But no film better stands for his body of work like the 1991 classic Declassified Information, based on Stave's own private investigation behind the scenes of the Kennedy administration.
Declassified Information won four MODAs including a hotly controversial Best Picture and of course a Best Screenplay for Stave and his co-writer, former blacklister, Jessica Tdinen-Finornen.
INT. THE OVAL OFFICE - DAY
Fists planted firmly on his desk, JFK gnaws on a cigar. He
spits it on the floor - SPLAT - on the Presidential Seal.
Gawd dammit! What the hell does
Khrushchev think he'll accomplish
with this shit?
He thinks you're weak, Jack.
West Berlin. He's
calling your bluff.
Then give him what it's about.
Are you serious?
Perhaps we should consider-
Bring me the damned football!
If you are certain Sir.
JFK hammers the desk.
I'm the God damned President!
Bobby hops to it. Picks up the phone - grunts into it.
This is no way to treat the
Khrushchev is shitting all over
So, while he's squatting down,
let's shove it back up his ass.
An Air Force LIEUTENANT enters. An aluminum briefcase is
shackled to his wrist.
JFK dials a code into the lock and lifts the lid...
Revealing a big-ass knife.
Is this some kind of joke?
Not at all Mr. President.
Where are the damned launch
The codes are imprinted upon a
silicon wafer surgically inserted
behind the Lieutenant's heart.
JFK aims a slow angry stare at McNamara.
You will have to extract them
from the Lieutenant.
That is barbaric.
Yes, Mr. President.
I think that's the point, Jack.
Think of it as a moral fail-safe.
The President's eyes say 'give it to me plain.'
You can't kill millions of people
remotely if you won't kill one
with your own hand first.
He throws the knife to the floor.
Then we find another way.
Everyone give Bobby and me five. I
McNamara and LBJ head for the door. The Lieutenant reaches
for the knife, Bobby picks it up for him.
Hold up a moment Lieutenant...
The door closes, the three are alone.
What's your name, Son?
Crazy job you have.
You enjoy it?
Its a lot of waiting, Sir.
What if I had...?
I'd be spared the horror of an
Atomic war, Sir.
JFK guffaws and punches the Lieutenant in the shoulder.
So you would, Oswald, so you
JFK turns to his desk.
Bobby steps toward the Lieutenant with the knife.
The Lieutenant reaches for the knife, but Bobby plunges it
into the surprised soldier's sternum.
JFK whirls about as the Lieutenant slumps to the carpet.
I thought you...
Well, if this ain't a pickle. A
big fucking pickle.
|Baker Toghill won a MODA for his only movie role before his untimely death while making his second film for Orville Stave.|