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...but...
You got a dime....?
Pals: Get on the <u>phone</u>... r'they flying it?
They'll be here in ten minutes.
Get on the phone, have'em fly in a ...whaddaya need to be a citizen? A Judge? Whaddaya need? A Judge...? Call in a <u>Judge</u>, call in a Federal <u>Judge</u>, and... If you're concerned about him, being an ..."immigrant." Make him a <u>citizen</u>... Eh? <u>Guys</u> ... what's all this <u>mopery</u>, we...
Hell of a show. Hell of a job, Stan.
...one more day.
Naw, naw, we own the airways...
You see? What's the lesson here? <u>Never</u> give up. <u>Never</u> give up.
No. You're right.
Show Must Go On.
A proud tradition.
Prouder of this, than anything I ever did in my life. I want to thank you, Ron. Want to thank you.
What're you doing?
I'm looking for a phone...
No, I don't think you can <u>do</u> that.
Watch me.
No, I don't think you can <u>do</u> that, Stanley...
Watch me.
Stanley. Stanley... you knew the... Stanley. You knew the deal when you signed <u>on</u>.
Deal's changed.
No, the deal <u>isn't</u> changed. The Deal <u>isn't</u> changed. You can't ... what is it? Money? <u>Money</u>? You want Money?
<u>Money</u>? You think I did this for money...? I did this for <u>Credit</u>. <u>Credit</u>, paalll...
But you always knew you couldn't <u>take</u> the credit....
That's <u>one</u> thing, but I'm not gonna let two dickheads from <u>Filmschool</u> take it... are you <u>Nuts</u>? Are you <u>Nuts</u>?
China.
When's he coming back...?
Touchdown, Andrews, fourteen hundred, today.
Alright, now, here: he stays on the ground in China til Tomorrow.
Trade Re1ations.
You're goddamn right. And it's got nothing to do with the B2 Bomber.
There <u>is</u> no B2 Bomber,
That's what I'm telling you. The two things: the two things: Rare strain of flu, No Cause to Be Alarmed. And the B2 Bomber... Clear me a space. Get me a copy, go rob one, get it off the computer, Wash Post, N.Y. <u>TIMES</u>,
How much...?
And, to hold it together, I need two days. There <u>is</u> no B2 Bomber: here's what you do ahout that: whoever is leaking stuff to that geek at the Post, lets it slip, "Geez, I hope this doesn't screw up the B2 Program..." "What B2 Program, and why should it screw it up?" "If the president moves to deploy the B2 before it is fully tested." "Deploy the B2, <u>Why</u>?" "In the Crisis."
It can be documented that he displayed the...
This ain't the illegal immigrant Nanny.
There was a group of Girlscouts here from Indiana last month. One of them expressed an interest in a Frederick Remington bust. The president took her into the oval Office, for a period...
...why?
...you the Press Office?
...Yes.
Earn your money. ...He's ill, the Plane is sick...
...Good...
What's more interesting than boffing the girlscout?
Well, that's what we're <u>doing</u> here...
Is there a press conference today?
What do <u>you</u> think? What I need from you: I need a base of operations. Some place in the District. I need some clean <u>money</u> ...
But there isn't a B2 bomber.
Where'd you go to school, Kid. Wellesly?
Dartmouth
Then show a little spunk. There <u>Is</u> no B2 Bomber, General Scott, the best of your knowledge, is not in Seattle to talk with Boeing...
Course there's a war. I'm watching it on Television.
N'who might <u>you</u> be, when all's said and done?
My name is Ronald Brean.
Who're you working for?
Nobody whose name you want me to say, Mr. Young, I promise you.
S'all very well, but when the Fit hits the Shan, somebody's going to have to Stay After School, and who do you 'spose that might be.
S'only got to hold for another few days.
Well, I'm not interested in how long its "got to hold for."
What <u>are</u> you interested in?
I'm interested in the Security of My Country, Mr. Brean.
Well, I'm sure that speaks very well of you and for your parents. But if forced to choose between the security of the country and the security of your Job, which would you pick. And, while you hesitate, permit me to suggest that they are one and the same. Your country and your job.
I'm <u>doing</u> my job, Mr. Brean. That's what you see me doing here. What <u>is</u> it you thought <u>you</u> were doing?
What's on your mind?
I have a question for you.
Ask it.
Why do people go to war?
Why do people go to war?
I'll play your silly game.
Why do they go to War?
To preserve their Way of Life.
Would you go to War to do that?
I have.
Well, I have, too. Would you do it <u>again</u>...? In't that why you're here? I guess <u>so</u>. N'if you go to war again, who is it going to be against? Your "ability to fight a Twoocean War" against who? Sweden and <u>Togo</u>? Who you sitting here to Go To War Against? That time has <u>passed</u>. It's <u>passed</u>. It's <u>over</u>. The War of the Future is <u>Nuclear Terrorism</u>. It is and it will be against a Small Group of Dissidents who, unbeknownst, perhaps, to their own <u>governments</u>, have blah blah blah. And to go to <u>that</u> war, you've got to be <u>prepared</u>. You have to be alert, and the <u>public</u> has to be alert. Cause that is the war of the <u>future</u>, and if you're not gearing up, to fight <u>that</u> war, <u>eventually</u> the axe will fall. N'you're gonna be out in the street. And you can call this a "drill," or you can call it "job security," or you can call it anything you like. But I got one for you: you said, "Go to War to protect your Way of Life," well, Chuck, <u>this</u> is your way of life. Innit? And if there ain't no war, you can punch out, go home, and take up Oil Painting. And there <u>ain't</u> no war but ours.
Well, c'n we get him back home?
Could if we had to. Rather not. Rough weather.
We're due at Andrews.
Well, I wouldn't go up in it, lest I had to...
Captain... You wanna Take'er up...?
Heavy weather East of here.
Whaddaya think?
Six to five and pick'em...you wanna <u>chance</u> it...
I gotta get something, I gotta get ...shoes? Ties? Hats...? Good. Good.
...what is this?
Would somebody wake me in five minutes?
Does it <u>have</u> to be Albania? Because, lookit: I can get my hands on a lot of walkingaroundcash, I think, if it's <u>Italy</u>...Look at the tiein here: <u>The</u> <u>Boot</u>, "Givvem the <u>Boot</u>,"... If we were to go Wide with a <u>shoe</u> as the fad. A "Shoefad"... Here's what it offers us...
We're locked into Albania.
Well, let's not be too sure, why is that?
The President is going to declare War against Albania in a half an hour.
Hello...?
Yeah, I need a list, people in Military Special Pro...
Schumann. We're gonna go pick him up tonight.
Where is he?
Out in Oklahoma.
OVER A SLEEPING BREAN, STRETCHED OUT ON A POOLCHAIR, GRACE, THE SECRETARY, COMES OUT ON TO THE POOL AREA, HOLDING THE SHOT OF A SMALL, FOREIGN LOOKING CHILD, IN FRONT OF A PILE OF RUBBLE. SHE SHOWS IT TO MOSS.
...we own it?
But, you know, <u>this</u> is the meeting, Ron? You think about it. <u>This</u> is the meeting. This, here. Schumann and us. King Kong and the Trainers...this's it... What are you working on?
ON BREAN, WHO IS DOODLING.
THE CROWDS AT ANDREW'S AIRKORCE BASE, THE "OLD SHOE" BANNERS, THE "COURAGE, MOM," BANNERS. THE STILL BAND. A SHOT OF THE BANDMASTER, SURREPTITIOUSLY, GLANCING AT HIS WATCH.
How's our friend? What is he, "dead?"

...but...

You got a dime....?

Pals: Get on the phone... r'they flying it?

They'll be here in ten minutes.

Get on the phone, have'em fly in a ...whaddaya need to be a citizen? A Judge? Whaddaya need? A Judge...? Call in a Judge, call in a Federal Judge, and... If you're concerned about him, being an ..."immigrant." Make him a citizen... Eh? Guys ... what's all this mopery, we...

Hell of a show. Hell of a job, Stan.

...one more day.

Naw, naw, we own the airways...

You see? What's the lesson here? Never give up. Never give up.

No. You're right.

Show Must Go On.

A proud tradition.

Prouder of this, than anything I ever did in my life. I want to thank you, Ron. Want to thank you.

What're you doing?

I'm looking for a phone...

No, I don't think you can do that.

Watch me.

No, I don't think you can do that, Stanley...

Watch me.

Stanley. Stanley... you knew the... Stanley. You knew the deal when you signed on.

Deal's changed.

No, the deal isn't changed. The Deal isn't changed. You can't ... what is it? Money? Money? You want Money?

Money? You think I did this for money...? I did this for Credit. Credit, paalll...

But you always knew you couldn't take the credit....

That's one thing, but I'm not gonna let two dickheads from Filmschool take it... are you Nuts? Are you Nuts?

China.

When's he coming back...?

Touchdown, Andrews, fourteen hundred, today.

Alright, now, here: he stays on the ground in China til Tomorrow.

Trade Re1ations.

You're goddamn right. And it's got nothing to do with the B2 Bomber.

There is no B2 Bomber,

That's what I'm telling you. The two things: the two things: Rare strain of flu, No Cause to Be Alarmed. And the B2 Bomber... Clear me a space. Get me a copy, go rob one, get it off the computer, Wash Post, N.Y. TIMES,

How much...?

And, to hold it together, I need two days. There is no B2 Bomber: here's what you do ahout that: whoever is leaking stuff to that geek at the Post, lets it slip, "Geez, I hope this doesn't screw up the B2 Program..." "What B2 Program, and why should it screw it up?" "If the president moves to deploy the B2 before it is fully tested." "Deploy the B2, Why?" "In the Crisis."

It can be documented that he displayed the...

This ain't the illegal immigrant Nanny.

There was a group of Girlscouts here from Indiana last month. One of them expressed an interest in a Frederick Remington bust. The president took her into the oval Office, for a period...

...why?

...you the Press Office?

...Yes.

Earn your money. ...He's ill, the Plane is sick...

...Good...

What's more interesting than boffing the girlscout?

Well, that's what we're doing here...

Is there a press conference today?

What do you think? What I need from you: I need a base of operations. Some place in the District. I need some clean money ...

But there isn't a B2 bomber.

Where'd you go to school, Kid. Wellesly?

Dartmouth

Then show a little spunk. There Is no B2 Bomber, General Scott, the best of your knowledge, is not in Seattle to talk with Boeing...

Course there's a war. I'm watching it on Television.

N'who might you be, when all's said and done?

My name is Ronald Brean.

Who're you working for?

Nobody whose name you want me to say, Mr. Young, I promise you.

S'all very well, but when the Fit hits the Shan, somebody's going to have to Stay After School, and who do you 'spose that might be.

S'only got to hold for another few days.

Well, I'm not interested in how long its "got to hold for."

What are you interested in?

I'm interested in the Security of My Country, Mr. Brean.

Well, I'm sure that speaks very well of you and for your parents. But if forced to choose between the security of the country and the security of your Job, which would you pick. And, while you hesitate, permit me to suggest that they are one and the same. Your country and your job.

I'm doing my job, Mr. Brean. That's what you see me doing here. What is it you thought you were doing?

What's on your mind?

I have a question for you.

Ask it.

Why do people go to war?

I'll play your silly game.

Why do they go to War?

To preserve their Way of Life.

Would you go to War to do that?

I have.

Well, I have, too. Would you do it again...? In't that why you're here? I guess so. N'if you go to war again, who is it going to be against? Your "ability to fight a Twoocean War" against who? Sweden and Togo? Who you sitting here to Go To War Against? That time has passed. It's passed. It's over. The War of the Future is Nuclear Terrorism. It is and it will be against a Small Group of Dissidents who, unbeknownst, perhaps, to their own governments, have blah blah blah. And to go to that war, you've got to be prepared. You have to be alert, and the public has to be alert. Cause that is the war of the future, and if you're not gearing up, to fight that war, eventually the axe will fall. N'you're gonna be out in the street. And you can call this a "drill," or you can call it "job security," or you can call it anything you like. But I got one for you: you said, "Go to War to protect your Way of Life," well, Chuck, this is your way of life. Innit? And if there ain't no war, you can punch out, go home, and take up Oil Painting. And there ain't no war but ours.

Well, c'n we get him back home?

Could if we had to. Rather not. Rough weather.

We're due at Andrews.

Well, I wouldn't go up in it, lest I had to...

Captain... You wanna Take'er up...?

Heavy weather East of here.

Whaddaya think?

Six to five and pick'em...you wanna chance it...

I gotta get something, I gotta get ...shoes? Ties? Hats...? Good. Good.

...what is this?

Would somebody wake me in five minutes?

Does it have to be Albania? Because, lookit: I can get my hands on a lot of walkingaroundcash, I think, if it's Italy...Look at the tiein here: The Boot, "Givvem the Boot,"... If we were to go Wide with a shoe as the fad. A "Shoefad"... Here's what it offers us...

We're locked into Albania.

Well, let's not be too sure, why is that?

The President is going to declare War against Albania in a half an hour.

Hello...?

Yeah, I need a list, people in Military Special Pro...

Schumann. We're gonna go pick him up tonight.

Where is he?

Out in Oklahoma.

OVER A SLEEPING BREAN, STRETCHED OUT ON A POOLCHAIR, GRACE, THE SECRETARY, COMES OUT ON TO THE POOL AREA, HOLDING THE SHOT OF A SMALL, FOREIGN LOOKING CHILD, IN FRONT OF A PILE OF RUBBLE. SHE SHOWS IT TO MOSS.

...we own it?

But, you know, this is the meeting, Ron? You think about it. This is the meeting. This, here. Schumann and us. King Kong and the Trainers...this's it... What are you working on?

ON BREAN, WHO IS DOODLING.

THE CROWDS AT ANDREW'S AIRKORCE BASE, THE "OLD SHOE" BANNERS, THE "COURAGE, MOM," BANNERS. THE STILL BAND. A SHOT OF THE BANDMASTER, SURREPTITIOUSLY, GLANCING AT HIS WATCH.

How's our friend? What is he, "dead?"