INT. BATHROOM OF NATIONAL MUSEUM - DAY
President Bungle eventually emerges from the cubicle. Alexander has by now removed his mascot outfit and is pointing a gun at President Bungle
President Bungle is stunned
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: Wash your hands and put this on.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: You won’t get away with this. You’ll be locked up for the rest of your life or executed, depending on which one is the most painful.
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: We only want you to listen to reason President Bungle
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I’m a reasonable guy. I could knock
three years off your life sentence.
Henry, Alexander and Cherokee escort the mascot out of the bathroom. Outside in the open, President Bungle sees some supporters.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Help me, Help me.
With arms raised.
They wave back at him and cheer.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: No, really its me. These guys are kidnappers.
The supporters respond by laughing
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Boy, you guys will get what’s coming to you when they rescue me.
Further along their journey, they come across some young kids.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Hey kids, go tell your parents they’ve kidnapped President Bungle
The young kids throw stones at him.
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: This is the Bixton region of the city, where you get less than ten percent of the vote and ninety percent of people are unemployed.
Eventually, they reach an abandoned warehouse. They sit President Bungle down.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: So what are you going to do now? Are you going to kill me?
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: We just want to talk to you.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Ok lets get your sob story over with. I’m so hungry. I could really do with a quarter pounder and chips right now. Maybe with a strawberry milkshake. One of you guys could run out and get me one.
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: If you don’t listen to us President Bungle, people will die. My friends, my family, my neighbours.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Well as long as I’m not going to die, who cares right?
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: You have the power to change the lives of so many people President Bungle. If you encourage your followers and other leaders around the world to cut carbon emissions and grow more trees, you could save the lives of billions in the future.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: And why should the future concern me?
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: It isn’t just about the future. We have already seen devastating fires and weather events that have steadily worsened in recent years. One of your homes was nearly burnt to a cinder in the last forest fire.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Yeah well it wasn’t was it?
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: What you may not realise, is that some animals and species may become extinct. Fish may die from overfishing and the pollution we discard into the sea.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Well, I’ll never have that problem.
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: The legacy of any good leader is the state of the country he leaves behind.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Well, when I die I’ll leave behind sixteen mansions, a super yacht and thousand hectare ranch. What’ll you leave behind? Two cents? I didn’t get where I am today by being an idealist. I got where I am because I’m smart and savvy and look out for number one. When it comes down to it that’s all that matters. You idealists will either end up broke and homeless or change your views.
Alexander pulls Cherokee aside.
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: Can I talk to you.
They walk forty feet away from President Bungle
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: This guy’s a moron...
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I heard that
Alexander and Cherokee walk two feet further away.
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: It’s like you’ve run into a brick wall and there’s no way of getting through.
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: We told Fallulah we’d give her until 5pm. So we still have time. We’ve got to try.
EXT. OUTSIDE MUSEUM - MORNING
Fallulah as President Bungle is walking from the museum flanked by security guards. An old lady approaches
OLD LADY: Please Mr President
The secret service roughly push her away
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Wait. This woman should not be treated this way
MILTON HARRISON: But there are no camera’s here, Mr President
Fallulah as President Bungle addresses the old lady
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: What is it mam?
OLD LADY: It’s my son. He is very ill but he doesn’t have healthcover and we are too poor to pay the hospital bills.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I’d really like to help but these things take time and that is something that I don’t have a whole lot of
OLD LADY: But you are the President for life, Mr Bungle
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I’ll see what I can do, Miss...
OLD LADY: Mrs Featherstone
President Bungle walks away
MILTON HARRISON: Shall I put her on the list sir?
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: What list?
MILTON HARRISON: You know the list sir
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Oh that list. Whatever for? She’s a dear old lady. When we get back to the office, I want to see that list. I think it needs some editing.
MILTON HARRISON: But sir, you’re not due back in the office until tomorrow. You’ve got the hospital visit, there’s a charity dinner tonight and a golf game for this afternoon
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I don’t like golf
MILTON HARRISON: Well sir, you play it three times a week.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Milton, cancel the golf game. There is work to be done.
INT. HOME OF ATWAL BURUNDI - NIGHT
Anisa Burundi wakes to a loud noise. Apprehensively she goes to her kitchen and finds the body of an exhausted man lying on the floor in the darkness.
ANISA BURUNDI: Atwal is that you?
She lights a candle and grabs a jug of water. She puts it to Atwals mouth and he drinks from it
ATWAL BURUNDI: I couldn’t find him. I searched and searched. The city is too big. I had to come back I couldn’t lose two members of my family in such a short time.
ANISA BURUNDI: I would be alright Atwal. The kid’s mind is infected. I blame his teachers. I will ring his neck when he gets home
ATWAL BURUNDI: He’s a good kid. He’s only doing what he thinks is right. He’s just misguided that’s all. One kid cannot change the world on his own.
INT. CHILDRENS HOSPITAL - MORNING
Fallulah as President Bungle is brought to a children’s hospital. A photographer is with him.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: What is he doing here?
MILTON HARRISON: You asked for him to come Mr President.
Fallulah as President Bungle enters a room with one ill child of eleven years suffering from Leukaemia. A nurse leaves, in an angry manner as if she doesn’t have much time for President Bungle.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: How are you doing today? I understand that your name is Cedric.
CEDRIC: Yes sir, it is.
Fallulah as President Bungle offers to shake hands with the boy who in turn slowly raises his own hand to make contact. The photographer is taking photos.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Can you get him out of here?
The photographer leaves
CEDRIC: My mother is always giving out about you, President Bungle, but I think you’re alright. You are our President after all.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Have you always had Leukaemia Cedric?
CEDRIC: Eighteen months.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: What did you enjoy doing before you had Leukaemia?
CEDRIC: I like Soccer Mr President. I’m a goalkeeper
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Well Cedric, when you beat this thing, let’s say you and me have a game of penalties. I’m a pretty handy penalty taker.
CEDRIC: Why Mr Bungle, you’re great at everything. Anytime you’re on television, your saying how clever you are at everything and how you’re the best at everything. I just want to recover and be the best at one thing.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Well, we’ll see how good a goalkeeper you are when you recover. Maybe you’ll play for Barcelona one day.
MILTON HARRISON: Shall we go now, Mr President?
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Are there more children to visit?
MILTON HARRISON: This kid polled highest Mr President. It's downhill from here. You have a lunch appointment with Mr Beauchamp.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Cancel it
MILTON HARRISON: But sir, Harold Beauchamp is your biggest private donor, you can’t just cancel a meeting with him at short notice.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Aren’t there more children to see
MILTON HARRISON: You were only scheduled to meet one Mr President. He was deemed to be the best candidate.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Remind me Milton, who is the President, me or you?
EXT. OUTSIDE WAREHOUSE - AFTERNOON
A young boy named Jackson is walking outside the warehouse. He kicks a stone down the street. He can hear voices and decides to investigate. He enters the warehouse and sees three teenagers and President Bungle seated in a chair
JACKSON: What are you doing?
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: It’s none of your business. Go away.
JACKSON: But that’s President Bungle
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: That’s right kid. You tell the your friends and family that these guys have kidnapped President Bungle. Then you go tell the authorities and the army and you tell them to riddle these guys with bullets.
Jackson turns and walks away
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Good kid. Isn’t that youn boy a good kid? Soon you guys are either going to be dead or spending the rest of your lives in jail.
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: I don’t think you should have done that.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Why not. Are you afraid?
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: Most of these people would rather slice your ear off rather than help you? He probably has a brother in a terrorist organisation for all you know.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I’m smarter than that. I know when you’re bluffing.
EXT. STREET NOT FAR FROM WAREHOUSE - AFTERNOON
Jackson starts to run. He sees some of his friends playing football on the street. He shouts.
JACKSON: They have the President. They have the President
A nineteen year old, named Satir is listening.
SATIR: FIVE FEET NINE INCHES, 19, LITTLE OR NO STUBBLE ON HIS FACE, SHORT DARK HAIR, DARK SKIN, BROWN EYES, SLIM
SATIR: What President?
JACKSON: President Bungle
SATIR: Who has him?
JACKSON: A bunch of kids.
SATIR: You better not be joking with me Jackson.
JACKSON: No Satir. I’m not joking
SATIR: I’m going to round up Vic and a few of the boys, then you are going to show me exactly where this guy is
EXT. OUTSIDE WAREHOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
VIC: SIX FEET, 20, SLIM, BEARDED, DYED BLONDE HAIR, WHITE LARGELY FRECKLED SKIN, BLUE EYES, HOLDING A MACHETE.
BOBBY JOE: FIVE FEET SIX INCHES, OVERWEIGHT, CURLY DARK HAIR, TANNED SKIN, WEARING SHORTS, HOLDING A HATCHET
SATIR: I don’t hear any voices Jackson. You better not be messing with me.
BOBBY JOE: Do they have guns?
JACKSON: This is definitely the place, and no they only have a toy gun.
SATIR: You better be right Jackson for your sake.
Satir, pushes open the door to the warehouse. There is nobody there.
SATIR: Jackson, I’m going to kill you
JACKSON: You can see the chair is still there. That’s where they had him. He was definitely here. They probably only moved him after I spotted him.
INT. ABANDONNED SCHOOL - AFTERNOON
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: What is this place?
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: It’s an abandonned school, you shut down three years ago because you didn’t like what the teachers were teaching their pupils.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Well, there were many. I can’t put up with insolence. If you don’t set me free now, I will make sure that you regret it till the day you die. Now where is my quarter pounder, chips and milkshake?
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: We can’t get you that but I can offer you lunch.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: What is it Sauerkraut?
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: It’s just a sandwich
Alexander Hopscop offers him a sandwich which the President tastes.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: That’s disgusting. Are you trying to poison me.
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: If it wasn’t disgusting then I wouldn’t be offering it to you.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I’ll make sure you end up with more than one life sentence for that you insolent thug. You guys are really going about this the wrong way. You should be pampering me and catering to every demand I make, like phoning the secret service or the army and getting me my quarterpounder and chips.
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: Don’t you care what happens to the world. Don’t you care that with almost every advance, we humans are destroying the world around us and you are the main stumbling block to reversing that.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I couldn’t care less about all your hot air pie in the sky theories.
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: Did you know Mr President that with the depletion of oxygen in the air and the increase of carbon emissions it will lead to increased cases of testicular implosions.
Cherokee pulls Henry aside and whispers in his ear.
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: You know that that’s not true
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: All he cares about is himself. It’s the only way to get to him.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: What exactly are you talking about?
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: It’s a known fact that Carbon emmissions can impact the testicles and cause them to implode. There have been several cases of it already.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Implosion? And is there a cure?
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: Other than reducing carbon emissions there is no known cure.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: You’re bluffing
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: We’re not
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Nobody said that to me before
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: Come on, your leading adviser on health is a tobacco mogul and your energy adviser is an oil baron. Besides, most testicular surgeons would probably keep it hush, hush. Otherwise it would be bad for business
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Besides, I’m sure by balls are made of steel or something like it. They would be that last to implode. You know they used to call me Iron Balls at school. I tell ya, I wasn’t just the smartest, the fastest or the strongest I was....
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: Come on Cherokee, it’s after 5 o’clock. Fallulah’s time is up. It’s time to evacuate. We’ve done all we can.
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: Sorry Father
(Under his breath)
Henry, Alexander and Cherokee decide to leave.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: You’re not going to just leave me here?
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: We will put in a call with the authorities and tell them where to find you.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: What about my Quarter Pounder and chips? I know Jiu Jitsu you know. I know Karate. If I really wanted to I could escape from these bonds and Judo the life out of you.
The boys despondently walk out the door
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: That’s three life sentences each. I can sit this out. I am the greatest. There is nobody better at sitting things out than me. The army will be here in fifteen minutes tops. I can keep myself company . I don't like to brag but it's something I'm great at. Having a conversation with myself is like getting the two smartest guys in the world in the same room. I could talk for hours about Nuclear Physics, Astro Physics, Charlie Physics ... I knew all of the Physicses very well. We were acquainted, but I’d rather talk about Quarter Pounders and chocolate bars and all kind of interesting things....