Creating Reality: The Visual Effects of 'The Sum of All Fears'

- You sure it's the Russians?

- 100%, sir.

Submarine launched 12 to 15 megatons.

They went to strike status 15 minutes prior

CINC-LANT reports he Roosevelt

splashed six incoming cruise missiles

The Russians are moving west through Polland

If they head for Germany, they got Berlin brigade

but they are outnumbered.

Sir, we've got a launch from Alyesk,

Central Russia.

What the hell is in Alyesk?

SS-18 ICBMs. Probable targets:

New York, Washington, here.

- How good is this ceiling?

- Anything but a direct hit.

Satellites confirm birds in the air,

first impact estimated 25 minutes.

- Is that accurate?

- It's accurate.

- Sir, I advise we go to DEFCON-1.

- Get President Zorkin on the hotline.

Zorkin is missing. We have reports

of a coup in Moscow.

General Bulgakov

is calling the shots now.

Who the hell is Bulgakov?

The a**hole who wanted

to use nukes in Chechnya.

Sir, DEFCON-1. We're out of time.

Do it.

Mr President.

It'll take a minute for the launch

to process after you give the order.

Before the order can be taken,

an ID check must be performed.

My ID number is fifth from the top.

- Sir, it's your wife on 2104.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

- The order must be confirmed

- By someone on the approved list.

- Sh*t.

Gene Revell,

National Security Advisor.

Is it black tie? OK. I'm on my way.

Can we...

...finish this up some other time?

No.

We've got to update these fire drills,

Billy.

If the sh*t ever hits the fan,

I'm not going underground.

It's a goddamn tomb down there.

We have to choose someone else to

face off against besides the Russians.

Really? Let's see. Who else has

It's the guy with one I'm worried about.

I have to send some folks to Russia,

inspect their nuclear decommissioning

facility at Armazas.

- Arzamas.

- Yeah, whatever.

- Someone from your staff should go.

- I'll go.

- Billy, send staff.

- I want to go.

OK.

Don't underestimate Zorkin. Between

his economy, crime, Chechnya...

- His liver.

- What's left of it. How is he?

He's scheduled a press conference

for today, so we know he can sit up.

Chechnya is part of Russia.

Only criminals and their friends

in the West who wish it to be separate.

Mr President, if you will kindly

come back...

Do you guys see what I see?

- His jacket?

- He used to be able to button it up.

He's getting fat.

I know how he feels.

Oh, wow. Look at that.

Maybe it's not the same jacket.

Yeah, it has shiny sleeves. He wore it

the last time he got out of the hospital.

- He's off the diet.

- And off the wagon. He slurred...

That must be why Cherlinski is there,

to keep him off the sauce.

Where's Cherlinski?

Next to... What's her name?

The chick with the brown hair.

- Elena Rishkov.

- That is not Cherlinski.

Bzz! Busted. It's Cherlinski.

You're thinking Cherpitski. It ain't him.

- I know. It's Cherlinski.

- No, it's not. Trust me.

He's next to Elena Rishkov. He was

banging her at the Geneva summit.

Cherlinski was not at Geneva.

Cherpitski was.

Cherpitski was banging Elena Rishkov?

I just said Zorkin's putting on weight.

Why reduce it to sex? It's disgusting.

I agree. Write it up.

If he is putting on weight,

that might have health consequences,

so get it in the afternoon brief.

Oh, and somebody find out who is

banging Elena Rishkov. This is good.

What shall we make of Chechnya

asking the West for protection?

She is like a beautiful virgin, escaping

the clutches of a lecherous bear,

and running to Bill Clinton

to save her maidenhood.

A poet once wrote, "Meet the new

boss, same as the old boss."

He could have been writing of us,

of Europe in the 21 st century.

Over 50 years of America and Russia

imposing their will

on the European community,

East and West,

and we're still treated like children...

...but without the toys

or the goodnight chocolates.

Each day we lose a little bit more

of our separate sovereign ability

to determine our own futures

and each day the world comes just a

little bit closer to that terrible moment

when the beating of a butterfly's wings

unleashes a hurricane...

...God himself cannot stop.

Is that yours or mine?

It must be yours. Mine's just for show.

It's not the hospital.

- Hi.

- You're still here.

Well, I think to be accurate,

it's actually you who's still here.

Oh, right.

Not that I'm complaining.

Jack...

I know this is new and all, but...

...I have something I have to say

or I'm going to explode.

I don't want you to be scared.

What?

You're in love with me.

Jack, I'm a medical professional.

I can read the symptoms.

You're definitely in love with me.

And that scares you?

Not even a little.

But I think it scares you.

No, not even a little.

And for the record,

you're the one who brought it up.

Forget it.

- I'm gonna get it.

- No way. It'll stop.

I don't know who this is.

- Just go about your business.

- The timing sucks.

Do what you have to do. I understand.

Yes, this is Dr Muller.

Muller. You paged me.

Hello.

Stop! Yes, this is Jack Ryan.

Jesus.

OK. I'll be there in half an hour.

I gotta go. I have an emergency

at work.

I have to go. I'm sorry.

Cathy, how about dinner tonight?

Yeah.

- How about tomorrow night?

- Jack, I said yes to tonight.

I know.

What kind of emergency

does a historian have?

He died at 0420 Zulu. 8/ hours

later, they swore in a new president.

- Who is he?

- Alexander Nemerov.

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