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AMANDA: What's happening here is one more thing to
convince you we don't belong in Washington.
TIM: Wrong. We belong here like Don belonged here.
AMANDA -- That's hubris, darling. The only difference
you can make is what they let you. Why don't you accept
that and let yourself have some peace?
TIM: A friend of mine was killed tonight!
AMANDA: Then maybe we both should leave.
TIM: That would be cowardly.
AMANDA: I want a live husband. I don't want a dead
hero.
TIM: Do you believe we're having this conversation?
That somehow I'm involved in a huge scandal I don't
even comprehend?
AMANDA: I would never marry an ordinary man.
ALL AT ONCE THE POWERFUL SOUND OF SCUDDING
HELICOPTER ENGINES.
They turn.
WHAT THEY SEE: The windows facing the street in the
living room are suddenly brilliantly alight as two NAVY
YELLOWJACKET CHOPPERS circle overhead and begin
to hover above the suburban street.
VIEW OF SUBURBAN MARYLAND-NIGHT
The flagrantly normal, peaceful middle-class
neighborhood is awash in blinding light.
NEIGHBORS appear at their windows as one of the
