House-of-Cards-Pilot-Script

63.FRANCIS (CONT’D)Don’t you look stunning.DURANTWe Southern girls clean up wellwhen you get us out of the trailerpark and into some Vera Wang.FRANCISAnd we Southern boys may be slowwith our words, but we’re fast onour feet.He half bows, takes her hand and kisses it.FRANCIS (CONT’D)May I have the honor?DURANTYou most certainly may.He leads her onto the dance floor and they waltz beautifully.EXT. PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE - EARLY MORNINGThe streets are empty. Sanitation workers sweep up theticker tape from the previous day’s celebration. Policecrews load barricades into flatbed trucks.EXT. FREDDY’S BBQ JOINT - EARLY MORNINGIt’s a bitterly cold, bright sunny day. Francis arrives atthe restaurant with a newspaper tucked under his arm. FREDDY- the husky African American proprietor - sees himapproaching and opens the door for him.FREDDYMornin’ Frank.FRANCISMorning Freddy. How are you?FREDDYCan’t kick. Come on in.FRANCISActually, would you mind setting upa table for me outside?FREDDYOutside? It’s freezing.