Sure, and Enron will collapse, too.
CLARKE'S OFFICE -- DAY
Clarke is at his desk. He's leafing through a stack of papers, when one catches his eye. The title of the memo is "Bin Laden Determined to Strike U.S." Clarke leaps to his feet, then runs out of his office.
OVAL OFFICE -- DAY
Clarke runs into the Oval Office, breathless. President Bush sits at his desk, playing Mario Bros. on his Game Boy.
Mr. President, my suspicions have been confirmed. I've warned you -- WARNED YOU! -- that Osama was planning something big.
Bin Laden! How many times do I have to tell you people?!
Osama is a funny word. Osama, Kerbama, Romama, Yurmama, Cherbama, Blamgama, Pajama ...
Clarke storms out as Bush continues to babble mindlessly.
Video of Sept. 11 World Trade Center attacks.
V.O. of news anchors reporting the attacks.
INT. CABINET ROOM
BUSH (to Clarke)
This was Saddam.
Mr. President, there's no evidence of that. This looks like the work of Al Qaeda and Osama Bin Laden.
Don't lie to me, Richie. You're either with us, or against us. This was done by Saddam. He tried to kill my daddy, and I'm gonna make that sucker pay.
Mr. President, there's no evidence that Saddam had anything to do with this! I've been warning you about Osama for months!
BUSH (begins to suck his thumb, petulantly)
Well, fine, if you say so. But try to find out how Saddam's involved. Do I at least get to bomb somebody? Somebody Muslim? I hate those ragheads. They don't believe in my favorite philosopher, Jesus.
That's what Pat and Jerry told me.
Vice President Cheney enters the room.
I'll take it from here, George. You go back to playing with your blocks. And, yes, we get to bomb somebody.
Cheney puts his arm around Bush and smiles evilly.