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At the Stuart house, Roger's sitting morosely in a wing chair by a fire, wearing a bathrobe. The phone is ringing, but he ignores it. We see Johnny at a pay phone. Chris finally answers the phone, since his father seems not to care one way or the other. Chris asks who's there, but Johnny says nothing. Chris whispers, "Johnny?" Johnny just holds the phone to his chest. We see a Stillson campaign sign outdoors, with lots of images of him in a hardhat. I guess he thinks that's going to appeal to the working class or something. Things are being set up for a rally, and a band is tuning up. They're all wearing white hardhats, too. Because the members of the working class are that gullible. They start playing some cheesy rally-type tune. Inside his house, Johnny is lying on his couch in his bathrobe. Yes, that one. You can hear the band dimly in the background. He gets up and looks out the window at the campaign hoo-ha in the park across the street. He sees Sarah get out of Walt's car. The next shot is Johnny hightailing it out of his house to the rally. The band is playing "Yankee Doodle Dandy." As he walks through the crowd, Johnny looks around for Sarah. He finally sees her. Just around then, Stillson's limo arrives. Everyone starts chanting his name. He gladhands his way through the crowd; when he comes to Johnny, he shakes Johnny's hand. Uh oh. Johnny doesn't let go and just stares at him. Stillson looks at Johnny with some alarm when Johnny won't relinquish his paw. Johnny has this spell, the content of which is so ridiculous and over-the-top that I'm embarrassed to have to report it to you. Johnny sees Stillson, wearing some expensive striped pyjamas and matching robe, in a semi-rustic looking room (at Camp David, perhaps?) with two other men. One of them is Sonny, the Pink Gorilla. They have some kind of computer on the table that's inside a briefcase. In the bottom half, there's this screen or plate where you put your palm, and it reads and identifies your palm print. There's also a bunch of big unlabelled buttons. Stillson puts his hand on it and presses the button. He then commands one of the other two men: "Do it, General!" The General replies, "You're insane! I won't." POTUS (God help us) barks, "Do it! Put your hand on the scanning screen and you'll go down in history with me!" The General replies, "As what? The world's greatest mass murderers?" Sadly, guys, you have a lot of competition. Jed...I mean, "Stillson" roars in a fairly hysterical way, "You cowardly bastard! You're not the voice of the people! I am the voice of the people! The people speak through me, not you! It came to me while I slept, Sonny -- my destiny. In the middle of the night it came to me: I must get up now, right now, and fulfill my destiny!" Which appears to be to chew all the scenery from Maine to D.C. "Now you put your goddamn hand on that scanning screen, or I'll hack it off and put it on for you! Do it!" Oy. Although, I have to give him that he's got great spittle control; this is the sort of line delivery where the other actors in the speaker's proximity frequently need to be wiped down. The General -- a mild-looking old guy in a turtleneck and a large-collared jacket -- complies, saying, "May God forgive me." Stillson shakes his hand, saying, "Congratulations, General." Sonny instructs Stillson, "Complete the sequence, Mr. President." POTUS slaps his paw on there again and presses some buttons, which cause the biggest button to light up in red. He looks up at the other two, and says, "My destiny." He presses the biggest button. He shakes Sonny's hand and thanks him. He goes to the door of this room, which opens onto a balcony and stairs. He tell some guards to "let them come up." A bunch of men run up and one says, "This is not necessary, Mr. President; we have a diplomatic solution." POTUS shakes the hands of the two men at the front of the crowd and says, "Mr. Vice-President, Mr. Secretary, the missiles are flying. Hallelujah. Hallelujah." Wait! Can't see the screen anymore...eyes have rolled right out of my skull. This is making David E. Kelley's writing look good. Okay. Eyeballs resocketed. Shouldn't they be in the Situation Room or something? Where the hell is Leo?