INT. OVAL OFFICE - DAY

[PRESIDENT BUSH sits behind his desk, examining a stack of compact discs. He lifts one, begins to bend it. KARL ROVE and DICK CHENEY sit on the couch, consulting in hushed tones.

FBI Agent PHILLIP SMITH enters.]

BUSH: Smitty! Come on in. Wanted to see me?

SMITH: Yes sir.

BUSH: Siddown.

[Bush bends the CD until it SNAPS in half.]

SMITH: Mr. President, we have some news. Do you remember the incident in Georgia last week?

BUSH: Sure, sure. But you gotta understand, I thought the bathrobe was complimentary.

[He SNAPS the halved CD neatly into quarters, places them in a stack, and reaches for another CD.]

SMITH: No, sir, I mean about the grenade.

BUSH: Oh, you mean the inactive training grenade that someone left lying around the place where I spoke.

SMITH: Yes sir. That one.

BUSH: Yeah, that was weird.

[SNAP!]

SMITH: Yes, Mr. President, weird. Well, as it turns out, it wasn’t a training grenade.

BUSH: No?

SMITH: No sir. It was a real, live grenade.

BUSH: Really. That’s kinda surprising.

SMITH: And it wasn’t just “lying around.”

BUSH: No?

SMITH: It was actually thrown. Towards you. While you were speaking and thus momentarily out from behind the bulletproof barrier.

BUSH: Huh. That’s weird.

[Alarmed, Cheney and Rove break off their conversation and move towards the President. Bush SNAPS another CD into quarters. There’s an awkward pause.]

SMITH: Tired of Randy Travis, sir?

BUSH: Huh?

[Smith gestures towards the CDs.]

BUSH: Oh. No way. He’s one of my favorites.

[Bush snaps another CD in half. Pause.]

SMITH: Anyway, Mr. President, we thought you’d want to know about the assassination attempt.

BUSH: That’s okay. I was never in any danger.

SMITH: Well, sir, that’s what I’m saying. Apparently, you were.

BUSH: Not followin’ you…

SMITH: There was a live grenade thrown within a hundred feet of you while you were addressing a crowd. You could have been killed.

BUSH: Aw, I’d've been fine.

SMITH: Sir?

BUSH: Someone woulda dove in. Or hustled me outa there. Or gotten me into the national guard. Happens all the time.

SMITH: Sir, there would have been no time for that! You were nearly killed.

[SNAP!]

BUSH: Hunh. Dick?

CHENEY: I’d downplay it. Getting assassinated is a sign of weakness.

BUSH: Karl?

ROVE: It can’t be a big story. Georgia and Chechnya aren’t an A-level sphere of involvement.

SMITH: They would have been if they’d killed him!

ROVE: No. The assassin would have been Iranian. Or Syrian.

BUSH: Damn those guys!

SMITH: We have no evidence that the perp-

CHENEY [pounding the desk]: SYRIAN OR IRANIAN!

[Pause. BUSH breaks another CD.]

SMITH: So, Mr. President, if you like Randy Travis…

BUSH: Oh, yeah. [He gestures at the CDs] These are too big to fit in my iPod.

[Another pause, punctuated by a SNAP!]

BUSH: Anything else, Smitty?

SMITH: You mean apart from the attempt on your life on foreign soil?

BUSH: Yup.

[Pause.]

SMITH: No.

BUSH: ‘Kay. Hey, could you tell Judy to put these on the ‘Pod on your way out?

[Bush hands him the segmented CDs.]

SMITH: But… Yes sir.

BUSH: Cool.

[Smith exits.]

BUSH: Wow. That guy needs a vacation. As though I was gonna be assassinated in Georgia.

CHENEY: Couldn’t've happened.

ROVE: No. If necessary, it would happen in South Korea.

BUSH: What?

ROVE: Nothing.

BUSH: Okay! Hey, could you hand me my Lucinda Williams collection?