Dupont continues his questions.

             DUPONT 
        Do you feel that we have a 'Very
        good gardener' in office at this
        time, Mr. Gardiner?

    At the end of the question, Dupont glances over Chance's
    shoulder to look at the monitor.

             CHANCE 
            (a beat)
        I understand.

    Chance turns to see what Dupont is looking at, sees the back
    of his own head on the TV screen.

             DUPONT 
        I realize that might be a difficult
        question for you, Mr. Gardiner -
        but there are a lot of us around
        the country that would like to hear
        your thoughts on the matter.

    Chance is still turned to the monitor.

             CHANCE
        Oh, yes. It is possible for one
        side of the garden to be flooded,
        and the other side to be dry...

 INT. RAND MANSION - ALLENBY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

    Allenby watches Chance on television. The camera that covered
    Dupont in close-up has now pulled back, includes Dupont and
    Chance, both looking into camera. Allenby is concerned, he is
    unsure of Chance.

             CHANCE
            (over TV)
        ... Some plants do well in the sun,
        and others grow better in the cool
        of the shade.

 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT

    A group of ELDERLY BLACK PEOPLE sit in the lobby, watch "This
    Evening" on an old black-and-white TV.

             CHANCE
            (over TV)
        ... It is the gardener's
        responsibility to take water from
        the flooded area and run it to the
        area that is dry. It is the
        gardener's responsibility not to
        plant a sun-loving flower in the
        shade of a high wall...

    During the preceding speech, Louise, the maid from the Old
    Man's house, chatters.

             LOUISE 
        Gobbledegook! All the time he
        talked gobbledegook! An' it's for
        sure a White man's world in
        America, hell, I raised that boy
        since he was the size of a pissant
        an' I'll say right now he never
        learned to read an' write - no sir!
        Had no brains at all, was stuffed
        with rice puddin' between the ears!
        Shortchanged by the Lord and dumb
        as a jackass an' look at him now!
        Yes, sir - all you gotta be is
        white in America an' you get
        whatever you want! Just listen to
        that boy - gobbledegook!

    There is a chorus of "Amens" as she finishes.

 INT. TV STUDIO - NIGHT

    Chance continues.

             CHANCE 
        ... It is the responsibility of the
        gardener to adjust to the bad
        seasons as well as enjoy the good
        ones. If the gardener does his job,
        everything will be fine.

 INT. RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

    Audience applause is heard over TV. Rand claps weakly along
    with the TV sound. Eve and Teresa also clap.

             RAND
            (smiling)
        Splendid. Just splendid...

    Rand looks up as Constance comes into the room.

             RAND (CONT'D)
        Damn, Constance, get in here! You
        shouldn't miss any of this!

    Constance hurries to Teresa's side. Rand turns to Eve.

             RAND (CONT'D)
        I'm becoming quite attached to
        Chauncey - quite attached... 
            (Eve smiles)
        ... And so are you, aren't you,
        Eve.

             EVE 
            (a beat)
        ... Yes, I am, Ben.

             RAND 
            (reaches out, takes her
                hand)
        That's good... That's good.

             DUPONT 
            (over TV)
        Well, Mr. Gardiner, from the sound
        of our audience, I'd say that your
        words are a most welcome respite
        from what we've been hearing from
        others...

             CHANCE 
            (over TV)
        Thank you.

 INT. TV STUDIO - NIGHT

    Dupont asks another question.

             DUPONT 
        I'm sorry to say that our time is
        running short, but before we close,
        I'd like to ask one final question.
        What sort of gardener, sir, would
        you be?

             CHANCE 
            (with confidence)
        I am a very serious gardener.

 INT. PRESIDENT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

    More applause over the TV. The President pales.

             PRESIDENT 
        Oh, Jesus...

    He rolls over in bed. The First Lady reaches out, puts a
    comforting hand on his shoulder.

 INT. FRANKLIN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

    Franklin holds a phone to his ear with one hand, shuts off
    the TV with the other.

             FRANKLIN 
        Okay, I'll see you in twenty
        minutes.

    Franklin hangs up the phone, scurries around getting dressed.
    His wife, Johanna, sits grimly in bed.

             JOHANNA
            (coldly)
        ... Business, bullshit! Going out
        in the middle of the night to meet
        that bitch in a bar...

             FRANKLIN 
        Sally Hayes is not a bitch - she's
        a damn fine attorney! I've got to
        talk to her about this Gardiner...

             JOHANNA 
            (turns over in bed)
        Good night.

             FRANKLIN 
        Look, Johanna...

             JOHANNA 
            (cuts him off)
        I said good night!

    Franklin gives up, hurries from the room.

 INT. TV STATION - CORRIDOR - NIGHT

    Colson, carefully carrying his overcoat, walks with Chance
    through the corridor. A delighted Hull walks behind them.

             COLSON 
        Marvelous! Just marvelous, Mr.
        Gardiner! What spirit you have,
        what confidence! Exactly what this
        country needs!

    Chance smiles at well-wishers as they continue on through the
    corridor.

 INT. PRESIDENT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

    The First Lady is snuggled up close to the President,
    caresses his body. After a moment, it becomes clear to her
    that he is not up to the occasion.

             FIRST LADY 
        ... Darling... What's wrong?

             PRESIDENT,
        ... I can't... I just can't right
        now... I'm sorry, dearest... I just
        can't...

    The First Lady looks at him for a beat, then turns, lies on
    her back and stares at the ceiling.

 INT. COCKTAIL LOUNGE - NIGHT

    An 'in' meeting place for the upper-middle Washington, D.C.
    crowd. Thomas Franklin and Sally Hayes sit at a table, drinks
    in front of them.

             FRANKLIN 
        ... It didn't make any sense to me
        at all. I didn't know what the hell
        he was talking about...

             SALLY 
        He wasn't making a speech to us,
        Tom - he was talking to the masses.
        He was very clever, keeping it at a
        third grade level - that's what
        they understand...

             FRANKLIN 
        Yeah? Well, I don't understand what
        was up his sleeve when he pulled
        that stunt with us? What was he
        doing? And why?

             SALLY 
        Who knows...? Maybe the government
        had something to do with it.

             FRANKLIN
        You know, Sally - I really feel
        like I've been had, and you know
        what that means, don't you?... It
        means that any political future I
        had is right down the toilet!

    The CAMERA begins to slowly move away from the table, the
    sound of Franklin's voice continues.

             FRANKLIN (CONT'D)
        ... Jesus, the thought of spending
        the rest of my life as an attorney,
        that is really a downer... And,
        Christ, Sally, I almost forgot
        Johanna is starting to think
        something's going on between...

    Franklin's voice fades into the background hubbub. The voice
    of Kinney, the research assistant from the Washington Post is
    heard as the camera settles on a table occupied by Sidney
    Courtney and his staff.

             KINNEY 
        ... Sid, be reasonable - I've been
        everywhere, there's no place left
        to check!

             COURTNEY 
        Try again.

             KINNEY 
        Sure, try again - where? There's
        nothing, it's like he never
        existed!

             COURTNEY 
        Try again.

             KINNEY 
        Sid, it's useless!

             COURTNEY
        I said - try again.

    Kinney stands, shoves his paperwork across the table.

             KINNEY 
        Up yours, Sid. You try again, I
        quit!

    Kinney takes his drink with him as he leaves the lounge.

 EXT. RAND MANSION - NIGHT

    The household staff is lined up on the front steps,
    applauding Chance as he steps from the limousine. Chance
    accepts the plaudit, though does not understand the reason.
    As he nears the steps, Perkins and Wilson step forward.

             WILSON 
        An outstanding speech, sir.

             PERKINS
        May I take your coat, Mr. Gardiner?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. Thank you, Perkins.

    Perkins nods, takes Chance's overcoat, allows everyone to
    enter the house ahead of him. Alone on the steps, Perkins
    quickly searches through the pockets of the coat, finds
    nothing.

 INT. RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

    Rand is in bed. Eve sits on the edge, looks warmly to Chance
    who stands nearby.
    Allenby prepares an injection for Rand, and occasionally
    glances curiously at Chance. Chance breathes deeply, enjoys
    the oxygen.

             RAND
            (with some effort)
        ... You possess a great gift,
        Chauncey, of being natural. And
        that, my boy, is a rare talent, the
        true mark of a leader. You were
        strong and brave, yet did not
        moralize. I hope the entire country
        was watching you tonight, the
        entire country...

    Allenby crosses to Rand, needle in hand.

             ALLENBY 
        And you, Benjamin, must be strong
        and brave for me. Turn over,
        please.

             RAND 
            (holds up hand)
        In a minute, Robert - in a
        minute... Chauncey, I would like to
        ask a favor of you...

             CHANCE 
        Certainly, Ben.

             RAND 
        Senator Rowley's widow, Sophie, is
        hosting an evening reception
        tomorrow evening honoring
        Ambassador Skrapinov of the Soviet
        Union... I think it's rather
        obvious that Robert won't allow me
        to attend, so - would you go in my
        place, and escort Eve?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I would like to escort Eve.

             RAND 
        Good. Together, the two of you
        should create quite a stir - I can
        already hear the gossip.

             EVE 
            (with a blush)
        ... Ben, really...

             RAND 
            (reaches out a tired hand
                to Chance - Chance holds
                it)
        ... Thank you, Chauncey... Thank
        you very much. 
            (takes back hand)
        ... All right, Robert, I'm all
        yours.

    Eve and Chance quietly leave the room. Allenby watches Chance
    go, then readies Rand for the injection.

 INT. RAND MANSION - THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT

    The elevator door opens, Eve and Chance come into the
    hallway. Chance looks back at the elevator for a beat, then
    the two walk quietly down the hall.

             EVE 
            (stopping by bedroom door)
        ... You don't happen to have a
        tuxedo in your suitcase, do you?

             CHANCE 
        No, thank you.

             EVE 
        Oh. Well, we can fix up one of
        Ben's for you tomorrow night.
        Sophie insists an Black Tie.

             CHANCE 
        I see.

             EVE
            (a pause, softly)
        ... I have very few friends,
        Chauncey... And Benjamin's friends
        are all quite a bit older...

    Eve gives Chance a long look, then kisses him on the lips.
    She steps back, smiles.

             EVE (CONT'D)
        ... Good night, Chauncey.

             CHANCE 
        Good night, Eve.

    Eve goes into her bedroom, closes the door. Chance heads for
    his room as though nothing had happened.

 INT. WHITE HOUSE - OVAL OFFICE ANTE ROOM - MORNING

    Kaufman and the five other Aides nervously await the
    President's arrival. The door opens, the President briskly
    enters the room.

             PRESIDENT 
        Good morning, gentlemen.

             AIDES 
            (as one)
        Good morning, sir.

    The President leads the way into the Oval Office.

 INT. OVAL OFFICE - MORNING

    As the President goes to his desk, Kaufman hands him a
    folder. The President sits, reads it quickly, it is very
    brief.

             PRESIDENT 
            (to Kaufman)
        This is not what I requested.

             KAUFMAN 
        No, sir.

             PRESIDENT 
        This information goes back three
        days. I want the standard file, you
        know that.

             KAUFMAN
        Right, Chief.

             PRESIDENT 
        So...? Where the hell is it?

             KAUFMAN 
        We... uh, have been unable to come
        up with any information before the
        man appeared at Mr. Rand's home ...
        and, uh...

             PRESIDENT 
        What the hell are you talking
        about, Kaufman?

             KAUFMAN 
        Well, we do have data from
        Honeycutt's sources, Chief - but it
        isn't pertinent.

             PRESIDENT 
        I'd like to hear that data,
        Kaufman.

             KAUFMAN
        Yes, sir.

    Kaufman takes a clipboard from the man at his right.

             KAUFMAN (CONT'D)
            (reading)
        Suits hand-made by a tailor in
        Chicago in 1918. The tailor went
        out of business in 1929, then took
        his own life. 
        ... His shoes were hand-made in
        1928. The cobbler has long since
        been dead. Underwear, all of the
        finest cloth, factory destroyed by
        fire in 1938. The man carries no
        identification; no wallet, no
        driver's license, no credit cards.
        ... He carries one item along with
        him, a fine Swiss pocket-watch
        crafted at the turn of the century;
        so far they have been unable to
        ascertain where or when purchase
        was made.
        ... He has never dyed his hair.
        ... Computers have analyzed
        Gardiner's vocal characteristics;
        it is impossible to determine his
        ethnic background, they feel his
        accent may be northeastern, but
        they will not commit to that.
        ... Fingerprint check proved
        negative, no identification
        possible.
            (a pause)
        ... That's it, Mr. President.

    The President stares at Kaufman for a beat, then speaks into
    his intercom.

             PRESIDENT 
            (into intercom)
        Miss Davis - I'd like my eggs
        poached this morning, please.

    A quick "Yes sir" from Miss Davis over the intercom. The
    President leans back in his swivel chair, looks at Kaufman.

             PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
        ... So what does all that add up
        to?

             KAUFMAN 
        Well, sir - it occurred to us that
        he might be an agent of a foreign
        power. But, we ruled that out, as
        they invariably are provided with
        too much documentation, too much
        American identity... We, uh...don't
        quite know what to make of it yet,
        sir... But we'll keep on top of it,
        Mr. President - we'll come up with
        the answer.

             PRESIDENT 
            (with sarcasm)
        I would appreciate that.

    The Aides quickly leave the office.

 INT. CHANCE'S ROOM - MORNING

    Chance is in bed, a bed tray on his lap, eating breakfast. A
    pile of the morning's newspapers lies at the foot of the bed,
    untouched. The TV is playing, Chance watches as he eats.
    There is a knock at the door. 

             CHANCE 
            (without turning from TV)
        Come in!

    Eve enters, wearing a robe over her nightgown.

             EVE 
        Chauncey! Have you seen the papers?

             CHANCE 
        No, Eve. I don't read the papers.

             EVE 
            (moving to bed)
        Well, it seems you've been
        described as one of the architects
        of the President's speech. And your
        own comments from the 'This
        Evening' show are quoted side by
        side with the President's.

             CHANCE 
        I like the President. He is a very
        nice man.

             EVE 
            (sits on bed)
        I know...  
            (a moment) 
        ... So are you, Chauncey ...  
            (another moment, Chance
                watches TV)
        ... Do you mind my being here, like
        this?

             CHANCE
            (a bite of toast)
        No, Eve. I like you to be here.

    Eve smiles, moves a little closer to Chance.

             EVE 
        ... You know, Chauncey... I want us
        to be...
            (with difficulty)
        I want us... You and I to become...
        close... I want us to become very
        close, you know...?

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Eve. I know that.

    Eve suddenly begins to cry, sobbing quietly at first, then
    losing control, the tears flowing freely. To comfort her,
    Chance puts his arm around her shoulder, nearly tipping his
    breakfast tray. Eve responds to his touch, draws closer,
    holds Chance tightly. Chance does his best to avoid spilling
    his breakfast, keep an eye on the TV, and to comfort Eve. She
    gives in to her desires, begins to caress Chance, running her
    hand over his body. She kisses him, his eyes, his neck, his
    lips, his ears. Chance does not return the lovemaking, and
    Eve eventually catches hold of herself, stops. She lies
    quietly beside Chance for a time, regains her demeanor, then
    speaks.

             EVE
        ... I'm grateful to you,
        Chauncey... I would have opened to
        you with a touch, and you know
        that...
            (Chance,confused, turns to
                her)
        ... But you're so strong - I can
        trust myself with you. I'm glad,
        Chauncey - I'm glad that you showed
        so much restraint...

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Eve. I'm very glad that you
        didn't open.

             EVE 
        I know you are, Chauncey...
            (a pause)
        ... You conquer a woman from within
        herself, you infuse in her the need
        and desire and the longing for your
        love.

             CHANCE
            (another bite of toast)
        Yes. That could be true.

             EVE
            (sits up)
        ... I guess I may as well be honest
        about my feelings, Chauncey, as I
        know you are I am in love with
        you... I love you and I want you...
        And I know that you know it and I'm
        grateful that you've decided to
        wait until... Until...

    Eve cannot bring herself to finish the sentence. She rises,
    straightens her robe and moves toward the door.

             EVE (CONT'D)
            (stopping by door)
        ... I do love you, Chauncey.

    A knock at the door startles Eve. She turns, opens it to
    MAGGIE, the seam tress. Maggie carries one of Rand's tuxedos.

             EVE (CONT'D)
        Oh, come in, Maggie.

             MAGGIE 
            (entering)
        Yes, ma'am.

             EVE 
        Chauncey, Maggie will alter Ben's
        tuxedo for you now.

             CHANCE 
        Fine.

    Eve leaves. Maggie stands by patiently as Chance eats his
    once-warm scrambled eggs and watches"Mr. Rogers Neighborhood"
    on TV.

 INT. RAND MANSION - ALLENBY'S ROOM - DAY

    Allenby is at his desk, searching through the Washington,
    D.C. telephone book. He finds a number, dials.

             ALLENBY
            (into phone)
        Mr. Thomas Franklin, please.
            (a wait)
        Is Thomas Franklin in?
            (a beat)
        Yes, this is Dr. Robert Allenby,
        would you please tell Mr. Franklin
        that I would like to talk to him?
        It concerns Chauncey Gardiner.

 INT. RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - DUSK

    Teresa and Constance work in a corner of the room. Rand is in
    bed, very still, deep in thought.

 EXT. SOPHIE'S - EVENING

    The RAND 1 limousine pulls up to Sophie's house. Jeffrey
    opens the door for Eve and Chance. He wears Ben's tuxedo, Eve
    is in a formal gown. The press is waiting, a couple of
    reporters, 5 photographers and a mini-cam crew from local TV
    station gather around Eve and Chance.

             REPORTER #1
        Mr. Gardiner, what did you
        think of the Post's editorial on
        the President's speech?

             CHANCE 
            (smiling for photogs)
        I didn't read it.

             REPORTER #2 
            (surprised)
        But air - you must have at least
        glanced at it.

             CHANCE 
        No. I did not glance at it.

             REPORTER #3
        Mr. Gardiner, the New York Times
        spoke of your 'Peculiar brand of
        optimism,' what was your reaction
        to that?

             CHANCE 
            (continues to pose for
                pictures)
        I did not read that either.

             REPORTER #3 
        Well, how do you feel about that
        phrase, 'Peculiar brand of
        optimism?'

             CHANCE 
        I do not know what it means.

             REPORTER #2
        Sorry to persist, air, but it would
        be of great interest to me to know
        what newspapers you do read.

             CHANCE 
        I do not read any newspapers. I
        watch TV.

    There is a moment of silence as the reporters digest this.
    The TV Reporter smiles, questions Chance.

             TV REPORTER
        ... Do you mean, Mr. Gardiner, that
        you find television's coverage of
        the news superior to that of the
        newspapers?

             CHANCE 
            (flatly)
        I like to watch TV.

             TV REPORTER 
            (pleased) )
        Thank you, Mr. Gardiner, for what
        is probably the most honest
        admission to come from a public
        figure in years. Few men in public
        life have the courage not to read
        newspapers none have the guts to
        admit it.

             CHANCE 
        You're welcome.

    Eve and Chance walk toward the front door, leaving the
    newsmen to talk among themselves.

             EVE 
        I've never seen anyone handle the
        media as well as you, Chauncey.
        You're so cool and detached -
        almost as if you were born to it.

             CHANCE 
        Thank you, Eve.

    The front door is opened for them by an attendant.

 INT. SOPHIE'S - EVENING

    The Black Tie reception is in progress. The house is crowded,
    possibly a hundred guests, mostly foreign ambassadors and
    other such dignitaries. Eve and Chance enter, are greeted by
    DENNIS WATSON, a State Department official.

             WATSON
        Mrs. Rand, how good to see you.

             EVE 
        Mr. Watson.

             WATSON 
            (looks to Chance)
        And you must be Mr. Gardiner,
        correct?

             CHANCE
        Yes.

             EVE
        Chauncey, this is Mr. Dennis Watson
        of the State Department.

             CHANCE
            (they shake)
        Hello, Dennis.

             WATSON
        A pleasure to meet you, sir.

             CHANCE
        Yes. It is.

    SOPHIE, an older woman bedecked with jewelry, approaches,
    embraces Eve.

             SOPHIE
        Eve, child! How nice of you to
        come.

             EVE
        Hello, Sophie.

    Sophie steps back, looks at Chance.

             SOPHIE
        And look who you brought with!

             EVE
        Sophie, this is Chauncey
        Gardiner...

             SOPHIE
            (hugs Chance)
        Oh, I've been just dying to meet
        you, Mr. Gardiner!

             EVE
        Chauncey, this is Mrs. Sophia
        Rowley.

             CHANCE
            (being hugged)
        Hello, Sophia.

             SOPHIE 
            (steps back, admires
                Chance)
        Sophie, please - call me Sophie!

    Sophie pulls them both into the party, leaving Dennis looking
    after Chance as he walks away.

             SOPHIE (CONT'D)
            (as they go, to Chance)
        You just have to let me introduce
        you to some of the exciting people
        here... Why, Pat Boone and his
        daughter may drop by later!

    They disappear into the crowd.

 INT. WHITE HOUSE - OVAL OFFICE - NIGHT

    The President is hunched over his desk, absorbed in
    constructing a model airplane, a World War II flying fortress
    bomber. The First Lady sits nearby, plays solitaire on a
    small table. The President glances to her, then back to his
    work.

             PRESIDENT 
            (gluing the wing)
        ... How are the kids getting along?

             FIRST LADY 
        Oh. Well, I just talked to Cindy
        this morning. She loves California,
        but to quote her, she says, 'The
        Secret Service is getting to be a
        drag.' I guess she wants her
        privacy...

             PRESIDENT 
        Huh... I'm glad they're along with
        her, if you know what I mean... How
        about Jack?

             FIRST LADY 
        Well, I think Jack needs some time
        alone with you, darling... He's
        getting to that age, you know... He
        really misses you...

             PRESIDENT 
        Yeah... I'll have a talk with him
        as soon as...

    A KNOCK at the door interrupts the President.

             PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
            (calls out)
        ... Yes, come in!

    Kaufman enters.

             KAUFMAN
        Sorry to disturb you, chief but we
        have new developments.

             PRESIDENT 
        Oh? What?

             KAUFMAN 
        We have word that the Soviets have
        put out a top priority alert for
        information on Gardiner's
        background. So far, they haven't
        come up with a thing - what's more,
        as a result of their eagerness, one
        of their ablest agents blew his
        cover, we have him in custody at
        this time.

             PRESIDENT 
        Good. Anything else?

             KAUFMAN 
        Yes, chief - eight other foreign
        powers have put Gardiner under
        surveillance. We're around-the
        clock now, sir - I'll keep you
        posted.

    The President nods, Kaufman leaves. The President puts some
    more glue on the wing.

 INT. SOPHIE'S - NIGHT

    Sophie pulls Eve and Chance to AMBASSADOR SKRAPINOV and his
    WIFE. Skrapinov smiles as he sees Eve.

             SKRAPINOV 
        Mrs. Rand. How delightful.

    Skrapinov kisses Eve's hand.

             EVE 
        It seems like ages, Mr. Ambassador.
            (a nod to his wife)
        Mrs. Skrapinov.

    Mrs. Skrapinov returns the nod as Sophie introduces Chance.

             SOPHIE 
        Mr. Gardiner, let me introduce you
        to our guest of honor, His
        Excellency Vladimar Skrapinov,
        Ambassador of the Soviet Union.

    Chance warmly shakes Skrapinov's hand with both of his own.

             CHANCE
            (stumbles over name)
        Hello... His... His...

             SOPHIE 
        Ambassador Skrapinov, this is Mr.
        Chauncey Gardiner.

             SKRAPINOV 
        Delighted. Delighted.

             SOPHIE 
        And this is Mrs. Skrapinov.

    Chance smiles at Mrs. Skrapinov as The Ambassador puts an arm
    around him.

             SKRAPINOV 
        You must sit with us, my friend, we
        have much to discuss.

             CHANCE 
        I agree.

             SKRAPINOV
            (to Eve)
        How is my dear friend Benjamin
        feeling?

             EVE 
        He's doing as well as could be
        expected, Mr. Ambassador. He still
        speaks of the stimulating
        discussions he's had with you.

             SKRAPINOV 
        Ah, Yes. Please give him my
        regards.

             EVE 
        Of course.

             SOPHIE
            (tugs at Eve)
        Come on, Eve. Let's let the men
        talk, there are so many people that
        have been asking about you.

             EVE
            (to Chance and Skrapinov)
        Would you two excuse me for a
        moment?

             SKRAPINOV 
        Regretfully, Mrs. Rand - I shall
        yield the pleasure of your company
        to others.

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Eve. I shall yield too.

             EVE 
            (smiling)
        I'll be back soon...

    Eve and Sophie leave. Skrapinov leads his wife and Chance to
    their table.

             SKRAPINOV
            (as they walk)
        I'm sorry we haven't met sooner,
        Mr. Gardiner. I had the pleasure of
        seeing you on television last night
        and I listened with great interest
        to your down-to-earth philosophy.
        I'm not surprised that it was so
        quickly endorsed by the President. 
            (quietly)
        ... Tell me, Mr. Gardiner, just how
        serious is Benjamin's illness? I
        did not want to upset Mrs. Rand by
        discussing it in detail.

             CHANCE 
        Ben is very ill.

             SKRAPINOV 
        Yes, so I've heard, a shame... As
        you know, we in the Soviet Union
        have the keenest interest in
        developments of the First American
        Financial Corporation... We are
        pleased to hear that you may fill
        Benjamin's place should he fail to
        recover. 
            (arrive at table)
        Be seated, please, Mr. Gardiner.

    Chance sits between Skrapinov and Mrs. Skrapinov.

             SKRAPINOV (CONT'D)
            (moves chair close to
                Chance)
        ... Mr. Gardiner, I wish to be
        quite candid - considering the
        gravity of your economic situation,
        shouldn't we, the diplomats, and
        you, the businessman - get together
        more often?

             CHANCE 
        Yes, I agree, I think so too.

             SKRAPINOV 
        To exchange our thoughts - what
        does a Russian know about business?
        On the other hand, what does an
        American know about diplomacy?

             CHANCE 
        Yes, I understand.

             SKRAPINOV 
        And I have noticed in you a certain
        reticence regarding political
        issues - so why not a coming
        together? An interchange of
        opinion? We may find, my friend,
        that we are not so far from each
        other, not so far!

             CHANCE 
            (an engaging smile)
        We are not far... 
            (motions at nearness of
                their chairs)
        ... our chairs almost touch.

             SKRAPINOV 
            (laughs)
        Bravo! Bravo! Our chairs are indeed
        almost touching! And we want to
        remain seated on them, correct? We
        don't want them snatched from under
        us, am I right? Because if one
        goes, the other goes, and then -
        boom! Boom! And we are both down
        before our time, you see? And
        neither of us wants that, do you
        agree? 

             CHANCE
        I certainly do.

             SKRAPINOV
        Yes. Tell me, Mr. Gardiner - do you
        by any chance enjoy Krylov's
        fables? I ask this because there is
        something... there is something
        Krylovian about you.

             CHANCE 
        Do you think so? Do you think so?

             SKRAPINOV 
        So you know Krylov!

    Skrapinov pauses, then leans close to Chance, speaks softly
    in Russian. Chance, having never heard this language, raises
    his eyebrows and laughs. Mrs. Skrapinov remains impassive.

             SKRAPINOV (CONT'D)
            (amazed)
        So you know your Krylov in Russian,
        do you? Mr. Gardiner, I must
        confess I had suspected as much all
        along - I know an educated man when
        I meet one!

             CHANCE 
        Oh, good.

             SKRAPINOV 
        Yes, it is very good!

             CHANCE 
        Yes, it is. 
            (beat)
        Would you tell me your name again,
        please?

             SKRAPINOV 
            (slaps Chance on the back)
        Ho! Ho! A dash of American humor!
        Vladimar Skrapinov!

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I like that name very much.

             SKRAPINOV 
        And yours, sir - Chauncey Gardiner! 
            (in Russian)
        How poetic! Chauncey, a name of
        uncertain meaning! And Gardiner, a
        bit of the French, a suggestion of
        a stroll through the flowers! A
        beautiful name, my friend!

    As he speaks in Russian, Eve comes to the table, taps
    Skrapinov on the shoulder.

             SKRAPINOV (CONT'D)
            (immediately rises)
        Mrs. Rand! You have returned to us!

             EVE 
        Only to steal Mr. Gardiner away, if
        I might. 
            (to Chance)
        Everyone wants to meet you.

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Eve. That would be good.

             SKRAPINOV 
            (shakes Chance's hand)
        We must speak again, Mr. Gardiner,
        many times!

             CHANCE 
        Thank you.

    As Eve and Chance leave, Skrapinov turns and nods to a MAN
    standing a short distance away. The man, KARPATOV, hurries to
    the table.

             SKRAPINOV 
        Yes? What have you found?

             KARPATOV 
            (in Russian)
        We have nothing on him, Ambassador
        Skrapinov.

             SKRAPINOV 
            (holds up hand, looks
                around)
        Quietly, please. Mr. Gardiner, for
        one, understands our language.

             KARPATOV 
            (in English, softly)
        Sorry, Comrade Ambassador.

             SKRAPINOV 
        What do you mean there is nothing?
        That's impossible.

             KARPATOV 
        There is no information available
        on the man before he moved into
        Benjamin Rand's. It has proven to
        be such a difficult task that it
        has resulted in the loss of one of
        our agents to the United States
        Government.

    Mrs. Skrapinov strains to overhear the conversation.

             SKRAPINOV 
        But... Where was this man Gardiner
        before last week?

             KARPATOV 
        Apparently the White House shares
        our curiosity - they have also
        launched an investigation, and,
        according to our sources, neither
        the F.B.I. nor the C.I.A. has met
        with success.

             SKRAPINOV 
        I see. Clearly, such interest on
        their part is of great political
        significance.

             KARPATOV 
        Clearly, yes comrade.

             SKRAPINOV 
        Hmmm... Take this down. 
            (Karpatov takes out
                notepad)
        I want this quote included in the
        Tass coverage; 'Chauncey Gardiner,
        in an intimate discussion with
        Ambassador Skrapinov, noted that
        "Unless the leaders of the opposing
        political systems move the chairs
        on which they sit closer to each
        other, all of their seats will be
        pulled from under them by rapid
        social and political changes."'

             KARPATOV 
        Very good, Your Excellency.

    Karpatov leaves the table.

 INT. WASHINGTON, D.C. COCKTAIL LOUNGE - NIGHT

    The same lounge as before. Sidney Courtney sits at the same
    table as earlier, only this time with the editor of the
    Washington Post, LYMAN STUART. Courtney puffs on his pipe as
    he speaks.

             COURTNEY
        ... It's strictly rumor at this
        stage, Lyman - just something in
        the wind... 

             STUART 
        Something rather big in the wind,
        I'd say. So whose files were
        destroyed? The CIA's or the FBI's?

             COURTNEY 
        I don't know. Like I said, it's
        just rumor so far, but we should
        start nosing around, see if we can
        talk to some people...

    The CAMERA begins to slowly MOVE AWAY from their table.

             STUART 
        ... But why? The question is why?
        Why would they destroy Gardiner's
        files? What is it about his past
        they are trying to cover up?
            (his voice fades)
        ... A criminal record? A membership
        in a subversive organization?
        Homosexual, perhaps?

    The SOUND of Stuart's voice dissolves into Thomas Franklin's
    as the CAMERA SETTLES on Dr. Allenby and Franklin sitting at
    a table nearby.

             FRANKLIN 
        ... And he told us that he had been
        living there since he was a child,
        working as a gardener. He showed us
        a room in the garage, where he said
        he stayed, and I... Well, I didn't
        really believe him, of course - but
        why the act?

             ALLENBY 
        I have no idea...

             FRANKLIN 
        Another thing that baffles me,
        Doctor - what was his connection
        with the deceased? Major financial
        dealings, obviously - but our firm
        has no record of any such
        transactions.

             ALLENBY 
        Hmmm. You say he showed you his
        garden?

             FRANKLIN 
        Well, he said it was his, he walked
        us through it.

             ALLENBY 
        I see. 
            (leans close to Franklin)
        Mr. Franklin, I must ask you and
        Miss Hayes to keep this incident
        with Mr. Gardiner to yourselves.
        There's no telling what he was
        involved in, and the matter may be
        extremely confidential. So please,
        not a word.

             FRANKLIN 
        Of course, Doctor, I understand.

             ALLENBY 
        Fine. Thank you, Mr. Franklin.

             FRANKLIN 
        Certainly, glad to be of help.

    Allenby rises, leaves the bar.

 INT. SOPHIE'S HOUSE - DINNER PARTY - NIGHT

    Eve and Sophie are talking to a small group. Chance moves
    away to get an hors d'oeuvre and is approached by RONALD
    STIEGLER, a publisher.

             STIEGLER
        Mr. Gardiner, I'm Ronald Stiegler,
        of Harvard Books.

             CHANCE 
            (a two-handed handshake)
        Hello, Ronald.

             STIEGLER 
        Mr. Gardiner, my editors and I have
        been wondering if you'd consider
        writing a book for us? Something on
        your political philosophy. What do
        you say?

             CHANCE 
        I can't write.

             STIEGLER 
            (smiles)
        Of course, who can nowadays? I have
        trouble writing a post card to my
        children! Look, we could give you a
        six figure advance, provide you
        with the very best ghostwriter,
        research assistants, proof
        readers...

             CHANCE 
        I can't read.

             STIEGLER 
        Of course not! No one has the time
        to read! One glances at things,
        watches television...

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I like to watch.

             STIEGLER 
        Sure you do! No one reads!...
        Listen, book publishing isn't
        exactly a bed of roses these
        days...

             CHANCE 
            (mild interest)
        What sort of bed is it?

 INT. RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

    Rand is in bed. Sitting nearby are two attorneys, MONROE and
    TOWNSEND. Mrs. Aubrey stands to one side and Constance and
    Teresa prepare an IV for Rand.

             RAND 
            (speaks slowly, with
                effort)
        Everything. I said everything and
        that's exactly what I mean.

             MONROE 
        But, Mr. Rand, the holdings are so
        extensive, I would like to be more
        precise in...

             RAND
            (interrupts)
        What could be more precise than
        everything...?

    Allenby enters the room, stands by the door, unnoticed.

             MONROE
            (turns to Townsend)
        Everything to Mrs. Rand.

             TOWNSEND
            (drafting a will)
        Right - everything.

             RAND 
        You two don't have to lecture me on
        the complexities of the situation,
        no one knows that better than
        myself... But you must understand
        that I have an endless faith in
        Mrs. Rand's abilities - I know that
        she will select the right person
        for guidance when she has the
        need... She has shared my life,
        gentlemen, she has given me far
        more pleasure than any of my so
        called assets... Life has suddenly
        become very simple for me now - I
        may be older than my years, and you
        might think me to be somewhat
        feeble... But I am still in love,
        gentlemen, thank God for that...

    Allenby silently leaves the room.

 INT. SOPHIE'S HOUSE - DINNER PARTY - NIGHT

    Dennis Watson, of the State Department, talks with Chance in
    a corner of the living room. Dennis whispers something into
    Chance's ear and Chance gives him an innocent smile. Dennis
    is encouraged by the smile.

             DENNIS 
        We could do it now, we can go
        upstairs.
            (no reaction from Chance)
        ... Please, it's time for us. Come
        upstairs.

             CHANCE
            (blankly)
        I like to watch.

             DENNIS 
        Watch? You mean just watch me?
        Doing it alone?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I like to watch very much.

             DENNIS 
        Well, if that's what you want, then
        I want it too.
            (takes Chance's arm)
        We can go this way.

             CHANCE 
        I want to tell Eve.

             DENNIS 
        Tell Eve? You mean Mrs. Rand?

             CHANCE 
        Yes.

             DENNIS
            (pulling Chance)
        Oh, you can tell her later. She'll
        never miss you in this crowd.

    Dennis leads Chance out of the crowded room.

 INT. WHITE HOUSE - PRESIDENT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

    A light from the adjoining bathroom filters into the darkened
    bedroom. The President and the First Lady are in bed. They
    each lie on their backs, a distance apart and are silent.

             FIRST LADY 
            (after some time)
        ... Maybe you should talk to
        somebody, darling.

             PRESIDENT 
        No, that won't do any good.

             FIRST LADY 
            (another pause)
        ... Is it me? Is there something
        I've done?

             PRESIDENT 
        Oh, no, sweetheart - it's not
        you...

             FIRST LADY
            (another pause)
        It's your damn job. It never
        happened when you were a senator...

             PRESIDENT 
        It's not that, I just...

    The inter-White House phone rings, the President reaches for
    it.

             PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
            (into phone)
        Yeah, Kaufman - what is it?

             KAUFMAN'S VOICE 
            (over phone)
        Chief, we have a break in the case.
        Our man at the Washington Post says
        they are working on a story that
        either the CIA or the FBI destroyed
        Gardiner's files before anyone
        could get to them.

             PRESIDENT 
        What? Why?

             KAUFMAN'S VOICE 
            (over phone)
        I can't say at this time - neither
        agency will admit to a thing.

             PRESIDENT 
            (getting out of bed)
        Okay, get both Directors over here,
        I'll be right down.

    The President hangs up the phone as the First Lady stares at
    the ceiling.

 INT. SOPHIE'S HOUSE - UPSTAIRS ROOM - NIGHT

    A small room exquisitely decorated in pale lilac tapestry.
    The lights are very dim, and Dennis, who we cannot see, is
    lying on the floor. Dennis' clothes are draped over a chair.
    Chance sees a very small pocket television on a desk. He
    turns the TV on.

             DENNIS' VOICE 
            (softly)
        Can you see well?

             CHANCE 
            (squints at small screen)
        Yes, very well, thank you.

             DENNIS' VOICE
        Do you like it?

             CHANCE
        Yes. It's very tiny, but it's good.

             DENNIS' VOICE 
            (disappointed at it being
                'tiny')
        ... Are you sure you like it?

             CHANCE 
        Yes, I do, it's very good.

             DENNIS' VOICE 
            (excited)
        Really? Really!!!

    Chance reacts to the change in tone of Dennis' voice, turns
    to look at him on the floor. Hearing the groans and heavy
    breathing, Chance thinks Dennis is ill.

             CHANCE 
        Do you need a doctor? I could call
        Robert...

             DENNIS' VOICE 
        I don't want Robert.

             CHANCE 
        I see.

             DENNIS' VOICE 
            (through the groans)
        Your foot! Give me your foot!!

    Dennis reaches out with his free hand, grabs Chance's foot,
    pulls it to himself.

             CHANCE 
            (some pain)
        Thank you. But my leg is still a
        little sore. 

    Chance watches as Dennis goes through some spasms, then his
    body relaxes. Chance is concerned for Dennis' health.

             CHANCE (CONT'D)
        Are you sure you're not ill?

    We hear a contented sigh from the man on the floor.

 EXT. SOPHIE'S - NIGHT

    A long, black limousine with a Red Star on the door pulls
    away from Sophie's house.

 INT. RED STAR LIMOUSINE - NIGHT

    ALEXIS NOVOGROD, a high-ranking KGB officer, and two of his
    underlings are in the limousine, along with Skrapinov, his
    wife and Karpatov. Novogrod and his men wear heavy clothing,
    fresh from Moscow. They all drink vodka.

    (Dialogue in Russian, English subtitles)

             NOVOGROD 
        The rank-and-file in the FBI feel
        he is FBI, but others feel he is a
        CIA man who knows how to destroy
        FBI files.

             SKRAPINOV 
        That could be possible...

             NOVOGROD 
        But we are quite certain, comrade,
        that this man Gardiner is a leading
        member of an American elitist
        faction planning a coup d'etat.

             SKRAPINOV 
        A coup d'etat! Of course, that was
        foreseen by Lenin himself!

             NOVOGROD 
        That is correct, Comrade Skrapinov.
        We have ascertained that Gardiner
        heads a big-business power group
        that will soon be taking over the
        American government.

             SKRAPINOV 
        Big business. I could work with
        that faction quite nicely, Colonel
        Novogrod.

             NOVOGROD 
        You have proven that already,
        Comrade Skrapinov, you are to be
        congratulated for recognizing the
        importance of this man and
        establishing an early friendship.

             SKRAPINOV 
        Thank you, Colonel.

             NOVOGROD 
            (raising his glass)
        Let us toast to the success of the
        coup.

    They all raise their glasses.

             GROUP TOAST 
        Na zdorov'e!

    The men and Mrs. Skrapinov drink their vodkas.

 INT. SOPHIE'S HOUSE - NIGHT

    The reception is breaking up. Eve, wearing her coat, searches
    for Chance in the crowd. She sees him, taps him on the
    shoulder from behind.

             EVE
        Chauncey, where have you been? I
        was afraid you got bored and left,
        or that you were with some
        mysterious woman.

             CHANCE 
        No. I was with a man. We went
        upstairs.

             EVE 
        Upstairs? Chauncey, you're always
        involved in some sort of
        discussion...

             CHANCE 
        He was very ill, I stayed with him
        for a while.

             EVE 
        It must be the punch, and it is
        stuffy in here -- I feel it a
        little myself. You're an angel, my
        dear - thank God there are still
        men like you around to give aid and
        comfort.

    Eve and Chance leave the reception.

 INT. WHITE HOUSE - OVAL OFFICE - NIGHT

    The President sits behind his desk in a bathrobe, his hair
    mussed. Standing before him are GROVER HONEYCUTT, the
    Director of the F.B.I., and CLIFFORD BALDWIN, C.I.A. Chief.
    Kaufman stands to one side. All are red-eyed, tired, and
    frustrated.

             HONEYCUTT 
        I never gave such a directive, Mr.
        President.

             BALDWIN 
        Nor I, sir - it would be out of the
        question.

             PRESIDENT 
        Gentlemen, I didn't call you here
        at such an hour to make
        accusations, I just want to explore
        the possibilities. Now, I have
        three questions; Is the man a
        foreign agent? Or, have we suddenly
        found that our methods of gathering
        data are grossly inefficient? Or,
        thirdly, have the man's files been
        destroyed? Now, I'd like some
        answers.

             BALDWIN 
        Gardiner is not a foreign agent,
        there are now sixteen countries
        investigating the man. We can rule
        that out.

             PRESIDENT 
        Very well... Can we rule out
        inefficiency...?

    There is silence in the room. A couple of looks, but silence.

             PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
        I see. What about question three?
        Is it possible to erase all traces
        of a man?

             HONEYCUTT 
        Highly unlikely, sir... In fact,
        the boys around the Bureau feel
        that the only person capable of
        pulling it off would be an ex
        F.B.I. man.

             BALDWIN 
            (a look to Honeycutt)
        I don't think that's entirely true,
        Grover.

             PRESIDENT
            (to Baldwin)
        And what do the boys around
        Intelligence think?

             BALDWIN 
        Well, Mr. President... They don't
        quite know what to think.

             PRESIDENT 
            (rising)
        Gentlemen, needless to say, there
        is going to be a full Congressional
        investigation of your respective
        operations.
            (goes to door)
        Good night.

    The President leaves the Oval Office.

 INT. RAND MANSION - THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT

    Eve and Chance walk down the hallway.

             EVE
            (holding his hand)
        I feel so close to you, so safe
        with you, Chauncey...
            (stops at her bedroom
                door)
        ... And Benjamin understands that,
        dearest... He understands and
        accepts my feelings for you...

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Eve. Ben is very wise.

             EVE 
            (opens her door)
        ... Come in, Chauncey - please come
        in...

             CHANCE 
        Thank you.

    Chance enters, Eve closes the door behind them.

 INT. EVE'S ROOM - NIGHT

    Eve turns on a soft lamp, Chance goes directly to her TV,
    turns it on.

             EVE 
        I can sense that you've been
        through a lot, Chauncey. But one
        day, when you feel like it, you'll
        tell me all about your life...
            (Chance watches an old
                movie)
        ... But, even if you tell me
        nothing, even if it's too painful
        for you to reveal your past...

    As she talks, Chance watches a love scene on TV. The hero
    gives his lady a passionate kiss and embrace. The scene seems
    to 'sink into' Chance's mind. He abruptly turns, takes Eve
    into his arms and kisses her full on the mouth. Just as
    abruptly, he turns away and changes channels on TV.

             EVE 
            (breathless)
        Oh, Chauncey... I do love you so
        much!

    She takes Chance in her arms, kisses him wildly. They fall to
    her bed in an embrace. As she holds him, kisses him, runs her
    hands over his body, Chance watches television, neither
    resists nor responds to Eve's caresses. Suddenly she stops,
    lets her head fall on Chance's chest.

             EVE (CONT'D)
        ... You don't want me, Chauncey...
        You don't feel anything for me...
        Nothing at all...

    Chance sits up on the bed, then, feeling her sadness, gently
    strokes her hair as he looks at TV.

             EVE (CONT'D)
        I just don't excite you at all... I
        don't know what you want... I don't
        know what you like...

             CHANCE 
        I like to watch.

             EVE  
            (not understanding)
        To watch...? To watch me...?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I like to watch.

             EVE 
            (uncertain)
        ... Is that all you want...?
            (a hesitation)
        ... To watch me...?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. It's very good, Eve.

             EVE 
        ... But I've never done...
            (another hesitation)
        ... You mean...? When... When...
        When I do it? ... When I touch
        myself...?

    Eve slowly gets up from the bed, nervously paces the bedroom
    as Chance watches TV. She makes a decision, moves to Chance,
    kisses him.

             EVE (CONT'D)
            (getting aroused)
        Oh, Chauncey...

    She steps back, slips off her dress. She does not undress any
    further, instead, leans close to Chance.

             EVE (CONT'D)
        One of those little things you
        don't know about me yet, darling -
        I'm a little shy.

    She smiles, gets in bed and pulls the covers over herself.
    Chance divides his attention between Eve and the TV, watching
    both with an equal detachment. Eve begins to respond to her
    own touch, finds a heretofore undiscovered pleasure with her
    own body. Chance changes the channel as she reaches orgasm.
    As Eve's body trembles, Chance yawns, gets up from the bed.

             CHANCE
            (going to door)
        Good night, Eve.

    A low purr is heard from Eve as Chance leaves.

 INT. RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - MORNING

    Allenby, Constance and Teresa are readying a transfusion for
    Rand. There is a feeling of urgency as they work.

    Rand, very weak, strains to speak to Allenby.

             RAND 
        No more, Robert... No more
        needles...

             ALLENBY 
            (sits on the side of the
                bed)
        It's not good, Ben - I'm sure you
        can feel it.

             RAND
        I know, Robert... But, strangely
        enough, I don't feel too bad about
        now... I feel all right... I guess
        it's easier... knowing Chauncey is
        here... to take care of things...

    Teresa is about to swab Rand's arm with alcohol but he pulls
    away.

             RAND (CONT'D)
        No, I don't want any of that...
        Please... please, just get me Mr.
        Gardiner, Teresa - please... he'll
        head it up...

    Teresa looks to Allenby, he nods to her. Teresa puts the
    cotton down, leaves the room.

 EXT. RAND MANSION - PATIO - MORNING

    A light snow is failing. Eve is in a fur coat, holds a
    steaming cup of coffee. Chance stands next to her, an
    umbrella in one hand. He holds his other arm out, catching
    the snowflakes as they fall.

             EVE 
        ... And I feel so free now,
        Chauncey. Until I met you, I never
        felt acknowledged by a man... 
            (Chance gazes out at the
                falling snow)
        ... I always had the feeling that I
        was just a vessel for a man,
        someone that he could take hold of,
        pierce, and pollute. I was merely
        an aspect of somebody's lovemaking.
        Do you know what I mean?

    Chance turns to her, says nothing, presses the cold
    snowflakes to his face.

             EVE (CONT'D)
            (presses close to him)
        Dearest, you uncoil my wants;
        desire flows within me, and when
        you watch me my passion dissolves
        it. You set me free. I reveal
        myself to myself and I am drenched
        and purged.

             CHANCE 
        That's very interesting, Eve.

    Teresa appears in the doorway.

             TERESA 
        Mr. Gardiner. Mr. Rand would like
        to see you.

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I would like to see Ben.

    Chance gives Eve a warm smile, then follows Teresa into the
    house.

 INT. RAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM - MORNING

    Allenby, with nothing more he can do to prolong Rand's life,
    sits on the bed close to him, grips his hand tightly. Teresa
    shows Chance into the room and Allenby motions to the nurses
    to leave. As they do, Chance, once again breathing the oxygen
    with a smile, goes to Rand's bedside.

             RAND
            (slowly)
        ... Chauncey... Chauncey...

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Ben - are you going to die
        now?

    Allenby winces.

             RAND 
            (a weak smile)
        ... I'm about to surrender the Horn
        of Plenty for the Horn of Gabriel,
        my boy...

             CHANCE 
        Oh, I see.

             RAND 
            (reaches out to him)
        Let me feel the strength in your
        hand, Chauncey... Let me feel your
        strength...
            (holds Chance's hand)
        Yes, that's good... I hope,
        Chauncey - I hope that you'll stay
        with Eve... Take care of her, watch
        over her, she's a delicate flower,
        Chauncey...

             CHANCE
            (smiling)
        A flower...

             RAND 
        She cares for you and she needs
        your help, Chauncey... there's much
        to be looked after...

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I would like to do that.

             RAND 
        ... I've worked very hard and
        enjoyed my life... I've known
        success... and I've felt love... My
        associates, Chauncey - I've talked
        with them about you... They're
        eager to meet you... very eager to
        meet you... I'm very fond of you,
        Chauncey... And I understand Eve...
        Tell her that... tell her I'm madly
        in love with her...

    Rand slumps down, dead. Allenby checks his pulse, turns to
    Chance.

             ALLENBY 
        ... He's gone, Chauncey.

             CHANCE 
        Yes, Robert. I have seen it before.
        It happens to old people.

             ALLENBY
            (covers Rand's face)
        Yes, I suppose that's true.

    Chance reaches out, uncovers Rand's face, gently touches the
    man's forehead, feels the coldness. Allenby eyes him as
    Chance stays with Rand for a moment, then replaces the sheet.

             CHANCE
            (turns to Allenby)
        Will you be leaving now, Robert?

             ALLENBY 
        In a day or two, yes.

             CHANCE 
        Eve is going to stay. The house
        will not be closed.

             ALLENBY
            (a moment, a look)
        ... You've become quite a close
        friend of Eve's - haven't you Mr...
            (a beat)
        ... Chance...?

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I love Eve very much.

             ALLENBY 
        I see...
            (another beat)
        ... And you are really a gardener,
        aren't you?

             CHANCE 
            (brightens)
        Yes, Robert - I am.
            (a smile at Allenby)
        I'll go tell Eve about Ben now,
        Robert.

    Chance leaves the bedroom. Allenby watches him go, then sits
    back in a chair, his head spinning.

 EXT. RAND MANSION - DAY

    A cloudy, cold day patches of snow are on the ground. The
    Rand servants are lined up in front of the mansion, listen to
    funeral services for Rand on a pair of loudspeakers. PAN
    AROUND, reveal the services being held on a hill overlooking
    the mansion. Fifty mourners are gathered around the Rand
    family mausoleum. Chance stands with Eve and Allenby. The
    President of the United States stands before a microphone.

             PRESIDENT 
        ... Millions of people across the
        world have heard of the passing of
        Benjamin Rand; but, unfortunately,
        only relatively few will feel the
        pain and sadness at such a loss. To
        most, Benjamin Rand was a legend;
        to those of us gathered here today,
        Benjamin was a beloved friend. My
        personal association with Benjamin
        dates back many years, and my
        memories of our friendship will
        stay with me forever.

    As the President speaks, Chance turns and walks away. Eve and
    Allenby watch as he goes into the trees surrounding the area.

             PRESIDENT (CONT'D)
        I initially came in contact with
        the Rand name in 1943. 1 was a
        young lieutenant in the Air Corps,
        a navigator flying missions over
        Europe. That plane that I learned
        to know so well was manufactured by
        the Rand Aeronautics Corporation.
            (a beat)
        Benjamin Rand was an industrial
        giant, known to be powerful and
        uncompromising, and yet, on a
        personal level, we have all felt
        his warmth and humor...
            (a beat)
        ... I would like to share with you
        a few quotes, and a few feelings
        from our dear friend.
            (holds up paper, reads)
        ... 'I do not regret having
        political differences with men that
        I respect; I do regret, however,
        that our philosophies kept us
        apart.'
        ... 'I have no use for those on
        welfare, no patience whatsoever...
        But, if I am to be honest with
        myself, I must admit that they have
        no use for me, either.'
        ... 'I was born into a position of
        extreme wealth, I have spent many
        sleepless nights thinking about
        extreme poverty -  I do not know
        the feelings of being poor, and
        that is not to know the feelings of
        the majority of people in this
        world. For a man in my position,
        that is inexcusable.' 
        'Life is a state of mind.'
        ... 'When I was a boy, I was told
        that the Lord fashioned us from his
        own image. That's when I decided to
        manufacture mirrors.'

 INT. LARGE AUDITORIUM - DAY

    Ah auditorium with row upon row of empty seats. Huddled
    together at one end of the hall are six important
    businessmen, speaking in hushed tones. JAMES DUDLEY, a
    powerful industrialist, speaks.

             DUDLEY 
        But what do we know of the man?
        Nothing! We have no inkling of his
        past!

    SEWELL NELSON, a corporation chairman, joins in.

             NELSON 
        Correct, and that is an asset. A
        man's past can cripple him, his
        background turns into a swamp and
        invites scrutiny.

    Another executive, PETER CALDWELL, agrees.

             CALDWELL 
        To this time, he hasn't said
        anything that could be used against
        him.

    CHARLIE BOB BENNET, a Texas oil millionaire;

             BENNET 
        Well, I'm certainly open to the
        thought - it would be sheer lunacy
        to support the President for
        another term.

             NELSON 
        No one will go along with that...
        Look at the facts, gentlemen, the
        response from his appearance on
        'This Evening' was overwhelming; he
        has excited and awakened the people
        of this country at a time of
        despair.

    LYMAN MURRAY, a banker;

             MURRAY 
        He's personable, elusive, yet
        seemingly honest. He's riding a
        crest of popularity that builds
        with every statement. As far as his
        thinking goes, he appears to be one
        of us. I firmly believe, gentlemen,
        that he is our only chance - Mr.
        Chauncey Gardiner!

 EXT. WOODS - DAY

    Chance, his umbrella under his arm, walks through the woods.

 EXT. RAND'S FUNERAL - DAY

    The services are over. Eve, Allenby talk with the President
    and the First Lady.

             EVE
        It was very moving, Bobby - thank
        you so much...

             PRESIDENT
        We're all going to miss him, Eve... 
            (glances around)
        ... Where's Mr. Gardiner?

             ALLENBY
        ... He walked off...

             EVE
        Chauncey is so sensitive... He was
        overcome with grief...

             PRESIDENT
        I can certainly understand that...

             FIRST LADY
        Of course... I'm so sorry for you,
        Eve...

             EVE
        Thank you, Nancy.

             FIRST LADY
        I'll call you soon.

    The President and First Lady head toward their limousine.

 EXT. WOODS - DAY

    Chance walks deeper into the woods, absorbed in the greenery.
    He stops by a tree, brushes some snow from a branch, moves
    on.

 EXT. RAND'S FUNERAL - DAY

    The majority of mourners have left. Eve and Allenby walk
    slowly to the RAND 1 limousine, look around for Chance.

             EVE 
        ... Do you think we should look for
        him?

             ALLENBY 
        I don't think so, he should be
        along soon...

             EVE 
        I wish he were here...

    Eve keeps looking as they walk to the limousine.

 EXT. WOODS - DAY

    Chance happens on a tree with a cracked limb, hanging to the
    ground. He stops, inspects the break, runs his fingers along
    the split in the bark. He looks to the ground, notices that
    an end of the limb has fallen on a seedling, bending it
    double. Chance pulls the limb away, then kneels beside the
    seedling. He removes an expensive paid of suede gloves, and,
    with gentle fingers, brushes the dirt and snow away from the
    seedling. Chance glances up to the remaining limbs of the
    larger tree which could fall and threaten the emerging tree.
    He unfolds his umbrella, places it over the seedling in a way
    to give it protection, yet to still allow it to receive light
    from the winter sun. Chance stands, puts his gloves back on
    and continues his walk, disappearing into a remote section of
    the woods.

 EXT. RAND'S FUNERAL - DAY

    Jeffrey stands holding the door for Eve and Allenby, all the
    other cars have gone. Eve is worried, gets into the car.

 EXT. WOODS - DAY

    Chance walks through the woods, his pace faster than before.

 EXT. RAND'S FUNERAL - DAY

    The limousine still waits for Chance.

 INT. LIMOUSINE - DAY

    Eve is deeply concerned for Chance.

             EVE 
        We have to find him, Robert - he
        could be lost, something may have
        happened, we can't leave him!

             ALLENBY 
        You really care for him, don't you,
        Eve?

             EVE 
        I do - we do - both of us, Ben and
        I feel so much for Chauncey...

             ALLENBY 
        I think we'd better go look for
        him. 
            (he taps on the glass
                partition)
        David!

    David starts up the limousine.

 EXT. WOODS - DAY

    Chance walks with determination through the woods.

 INT. LIMOUSINE - DAY

    Allenby and Eve search for Chance as David drives along a
    narrow road through the woods. Jeffrey, sitting in front,
    suddenly calls out.

             JEFFREY 
        Look!

    About 100 yards ahead of them, Chance crosses the road,
    continues on down a hill.

             EVE 
        There he is! Chauncey!

    David stops the limousine at the point where Chance crossed.
    Eve hurries out of the car.

 EXT. SIDE OF ROAD - DAY

    Chance is about twenty yards down the side of a hill. Eve
    calls to him.

             EVE 
        Chauncey! Chauncey!

             CHANCE
            (stops, looks up)
        Hello, Eve.

    Eve runs, half falls as she goes down the hill.

             EVE 
        Oh, Chauncey...!

    She gets to him, holds him tightly.

             EVE (CONT'D)
        Oh, Chauncey, darling... Where have
        you been? We thought we'd lost you -
        we've been looking all over!

             CHANCE 
        Yes. I've been looking for you,
        too, Eve.

    She hugs him one more time, then she leads him back up the
    hill to the waiting limousine. Allenby gets out of the car,
    greets Chance with a handshake and an arm around the
    shoulder. Then the three get into the limousine.

                       FADE OUT.

                   THE END



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