INT. TOILETS. ALEXANDRA PALACE. LONDON - EVENING 1, 1858
CLOSE UP ON FREDDIE, looking straight to camera, playful, as if in an interview, he clutches a sheaf of paper/ manifesto, a pencil in his other hand-
The newsreels are dead. We’ve bored the public for too long. Give me this opportunity and I’ll prove it.
FREDDIE struggles with his pencil, the lead snapping on the page as he corrects some piece of a manifesto.
A pencil appears from his left. FREDDIE takes it, resumes correcting.
FREDDIE (CONT’D) (cont’d)
Of course I’ll need an assistant.
PULL OUT TO REVEAL-
ISAAC standing in the doorway, beams on hearing this.
ISAAC checks his watch-
Two minutes Mr Lyon.
FREDDIE nods, washes his hands, straightens his tie, looking at himself once more in the mirror.
But may I say one more thing...You haven’t seen my best yet.
THE TICK TICK of a clock overhead-
Ladies and gentlemen, if we cannot debate that which troubles our society, and more importantly troubles our government, then we cannot in all honesty call ourselves a democracy. If we cannot question our leaders as they embark on what has been called an illegal military action, an action publicly opposed by the United States government..And the countries of the United Nations Security Council...If we cannot reasonably and intelligently query about the rightness of an action that appears at heart to be deceitful...Then we are not a free (country).