INT. JEB ‘08 HEADQUARTERS - DAY

[The HQ is a beehive of activity. Staffers are hurrying around everywhere - squeezing past one another, exchanging quick and information-rich sentences, gulping coffee, posting charts, amending whiteboards, sticking pins into maps, shouting into cell phones, crunching numbers, typing emails at blinding speed. Occasionally someone looks up at the giant bank of televisions, tuned to every news outlet in the world.

At the center of all this is GOVERNOR JEB BUSH himself. He’s clearly running the whole operation, engaged in a seemingly impossible number of activities and conversations at once, analyzing reports, and barking out orders.]

JEB: …in the ‘environment and energy’ section we’ll need a more coherent efficiency standards policy, but the rest looks good. Oh, and on page 108, change “alarmed” to “concerned,” okay? Phil, what have you got for me?

PHIL: The new numbers on Ohio. I’m a little worried about 18th district, because -

JEB: Relax, Phil. I told you - as long as we pound the 2nd, 3rd, and 7th with the meat and potatoes, we’ll have plenty for the general election. I’m thinking primaries, and that’s why I need you to focus more on the north, okay?

PHIL: Gotcha.

JILL: Governor Bush, we’ve got a Friday 1 PM for you with McCain.

JEB: Confirmed?

JILL: Yes.

JEB: Perfect - now call him back and see if he can move it to 1:30.

JILL: Yes sir.

GIL: Clever. Hey, I got those budget projections you asked for.

JEB: Great. Let’s get these over to Bill and see if he can correlate them with my tax propos -

[He breaks off as everyone starts shushing each other. Attention is turned to the screens, most of which are now filled with the face of PRESIDENT GEORGE W. BUSH. The President is amiably chatting with interviewers. An aide turns up the sound.]

BUSH: “I think Jeb would be a great president. But it’s up to Jeb to make a decision to run.

[Everyone freezes, staring at the screens. People stand there, phones forgotten, papers falling from hands, mouths held open. Jeb stares, stunned.]

JEB: God damn it.

[Slowly, people begin to move again. Some head for the exits, shoulders slumped. Others begin cleaning out desks, rolling up banners, turning off computers. The TVs are shut off and the room begins to empty quickly.]

BILL: We could try to get you an ambassadorship. Or maybe you could host a talk show.

JEB: Yeah, maybe.

[We PULL BACK as Jeb sits there in the now nearly-deserted offices. Workmen show up and begin carting away office equipment on dollies. The Governor gets up, looks out the window at the setting sun, sighs, turns the lights off, and EXITS. Behind him, a “JEB ‘08″ banner comes unstuck from the wall, flutters briefly, and falls to the ground.]