TURKEY GUY
comes in
. ARCHER
hands
CHARLES
a card
. CHARLES
reads it
.)
TURKEY GUY: Mister P…
CHARLES: Siddown. (
Re card
) You still, what is this … cultivating fighting fish?
TURKEY GUY: Yes, Sir, I…
CHARLES: And how is “Betty?”—Now, we’ve got
that
out of the way … (
Puts card away
.)
(
The phone rings
. ARCHER
answers
.)
ARCHER: (
To phone
) Yes …?
TURKEY GUY: Mister …
ARCHER: (
Of phone
) It’s that fellow we were speaking of.
CHARLES: (
To
TURKEY GUY ) Siddown …
TURKEY GUY: Sir. I cannot express our great sense of …
CHARLES: Get to it.
TURKEY GUY: Honor, and …
ARCHER: We’re rather busy.
TURKEY GUY: Yes. Of course, Sir. In the past …
CHARLES: Fuck the past. We’re going to start anew. Don’t you think?
TURKEY GUY: Absss …
(
The phone rings
. ARCHER
answers
.)
ARCHER: It’s the fellow from Iran. He’s denying the rumor that he has launched missiles.
CHARLES: Who told anyone he had launched missiles?
ARCHER: You told your wife.
CHARLES:
Christ
that woman is a gossip … (
Pause
) Tell him it’s cool, big mistake, and I’ll take care of it. (
To
TURKEY GUY ) Now: my friend. I would like to bring your attention to some simple facts.
TURKEY GUY: Of course, Sir.
CHARLES: You ready?
TURKEY GUY: Yes. Sir. I am.
CHARLES: There are: How many people in this country? (
To
ARCHER )
ARCHER: Three hundred million, several odd hundred th …
CHARLES: Say three hundred million. On
Thanksgiving
.
TURKEY GUY: Yes, Sir.
CHARLES: How many, would you say, “eat turkey”?
TURKEY GUY:
All
of them …?
CHARLES: That would be yummy, but, let’s say, purpose of argument, one hundred million. Zat sound? Fair to all concerned?
TURKEY GUY: Yes, Sir.
CHARLES: How much is turkey a pound?
TURKEY GUY: I…
CHARLES: This morning. At the opening bell. Turkey at the supermarket. “Turkey” could be had for …?
TURKEY GUY: Well. Well, Sir, I. I don’t know, regional discrepancies …
CHARLES: Don’t fuck with me.
ARCHER: How much is turkey a pound?
TURKEY GUY: “A” turkey …
CHARLES: Do you know where Prondachzeck, Bulgaria is?
TURKEY GUY: No, Sir.
CHARLES: Nobody does. (
Pause
) Just five guys. Who work for me. (
Pause
) And the fellas who they
take
there … (
Pause
) And leave there.
(
The phone rings
.)
CHARLES: (
To phone
) What? (
To
TURKEY GUY ) It’s for you …
TURKEY GUY: Excuse me … (
To
CHARLES ) Yes. Sir, there is a woman in the anteroom, who is sneezing.
CHARLES: How much is turkey a pound?
TURKEY GUY: And could you issue orders that she is to be kept away from the birds?
CHARLES: How much is turkey a pound?
TURKEY GUY: For the birds, Sir, have been raised in
complete
isolation, under strictest standards of organic veterinary care …
CHARLES: Yeah, okay.
TURKEY GUY: And a woman is sneezing in the outer office.
CHARLES: (
To phone
) Who’s sneezing? Get her in here.
( BERNSTEIN
enters, wearing a large, colorful Chinese amulet around her neck. She sneezes
.)
BERNSTEIN: Mister President.
CHARLES: Bernstein.
(
She sneezes again
.)
TURKEY GUY: Sir, when this person leaves, could you ask her to exit by, a route which will not place her again in proximity to my turkeys?
CHARLES: What is it you want, pal?
TURKEY GUY: Mister President?
CHARLES: Quid pro quo. Quid pro quo. What do you want?
TURKEY GUY: For you to pardon …
CHARLES: Good! You know, many fine folks, grew up comfortable, went to college, nothing wrong with that, I however, was raised in a migrant camp. And one thing that I learned. Is Life? Life is one thing.
ARCHER: Give and take.
CHARLES: Give and fucken take.
TURKEY GUY: Mist …
CHARLES: Give and take. Way the thing lays out? You want something. I got what you want? You give, and I take. Or else you wouldn’t be here. (Re TURKEY GUY ) Bernstein?
BERNSTEIN: Sir?
CHARLES: What do these guys want?
BERNSTEIN: Sir?
CHARLES: Are you sitting down? They want me TO PARDON A TURKEY.
TURKEY GUY: Two