Fair Game Page #8

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what the President said

or what the President didn't say,

whether it's accurate or not,

and you have someone who says,

"I'm sent over there

"by the Vice President of the United States

and George Tenet to investigate this, "

and instead it turns out he was sent over

at the recommendation of his wife...

There he is!

Is it him?

- Mr. Wilson...

- This is private property.

- You're trespassing.

- Mr. Wilson, did the Vice President...

Please get off my property!

- I have no comment!

Mr. Wilson,

- was the Niger trip a free holiday?

- Get off the property.

A boondoggle?

Have you been lying to us from the start?

I never lied. I didn't receive any payment.

My wife didn't send me. Now, leave.

- Did the taxpayers pay for your vacation...

- All of you, leave!

...Mr. Wilson?

- It wasn't a vacation.

It was a fact-finding mission

in the lead-up to a war.

- What? What?

Are you against our troops?

- Get off my property!

- Are you against our troops?

All the way off the property!

Mr. Wilson, people are saying

that your wife doesn't actually work

for the CIA.

Is it true she's just a secretary?

Mr. Wilson, is it true that you

donated money to the Kerry campaign?

Mr. Wilson, your wife's a nobody!

Well, I think it's really all about the money.

We're talking about a third-rate CIA agent

who had a government salary,

and now she's out.

She could have transferred somewhere else

within the CIA.

She didn't have to leave.

Probably the CIA wanted her to leave

because she had already been in the press

without their permission.

It's come out that she was considered

kind of a mediocre agent at best.

Can I just take this pillow?

When we were at The Farm

training to be field officers,

they picked out four or five of us

and told us we stood out.

We were bound, hooded,

thrown into separate cells.

They deprived us of sleep,

beat us.

All we had to do was give up the name

of one of the others.

Just one name.

They push you until they find it.

Until they find the point at which you break.

And one by one, everybody broke

except me.

And that made me feel special.

You can't break me.

I don't have a breaking point.

I was wrong.

I'm gonna walk down the stairs

because I can't run down them.

Okay. You go safely,

but, let's go. Quickly.

Don't forget your jacket. Trevor.

Okay, say goodbye to your father.

- Hey, guys.

We're going on a mystery tour!

I know you are. Come here. Come here.

I'm going to see you both real soon.

Why aren't you coming, Daddy?

- I'm going to see you really soon.

- Okay, let's get in the car, guys.

You got it?

Come on, let's go, guys.

Okay.

I'm getting soaked!

- Grandma!

- Grandma.

- Hi, baby. Hi.

- Hello, Mom.

Hi, baby, how are you?

Hey, Trevor, my goodness, how big you are!

Come on in.

Okay, now do you want

a red one or a green one?

Red one!

- Okay.

Red one!

- Here's a red one and...

Apple?

Apple and caramels, I think.

So, what color apple do you want?

Red.

- Okay.

Green.

- You want a green? Oh, good. I'm glad.

Afghanistan could quickly revert back to...

The governments of Niger and Burkina Faso

are interested in exploiting the

gold reserves along their common border.

There's not a lot of interest,

as gold's at $150 an ounce.

But it would compliment your holdings

in East Africa and the concession's cheap.

My friend.

- Joe Wilson.

- Karl Moleo Guderron.

- Such a pleasure.

- Nice to meet you.

How is your wife, Joe?

She's fine. She's well. She's...

Excuse me? Can I just... A black eye,

two shots of espresso, strong coffee.

I'm not very hungry.

How long are you in town?

Just a few days.

Komolea and I are excited

to hear your proposal.

Can I help you? Excuse me, can I help you?

No. I was just telling these men

that you, sir, are a fraud.

This is a private lunch.

- Could you leave now, please? Thank you.

- This man is a liar and a traitor.

- He is in the pay of left-wing hate groups.

- She's just a reporter.

He's a Democrat stooge

and he's an anti-war zealot.

- He has stabbed our troops in the back!

- Okay, leave now.

- Excuse me, I'm very sorry.

- Wilson, you've got blood on your hands

- and your wife is a traitor and a fantasist.

- Okay, okay, leave my table.

How dare you talk about my wife.

You don't know her, you don't know me.

- Now leave now!

- Very nice.

- You gentlemen should know...

- She's gonna leave.

...you're having lunch with a traitor!

- I think we should leave.

- Please, don't.

- No, we should.

- Did you hear the way that this man just...

- Shame on you.

You call yourself a reporter?

Shame on you!

You're nothing but a self-promoting hack!

B*tch.

Taxi!

Palisades.

- You okay?

- I'm fine.

You're him. I see you on TV.

- You're Joe Wilson.

- No, I'm not.

- Yes, brother, I see you on TV.

- That's somebody else.

No, no, I know you.

My name is Joe, too.

I'm from Sierra Leone. Freetown.

You've been there, right?

You like Freetown?

Joe, you and I both know

Freetown's a shithole.

That's the truth.

That's the truth right there, brother.

Yes, indeed, Sierra Leone is dying.

There's too much injustice

and corruption in Sierra Leone.

People at the top have too much power,

way too much power.

But people can't see that from over here.

Over here, in America, it's a different world.

- I wouldn't be so sure of that.

- How can you say that?

Land of the free, brother, home of the brave.

Joe, could you pull over? I'm just gonna...

Pull over here, I'm gonna walk.

Keep the change.

That's cheating!

I got it!

Ready?

Above your head! Above your head!

Swing your rope!

How is he?

He's okay. He's better.

He's shaking through.

I win.

There. There they are.

Do you see those guys?

Those little yellow fellas?

- Yeah, I see them.

- See that?

There's a name for them.

I used to know the name for them.

Some kind of... They're beautiful.

I think my marriage is over, Dad.

I know my little gal doesn't say anything

until she absolutely has to.

There's going to be

another Congressional Investigation.

He wants me to speak out.

Go on the record.

Like that would suddenly make

all of this go away.

We can't even speak to each other.

I can remember

saying exactly the same thing.

July, '72.

Me and your mom weren't getting along,

we were fighting all the time.

I guess she just plain had enough

of moving house.

It wasn't until I retired,

that I realized

that we never did have a home.

We must have moved 20 different times,

I don't know.

Germany. Singapore. Australia. England.

You had 20 different chances

to introduce yourself as someone new.

You turned out all right, though. Okay.

I mean, you're responsible.

A little too serious, maybe.

It made you tough, though, huh?

Real tough.

Probably tougher than me

and your mom could ever understand.

I just can't see how this comes around.

Not this time.

Not anymore.

What they did was wrong, Val.

It was just plain wrong.

Don't you ever forget that.

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