Fair Game

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Jessica McDowell, Gnosos Chemicals.

When do you leave Kuala Lumpur,

Miss McDowell?

I fly to Taiwan Tuesday,

then back to Dsseldorf.

Mr. Tabir is very busy this morning.

I can imagine.

Seeing as we are waiting

why don't you practice

your little pitch on me?

Actually, if it's all the same, I'll just be...

I know all of my uncle's business.

He trusts me.

Begin.

Well, I'm sure you're aware

that recently your subsidiary

developed an organic, ester-based lubricant

derived from kernel oil that makes...

You are American?

Canadian, actually. I'm from Toronto.

A Maple Leaf fan?

No, not really.

You must be the only person from Toronto

who's not a hockey fan.

Oh, I'm a fan.

Dad's from Vancouver so I'm a Canuck.

Between us, the Maple Leafs suck.

They should never have signed Mark Bell.

Guy's a liability on and off the ice.

So, who's your team?

I don't like hockey.

Unfortunately, Mr. Tabir

has no window this morning.

He extends an invitation

to a private reception at his residence.

Well, if that's okay. I don't want to intrude.

Come to the party.

Why are we stopping?

Miss McDowell,

my uncle believes

trust is something you earn.

He doesn't trust people

until he knows them very, very well.

But he trusts you, Hafiz.

How do you know my name?

Your car was swept an hour ago.

Do not get out.

If you get out of this car, I can't protect you.

- Who are you?

- Let go of my arm.

- Who are you?

- Now!

Your uncle's in business

with Abu Domar Khan.

Khan has made contact

with a terror organization

via an aid agency in Pakistan.

They're seeking materials

to build a weapon.

- That's bullshit.

- We need information about your uncle.

Contacts. Shipments.

If you help us, we help you.

If you don't, your brother dies.

And tomorrow you're sitting

next to your uncle in a cell in Thailand

and it won't be me asking the questions.

- No. No, you can't help him.

- We can help him, Hafiz.

Listen to me,

because I promise you one thing.

Right now you have no idea

what we can and cannot do.

You'll get a call at 8:00 a. m.

You'll be asked if you need a cleaner.

You want her to come three mornings

per week, do you understand?

I said, do you understand?

Tonight I want to take a few minutes

to discuss a great threat to peace,

and America's determination

to lead the world in confronting that threat.

The decision has been made to increase

the threat condition designation

currently classified at Elevated Risk

to increase that threat condition

designation to the High Risk category.

9/11 and its aftermath

awakened this nation to danger.

To the true ambitions

of the global terror network.

The state police are investigating

an Anthrax scare.

Threatening letters with a white substance.

The Nuclear Regulatory Commission

has placed the nation's nuclear plants

on their highest level of security.

A terrorist attack is now highly likely.

What do we know after September 11th?

We know these terrorist networks

will use any means they can

to cause maximum death and destruction.

And we will take whatever action

is necessary

to defend our freedom and our security.

America strikes back.

Afghanistan is pounded

with bombs and missiles

from the air and from sea.

American-led military attacks

against targets throughout Afghanistan

continue tonight.

He couldn't slow down for, like, 400 yards.

And yet, I'm incredible in bed.

They are targeting

both Osama bin Laden's training camps

and Taliban military.

Listen, Steven and I are not gonna go

on the same plane together.

We're not even

going to take a train together.

We took the train to your mom's.

It only takes one

to fly into a nuclear power plant.

- One.

A sarin attack on Disneyworld.

Yeah, but whatever they're telling us,

we're totally vulnerable.

I mean, who is protecting us?

Would you risk taking your kids

to Disneyworld right now?

- Would you do that?

- Absolutely not.

I'd be terrified of exposing my children

to what adds up to a clearinghouse

for crap merchandise

and disappointing rides.

Joe thinks Disneyworld is Vegas for kids.

So, Valerie, what do you do?

I work in venture capital.

Brewster Jennings, here in Georgetown.

Oh, cool. Like Net start-ups?

- Exactly. Retail consumer.

Mmm-hmm.

We create pooled investment vehicles.

It's actually pretty boring.

You get on a plane.

Two guys in turbans, seats 1A, 1 B.

And they look nervous

and they're sweating, they're sweaty

and they're saying prayers.

What do you do?

Steve, you have a kid, right?

You're off that plane.

You're calling the cops.

If we're honest, we all are.

Joe? You know you are.

Come on, you see these two guys

on a plane. Turbans.

Sweating. Prayers. The whole thing.

What do you say? What's the call?

Well, Jeff.

He started it.

Yeah, every time. Every time we go out.

He asked me a question.

I gave a full and considered response.

He was drunk, Joe.

Everybody's had a hard day.

They're just trying to let off steam.

By invoking quasi-racist conundra?

He's a parent.

Is he teaching his four-year-old

to fear all men in turbans?

It's Diana's birthday.

Jeff's her oldest friend.

- So?

- So you can't call him a racist p*ssy.

It's not funny, Joe.

It's not funny. It's a very serious subject.

And if by not keeping quiet while someone

spouts obnoxious crap

makes you an a**hole, then I'm an a**hole.

You knew that when you married me.

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