Executive orders - Tom Clancy [321]
Unfortunately for him it was too late to ask such questions. What was past was past. Moudi walked to the far corner of the room and got himself some coffee. He'd been awake for more than a day, and with fatigue came doubts, and he hoped the drink would chase them away until sleep could come, and with it rest, and with that, perhaps, peace.
YOU HAVE TO be kidding! Arnie snarled into the phone. Tom Donner's voice was as apologetic as it could be.
Maybe it was the metal detectors on the way out. The tape-I mean, it's damaged. You can still see it and hear it just fine, but there's a little noise on the audio track. Not broadcast quality. The whole hour's worth is shot. We can't use it.
So? van Damm demanded.
So, we have a problem, Arnie. The segment is supposed to run at nine.
So, what do you want me to do about it?
Is Ryan up to redoing it live? We'll get better share that way, the anchorman offered.
The President's chief of staff almost said something else. If this had been sweeps week-during which the networks did their best to inflate their audiences in order to get additional commercial fees-he might have accused Donner of having done this deliberately. No, that was a line even he couldn't cross. Dealing with the press on this level was rather like being Clyde Beatty in center ring, armed with a bottomless chair and a blank-loaded revolver, holding great jungle cats at bay for the audience, having the upper hand at all times, but knowing that the cats needed to get lucky only once. Instead he just offered silence, forcing Donner to make the next move.
Look, Arnie, it'll be the same agenda. How often do we give the President a chance to rehearse his lines? And he did fine this morning. John thinks so, too.
You can't retape? van Damm asked.
Arnie, I go on the air in forty minutes, and I'm wrapped till seven-thirty. That gives me thirty minutes to scoot down to the White House, set up and shoot, and get the tape back here, all before nine? You want to lend me one of his helicopters? He paused. This way-tell you what. I will say on the air that we goofed on the tape, and that the Boss graciously agreed to go live with us. If that isn't a network blow job, I don't know what is.
Arnold van Damm's alarm lights were all flashing red. The good news was that Jack had handled himself pretty well. Not perfect, but pretty well, especially on the sincerity. Even the controversial stuff, he'd come across as believing what he'd said. Ryan took coaching well, and he learned fast. He hadn't looked as relaxed as he should, but that was okay. Ryan wasn't a politician-he'd said that two or three times-and therefore looking a little tense was all right. Focus groups in seven different cities all said that they liked Jack because he acted like one of them. Ryan didn't know that Arnie and the political staff were doing that. That little program was as secret as a CIA operation, but Arnie justified it to himself as a reality check on how the President could best project his agenda and his image in order to govern effectively-and no President had ever known all the things done in his name. So, yes, Ryan did come across as presidential-not in the normal way, but in his own way, and that, the focus groups all agreed, was good, too. And going live, yes, that would really look good, and it would get a lot more people to flip the channel to NBC, and Arnie wanted the people to get to know Ryan better.
Okay, Tom, a tentative yes. But I do have to ask him.
Fast, please, Donner replied. If he cancels out, then we have to jerk around the whole network schedule for tonight, and that could mean my ass, okay?
Back to you in five, van Damm promised. He killed the button on the phone and hustled