kenny carries the phone with him as he paces hard from his desk to his window.
as the meeting next door disperses, the president rummages through kenny's jacket which hangs on kenny's chair. kenny, bemused, holds out the package of cigarettes the president is looking for.
the press corps throngs kenny's tiny office, pushing and shoving for a vantage at the side door to the oval office, waiting for the gromyko photo-op. kenny stands shoulder-to shoulder with reston and sorensen near the door.
bobby barges into kenny's office. kenny, knowing his unique entry, doesn't bother to look up.
kenny paces by the phone. it rings. he picks up, listens, reacts. relief. and we know the planes have made it back.
in kenny's credenza, a small black and white t.v. plays. walter cronkite narrates on the television as a train laden with tanks on flatbeds pulls out of a station.
kenny, grinning, ducks back into his office, closes the door after the assistant leaves. he picks up the phone.
walter cronkite, on the b&w t.v. screen, sits in front of a map showing cuba and the blockade line.
kenny, phone to his ear, suffers as bobby harangues him.
super: friday, october 26th. day 11.
alone in his office, shattered, kenny stares out the window, viewing the distant ellipse through a gap in the trees. kids are out there playing football. he glances at his watch, and grabs his jacket.