Deterrence Page #11

Agent Dexter, I want you two to stay inside.

If there's a sharpshooter in that sh*t

storm out there, he deserves a target.

Major? I'll be ready, sir.

Your coat, Mr. Thompson.

No.

Hey, look at this!

Okay, sir, you can't sit here.

Come away from the window.

Poor bastard's goin' to hell.

He's gonna take us with him.

What the hell are you talkin' about, Mr.

Crispy critter their asses?

Ralph, you just told the president

he should drop the bomb on Iraq.

That was before Katie told me that our

fearless hebe leader didn't believe in God.

They're going to be nukes flying

around like tennis balls at wimbledon.

Why are you people discussing this?

- You think Emerson's gonna come back in and put it to a vote?

- When he comes back in here,

we'll sit him down and we'll all

talk some sense into him.

What do you think this is,

a.A.

Okay, folks, I need you to clear

this window area, please. Thank you.

I got Emerson's ear.

We had a good dialogue going.

- He'll listen to me.

- Give me a break!

Thank God kissinger's on the case.

Sh*t! Son of a b*tch!

What the f*** are you doing?

Drop the weapon, pal.

Drop the weapon!

- Put it down, buddy.

- Sh*t!

Drop the weapon, mister.

- Put it down.

- Why don't you just shoot?

Put it down, now!

Put it down!

Harvey!

Don't gonna be no apocalypse here.

Not on my watch!

Harvey! Don't you do it to yourself!

- Don't you do it!

- Harvey!

Jesus!

Jesus, where'd the f***ing

shotgun come from?

Williams, secure the weapon.

Nest is secure.

Jesus, mother Mary.

Sir, we're under control.

Under control. Yeah.

That's that. He's the only person with

the combination to the briefcase.

All right, let's call stratcom.

- Howard!

- Yes, sir.

Call stratcom,

chairman, joint chiefs, Miller.

Right, sir. Get 'em on the phone.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Okay, gentleman, we've,

had a rather serious incident here.

As a result, our man

with the football has been shot.

Shot? What happened?

The cook here, he lost it.

He took our...

He killed coddington.

He was a fine young man and a good guy.

I don't want to diminish what's

happened here, but we must keep focus.

Inside the briefcase are the codes necessary

to launch our weapons, of course.

I'm assuming one of you has the combination.

Not here, sir.

Can we just shoot it open?

No. No, no, sir.

You can't do that.

Any kind of forced entry and

the components self-destruct.

Right, but there's

got to be a backup, right?

I have it, sir.

Thank goodness.

Every joint chief receives

the combination code...

At the weekly briefing if our

arm is carrying the football.

All right.

Let's get this going, then.

Admiral Miller?

Mr. president,

I respectfully decline.

- "Respectfully decline"?

- Bring me the briefcase.

- Right away, sir.

- I have four minutes to acquire those codes.

What I need is for you to set aside your

personal feelings and do your f***ing job!

May I remind you, admiral,

that this is an act of treason?

Sir, the combination...

Is 0-8-0-6-1-

niner-4-5.

And, sir, along with that, I

must submit my resignation.

Sir, let me repeat that back.

0-8-0-6-1-

niner-4-5.

Okay, general, I got

binoculars and a keyboard.

I have no idea what to do. Okay.

Put your eyes to the lens,

and your retinal code...

Will enable you to see a

ten-point alphanumeric code.

- Can't anyone look through these?

- They could try,

but their retinas would be burned.

Just an n.S.C precaution,

sir.

I'm almost certain that

we've reactivated the system...

Using your specific retinal information.

- "Almost certain"?

- Yes, sir,

I'm pretty certain.

Okay.

I see...

Latitude, longitude...

And the code atop.

Okay, sir, look back into the briefcase,

type in the latitude and

longitude that you need...

Hold on. We have it right here. Okay.

It is 33.14 north,

And 44.22 east.

All right. You see the code, sir?

Yes, I see the code.

All right, relay it to us

in the phonetic alphabet.

That'll constitute your authorization.

7-5-Juliet-kilo-Romeo-

Lima-8-golf-5-niner.

Let me say that again.

7-5-Juliet-kilo-Romeo-Lima-

8-golf-5-niner.

7-5-Juliet-kilo-Romeo-Lima-8-golf-5-niner.

Sir, you are authorizing the

release of free-falling,

strategic nuclear weapons on Baghdad, Iraq.

That's right.

Mr. president,

your codes are now being

electronically delivered to the b-2.

We have finally been able to make

satellite audio contact with Eric Vince,

our correspondent in Baghdad.

Eric? Eric,

can you hear me?

- Eric Vince, are you there?

- Yeah, I can hear you just fine now, Gerry.

- Are you okay?

- - I'm here to tell you that here in Baghdad...

Pandemonium that I have never seen

in my entire professional career.

I can tell you... honey, I'm getting through.

Really? Yeah, maybe the storm...

Hello?

Yeah, h-hello?

Yeah. Hello.

Mrs. Fisher.

Yes, Mr. woods. Yes, I know it's late.

I'm sorry to wake you, but Lizzie and

I want to talk to Dylan. Is he...

No, no, I'm sure he's asleep.

Of course he's asleep.

We just wanted to get

one... hi, this is Lizzie.

We just want to talk to Dylan, okay?

Eric, I should tell you,

if you do not already know this,

that it is more than understandable...

For you to put down the phone

and head out of the city now...

For your own protection.

Well, Gerry, I see

12 million people on the street,

all trying to get out of the city.

They're either on foot or they're in cars.

I'm told more people have died by being trampled

to death than died the entire Gulf war.

How many reporters get to say morituri...

As I do to you and to my

family, my friends at ibs.

Not many, Eric.

When daddy gets home, he's gonna give you...

A million, zillion... A million, zillion...

Good night dream drops.

What the f*** are you doing?

Mr. woods, we were

very clear about this.

We asked you repeatedly to stay off the

phone. We've been very clear about the phone.

I'm... give me the f***in' phone back.

Hello.

No. No, your daddy will

call you back, okay, buddy?

That's my... I'm just speaking to my kid.

They're dropping a bomb on my kid!

That's my son on the phone.

Give me the f***in'...

Let me talk to him!

You motherf***er! Please try

to lose your threatening tone.

Please, sir. Are you gonna shoot me now?

Are you gonna shoot me now?

Mr. woods, you're gonna have

to calm down right now.

Ten minutes before we all die, are you

gonna kill me? You have to calm down.

That makes a lot of f***ing sense.

We'll all be fine.

I'm fine. Give me the f...

Come on.

You can understand stress

at a time like this.

Please, Taylor, please.

Sit down, Mr. woods.

Let the man stand, please. I appreciate

what we all have to do here.

If you have something you need

to say, please, let's hear it.

Let's hear it now. What is it? You...

You have no right.

Regretfully, I am the only one

that does have this right.

No, you have no moral right.

You were never elected.

You can't even make the shallow argument

you have a mandate of the people.

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