Ameristan 
                       Written by Charles Welty 
                       Registered WGAw #1012556 
 
                                ACT ONE
 
      BLACK SCREEN. We HEAR the O.S. ARABIC MORNING SALATU-L-FAJR 
      or "Call to Prayer" as a SUPERED TEXT CRAWLS UP THE SCREEN:
 
                In June of 1991, Siraj Wahaj, an 
                African-American convert to Islam 
                and a recipient of the American Muslim 
                Communities' highest honors, delivered 
                the daily prayer at the U.S. House 
                of Representatives.
 
                Citing the Qur'an, Wahaj prayed that 
                the "Almighty" would guide American 
                leaders and "grant them righteousness 
                and wisdom".
 
      HOLD FOR A BEAT as the text crawls off the screen, then we... 
 
      FADE IN:
 
  1   EXT. AL-FAJIR MOSQUE -- EVENING                                1   
 
      ESTABLISH the modern mosque. SUPER TEXT: Al-Fajir Mosque, 
      Houston. We might as well be in Medina, except for the 
      AMERICAN CARS in the parking lot. We HEAR the O.S. SOUNDS OF 
      TRAFFIC. LOSE SUPER, then we CUT TO: 
 
  2   INT. AL-FAJIR MOSQUE -- EVENING                                2   
 
      MUSLIM MEN are kneeling in prayer. In unison, they move from 
      their kneeling positions and then sit as ABU KAREEM steps 
      INTO THE SHOT. He wears a small lapel microphone as he speaks. 
 
                            KAREEM
                My friends. My... Muslim friends. I 
                have been asked to speak today on 
                Islam and America. 
 
      INTERCUT, as Kareem speaks to VARIOUS MUSLIM MEN who are 
      listening to the speech. Some of the MUSLIM MEN listen with 
      skepticism. OTHERS listen impassively.
 
      TOWARD THE BACK, the MUSLIM WOMEN listen from behind an 
      articulated partition, as all mosques are segregated by sex. 
 
                            KAREEM (CONT'D)
                America, my friends, is the last 
                challenge for the one true faith. 
 
      Kareem pauses, looking around the room at his listeners.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One          2.
 
  2   CONTINUED:                                                     2   
 
                            KAREEM (CONT'D)
                What do we see... all around us... 
                if not lawlessness, immorality, and 
                disorder? Where does this come from, 
                if not from a heretical disregard of 
                Sharia, our sacred Islamic law?
 
      Kareem steps to one side. He pulls out a penny.
 
                            KAREEM (CONT'D)
                Look at this coin. An American penny. 
                     (looks closely at coin)
                What does it say, right here? 
                     (points to coin, reads)
                In God we trust. Really? Whose God? 
 
      OUR CAMERA comes to rest on TARIG SAEG, handsome, mid-30's, 
      dressed like a businessman, but not one you would recognize 
      as a radical Islamist. Kareem continues as Saeg considers 
      what Kareem is saying.
 
                            KAREEM (CONT'D)
                God is not allowed... in the 
                classroom. God is not allowed... in 
                the courtroom. God is not allowed... 
                in the city hall. And God is not 
                allowed... in the Congress, in the 
                Senate, or even in the local school 
                board. And I ask myself... Why?
 
      Kareem shuts his palm around the coin.
 
                            KAREEM (CONT'D)
                To us, the answer is simple. The god 
                of America is not the god of Islam! 
                     (holds up the coin)
                It is not the powerless god of the 
                Jews that America needs. America 
                needs... Allah!
 
      The MUSLIM MEN around Saeg WALLA their agreement.
 
      KAREEM continues, still holding the coin. 
 
                            KAREEM (CONT'D)
                If only we Muslims were more clever 
                politically! We should be running 
                for every school board, for every 
                mayoral race, for every state senate 
                campaign... 
 
      SAEG listens to this with caution as Kareem continues.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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  2   CONTINUED: (2)                                                 2   
 
                            KAREEM (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                ...and for every state assembly race. 
                At the national level, we need 
                candidates for every congressional 
                contest. And we need to enter every 
                U.S. Senate race.
 
      KAREEM pockets the coin.
 
                            KAREEM (CONT'D)
                United, we can legally take over 
                these "united" states and replace 
                its constitutional government with a 
                new government... our own caliphate.
 
      SAEG listens to this last statement with a look of surprise 
      on his face. Kareem continues to speak as Saeg listens.
 
                            KAREEM (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                United and strong, we will elect our 
                own leader and give allegiance... 
                     (his hand slowly moves 
                     to his chest)
                ...to him. 
                     (then, quickly)
                And to Islam!
 
      Kareem's gaze comes to rest on Saeg.
 
                            KAREEM (CONT'D)
                You can take my word, the word of 
                Abu Kareem! If the eight million 
                Muslims now in America unite, we 
                won't have to pursue America. 
 
      SAEG reacts as Kareem speaks.
 
                            KAREEM (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                With its crime, corruption, and out 
                of control society, my Muslim friends, 
                America... will come to us!
 
      KAREEM looks over the assembled worshipers for a beat. 
 
                            KAREEM (CONT'D)
                We don't need bombs or bullets to 
                bring America to sharia! Ballots 
                will suffice!
 
      He raises his arm with a now open palm and shouts...
 
                            KAREEM (CONT'D)
                Allahu akhbar!
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One          4.
 
  2   CONTINUED: (3)                                                 2   
 
      Kareem, still holding his open hand above his head, slowly 
      closes his hand into a clenched fist again. 
 
      THE CROWD OF MEN stand. They begin to shout out "Allahu 
      akhbar!" with raised, clenched fists. 
 
      TARIQ SAEG stands, too, but his fist is not raised at first. 
      Gaining more confidence as the men continue to chant, he 
      raises his fist above his head, shaking it in time to the 
      chants. 
 
      KAREEM nods approvingly. 
 
      SAEG and the men around him continue to shout "Allahu akhbar!" -
      in unison. We HOLD FOR A BEAT on Saeg's face, then we CUT 
      TO:
 
  3   EXT. SAYHUT DESALINIZATION PLANT, YEMEN COAST -- DAY           3   
 
      ESTABLISH an enormous construction compound. SUPER TEXT: 
      Southern coast of Yemen, north of Sayhut.
 
      Large EARTHMOVING EQUIPMENT moves ACROSS THE FRAME. LOSE 
      SUPER as a LARGE STAKEBED TRUCK pulls INTO THE SHOT. We SEE 
      cases marked "C-4" and "For Construction Use Only." We SEE 
      the logo of "Bin-Salem Chemical and Construction Supply" on 
      the cases of explosives, along with a BIN-SALEM logo. 
 
      INTO VIEW -- A LARGE SIGN tells us the name of the project: 
      Sayhut Desalinization Plant. $10 Billion American tax dollars 
      at work.
 
      On the sign is the photo of a smiling ALFORD DICKINSON and 
      with the enigmatic words "Ind-TX" and his name beneath the 
      full-color photo. (We will meet Dickinson later in our story.) 
 
      We also SEE the name "Bin-Salem Construction" on the sign, 
      along with a logo similar to the chemical logo we saw on the 
      cases of explosives. Beneath the logo are the NAMES OF THE 
      CITIES in the East where the Bin-Salem name is known: Riyadh, 
      Sanaa, Amman. Underneath these cities we SEE names more common 
      to the West: Berlin, London, New York. 
 
      INTO THE SHOT and BLOCKING OUR VIEW OF THE SIGN steps the 
      CONSTRUCTION FOREMAN, wearing a metal hardhat over his Arab 
      headdress. He holds a small, remote-controlled detonator. He 
      YELLS in Arabic to a GROUP OF WORKERS wearing hardhats as 
      OTHER WORKERS in the b.g. scurry into a concrete-block 
      shelter. We SEE the subtitles in English.
 
                            FOREMAN
                     (in Arabic)
                Inside! All of you! It is not your 
                time to meet Allah!
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One          5.
 
  3   CONTINUED:                                                     3   
 
      We HEAR a CELL PHONE RING. The foreman pulls out his phone 
      and we WIPE TO:
 
  4   EXT. BANQUE DE COMMERCE INTERNATIONALE -- DAY                  4   
 
      ESTABLISH an enormous multistory glass office building. We 
      SEE the NAME OF THE BANK on a stone marque in front of the 
      edifice: Banque de Commerce Internationale, Amman, Jordan. 
 
      We HEAR the CELL PHONE as it CONTINUES TO RING O.S., and we 
      HOLD FOR A BEAT, then CUT TO:
 
  5   INT. ALI BIN-SALEM'S OFFICE -- DAY                             5   
 
      ALI BIN-SALEM sits in an enormous leather-backed chair in 
      his office in the Banque de Commerce Internationale. He faces 
      away from us. A large 3-panel computer display screen with 
      ARABIC FIGURES stretches across the right side of the desk.
 
      Bin-Salem's arm reaches out from behind the leather chair. 
      The unseen bin-Salem lifts the receiver from the SPEAKER 
      PHONE from which the RING SOUND emanates. 
 
      We SEE an LCD readout on the phone: ENCRYPTION ENABLED. We 
      CUT BACK TO:
 
  6   EXT. SAYHUT DESALINIZATION PLANT, YEMEN COAST -- DAY           6   
 
      The foreman speaks cryptically.
 
                            FOREMAN
                     (in Arabic)
                Yes, Mr. bin-Salem. We're right on 
                time.
                     (listens for a beat)
                The Star of Medina? Next Friday, 
                before dusk? Yes, sir, the "Light of 
                Allah" shipment will be on time.
                     (another beat)
                Fine. I'm ready to make the connection 
                now.
                     (another beat)
                Right away, sir. 
 
      The foreman lifts a small cable that hangs down from the 
      detonator and connects it to a port on the cell phone.
 
      INSERT -- THE DETONATOR
 
      We SEE the words "REMOTE ENABLED" on the LCD display panel 
      of the detonator. TWO NEW WORDS scroll across the LCD screen: 
      "ENTER PASSWORD".
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One          6.
 
  6   CONTINUED:                                                     6   
 
      BACK TO SCENE 
 
                            FOREMAN (CONT'D)
                     (in Arabic)
                Ready, sir.
 
  7   INT. ALI BIN-SALEM'S OFFICE -- DAY                             7   
 
      THE HAND of the UNSEEN BIN-SALEM punches a series of buttons 
      on his desk phone, slowly spelling out the word "JIHAD": 5-4-
      4-2-3. He holds for a beat, then punches the "#" button. We 
      CUT TO:
 
  8   EXT. SAYHUT DESALINIZATION PLANT, YEMEN COAST -- DAY           8   
 
      FAVORING THE FOREMAN, who turns to see, in the b.g., an 
      ENORMOUS EXPLOSION that throws dirt into the air for a length 
      of about a half a mile.
 
      Satisfied, the foreman TURNS BACK TOWARD CAMERA. He 
      disconnects the detonator from his cell phone.
 
                            FOREMAN
                Success! Another kilometer of pipeline 
                can now be laid. Allahu akhbar!
 
      The foreman closes his cell phone. He places the phone and 
      the detonator into his pocket as CLODS OF DIRT rain around 
      him. HOLD FOR A BEAT, then CUT TO:
 
  9   INT. ALI BIN-SALEM'S OFFICE -- DAY                             9   
 
      ALI BIN-SALEM spins slowly around in his chair so we can see 
      his face. We SEE an OMAR SHARIF TYPE, dark-skinned and wearing 
      a graying beard. Bin-Salem is dressed in the clothes of a 
      conservative Muslim. HOLD FOR A BEAT on his remarkably serene 
      face, then CUT TO:
 
 10   EXT. BYRON MIDDLE SCHOOL -- MORNING                           10   
 
      FROM a HIGH ANGLE, we ESTABLISH a typical middle school. 
      JUNIOR HIGH STUDENTS move into the building. SUPER TEXT: 
      Byron, California.
 
      CAMERA LOWERS as we LOSE SUPER and we FAVOR one particular 
      student, SANDRA EDMOND, 13 years of age, a slender brunette, 
      as she COMES INTO VIEW. We SEE EARRINGS hanging from her 
      pierced ears. A SMALL GOLDEN CROSS hangs from the lobe of 
      each ear -- modest, not ostentatious. She heads into the 
      building as OTHER STUDENTS greet her ad lib. She is a popular 
      student.
 
 
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One          7.
 
 
 
 11   INT. BYRON MIDDLE SCHOOL CLASSROOM -- MORNING                 11   
 
      A Social Studies teacher, MR. ABENDROTH, is posting a large 
      poster that features the Islamic symbol, a crescent moon, to 
      a bulletin board as the last of the STUDENTS enter the room. 
      The BELL RINGS indicating that class is in session as Sandra 
      slips into her seat.
 
                            ABENDROTH
                Today we begin our studies of one of 
                the world's great religions -- Islam.
 
      Abendroth slides a copy of the California middle school 
      history textbook Across the Centuries onto Sandra's desk.
 
                            ABENDROTH (CONT'D)
                As an added part of your studies, I 
                am assigning what's called an 
                interactive role playing module. 
                From the beginning of this lesson, 
                you and your fellow classmates will 
                become Muslims. 
                     (off Sandra's look of 
                     shock)
                Well, not actually. It's just a... 
                game. Your assignment is to study 
                the material, then write an essay on 
                what Jihad means to you.
 
      SANDRA raises her hand, already uncomfortable with the 
      assignment. 
 
                            SANDRA
                     (shaking her head)
                Mr. Abendroth...?
 
      ABENDROTH sees the cross earrings dangling from her ears. He 
      looks at her coldly.
 
                            ABENDROTH
                Sandra Edmond... am I going to have 
                trouble with you?
 
      SANDRA looks uncomfortable for a beat, then we CUT TO: 
 
 12   EXT. U.S. CAPITOL BUILDING -- DAY                             12   
 
      ESTABLISH the capitol building. We SEE the American flag 
      flying proudly from its place on top of the triangle-shaped 
      portico at the front of the building. We HEAR the SOUNDS of 
      DOZENS OF MOTORIZED CAMERA SHUTTERS and the O.S. AD LIB CRIES 
      of "Congressman Dickinson!" by the REPORTERS. HOLD FOR A 
      BEAT, then CUT TO:
 
 
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One          8.
 
 
 
 13   INT. CAPITOL HALLWAY -- DAY                                   13   
 
      Dozens of REPORTERS, some with VIDEO cameras, some with FLASH 
      CAMERAS, and others with MICROPHONES, all try to get a piece 
      of the action as ALFORD DICKINSON, mid-40s, tall, craggy 
      good looks, moves down the hallway. The two REPORTERS closest 
      to Dickinson move aggressively to question him. DARRYL HARB, 
      a field reporter for the Internet World News, is one of the 
      two reporters. BECCA JESSON, mid-30s, blonde, with CNN, is 
      the other. Harb gets to Dickinson first.
 
                            HARB
                Congressman Dickinson! 
 
      Dickinson points to Harb. Jesson and the other sharks relent.
 
                            HARB (CONT'D)
                As committee chairman, you pushed a 
                compromise bill through the House 
                that virtually guarantees a student 
                exchange program between the U.S. 
                and the Muslim nations that hate us. 
                Given the attitude of these countries 
                toward America, do you really think 
                your exchange program is such a good 
                idea?
 
      Dickinson stops. The entourage stops. Dickinson looks Harb 
      over for a moment.
 
                            DICKINSON
                Harb, is it? Mr. Harb, how do you 
                expect these countries to change 
                their attitudes unless we let their 
                young people come and see for 
                themselves what we are all about?
 
                            HARB
                Congressman, what if the students 
                they send aren't really...?
 
      Dickinson points to Jesson, ignoring the rest of the question.
 
                            DICKINSON
                Miss Jesson. Nice outfit.
 
      She doesn't let Dickinson's patronizing attitude faze her 
      one bit. 
 
                            JESSON
                Ms. Jesson. There's talk that you're 
                up for nomination as Speaker. Any 
                truth to that?
 
      Dickinson looks her over as he did Harb, but he turns away 
      with a deprecating smile. Harb notices the slight and moves 
      in for the kill.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 13   CONTINUED:                                                    13   
 
                            HARB
                How about it, Congressman? You next 
                in line for the President's job?
 
                            DICKINSON
                That's... out of my hands.
 
                            JESSON
                You backed ten billion in loan 
                guarantees for the Sayhut plant in 
                Yemen, a country known for harboring 
                terrorists. 
 
      Dickinson finally takes Ms. Jesson seriously. He turns his 
      gaze back to her, irritated.
 
                            JESSON (CONT'D)
                Isn't it true that Ali bin-Salem's 
                conglomerate is the primary 
                beneficiary of those funds? 
 
                            DICKINSON
                Ms. Jesson. Those funds were 
                appropriated with the full consent 
                of both the House and the Senate. If 
                you have a problem with any of the 
                appropriations, go see Senator Kennedy 
                or Senator Clinton. They're both on 
                the Senate Armed Services Committee.
                     (deprecating, points)
                That's on the other side, Ms. Jenson. 
 
      Dickinson turns and heads into a committee hearing room as 
      Jesson steps aside. 
 
                            JESSON
                     (mutters)
                That's Jesson.
 
      CHARLES, the SERGEANT AT ARMS, bars the reporters from 
      entering. Dickinson claps the Sergeant at Arms on the shoulder 
      a couple of times before he enters.
 
                            DICKINSON
                Mornin', Charlie! How's the kids?
 
      Without waiting for a reply, Dickinson heads into the room 
      as all of the reporters except for Harb disburse. Charles, 
      offended at the over-familiarity, expresses his disgust under 
      his breath.
 
                            CHARLES
                     (muttering)
                It's Charles, you arrogant ass.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 13   CONTINUED: (2)                                                13   
 
      JESSON hears this. Charles gestures, a tip of a non-existent 
      hat to Jesson. She shakes her head as she moves away.
 
      HARB hears this, too. A soft smile crosses his face. 
 
                            HARB
                That for publication, Charles?
                     (gestures to Jesson)
                Well, there's something the liberal 
                press and I can finally agree on. 
 
                            CHARLES
                     (fingers to lips, 
                     with a smile)
                You after another Pulitzer, Mr. Harb? 
                     (conspiratorial)
                Unnamed sources on the Hill...
 
                            HARB
                     (interrupting)
                Too late. No investigative prizes 
                for... 
                     (pantomimes spreading 
                     headlines on masthead)
                Dickinson -- An Arrogant Ass. 
                     (then)
                It's common knowledge already.
 
                            CHARLES
                     (laughs, then a whisper)
                I understand it's already on the 
                Congressional Record! 
                     (conspiratorial)
                Arrogant Ass Makes Speaker...
                     (louder)
                Now there's a headline for you! 
 
      They both chuckle at the joke, as we HEAR the O.S. SOUNDS of 
      a SCHOOL BELL RING, then we CUT TO:
 
 14   EXT. TAYLOR HIGH SCHOOL, HOUSTON -- MORNING                   14   
 
      ESTABLISH the modern facade of the Taylor High School in 
      Houston. STUDENTS enter and leave the main entryway as the 
      SCHOOL BELL RING CONTINUES from our previous scene. We HEAR 
      the O.S. VOICE of PRINCIPAL CASSIE NEELEY:
 
                            NEELEY
                Ms. Fisher... a moment, please? 
 
      HOLD FOR A BEAT, then CUT TO:
 
 
 
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 15   INT. TAYLOR HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY -- MORNING                    15   
 
      CASSIE NEELEY, mid-40s, conservative dress, a woman who has 
      been a school bureaucrat most of her career, flags down BOBBIE 
      SUE FISHER, 18 years old, a ditsy but striking blonde with a 
      figure to die for. As she is not one to take on any sense of 
      responsibility, Bobbie Sue is not happy to be the center of 
      Neeley's attention. She steps over to her as a BEEFY MALE 
      STUDENT wearing a Taylor Lions football jacket hurries past 
      her.
 
                            NEELEY
                     (to Eliot)
                Mr. Eliot, this isn't a scrimmage 
                line.
 
      Neeley signs some paperwork and hands it off to RICHARDS, a 
      school administrator, as Eliot slows to a walk.
 
                            NEELEY (CONT'D)
                     (to the administrator)
                Three o'clock, Mr. Richards.
 
      Richards takes the paperwork and turns away.
 
                            NEELEY (CONT'D)
                I knew I could count on you. 
                     (to Bobbie Sue)
                A word with you, Ms. Fisher...
 
      Neeley gestures to her office. 
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Ms. Neeley, I can explain...
 
                            NEELEY
                That will do, Ms. Fisher. 
 
      Bobbie Sue steps over and enters the office. Neeley closes 
      the door behind her. In the b.g., Eliot speeds off down the 
      hallway as Neeley closes the door.
 
 16   INT. PRINCIPAL NEELEY'S OFFICE -- MORNING                     16   
 
      ESTABLISH. We SEE various AWARDS and DIPLOMAS on the wall. 
      Stacks of bureaucratic stuff on a very filled desk. Two 
      institutional CHAIRS in front of the desk. In one of them 
      sits a tall, handsome young man. This is SHAHID RACHMAN, who 
      is a few years older than Bobbie Sue. When he speaks, his 
      English often seems flawed. Shahid stands as Neeley makes 
      the introductions.
 
                            NEELEY
                Allow me to present Mr. Shahid 
                Rachman.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 16   CONTINUED:                                                    16   
 
                            SHAHID
                I've come a long way to meet you.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                     (to Neeley)
                Then, you're not here about the... 
                lunch thing? That newspaper 
                reporter...
 
                            SHAHID
                Lunch thing?
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                     (to Shahid)
                Mr. Donahue, he got on my case about 
                our prayer...
 
      NEELEY is not happy to hear this. 
 
                            NEELEY
                Newspaper reporter?
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Took pictures and everything. 
 
                            NEELEY
                     (sarcastic)
                Good start, Ms. Fisher. 
                     (then)
                Mr. Rachman is our new exchange 
                student from Yemen. He's here on 
                that new Senate program.
 
                            SHAHID
                A lunch prayer?
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                One of the teachers tried to stop us 
                from saying a prayer over our lunch.
 
                            NEELEY
                Just doing his job, Ms. Fisher. Can't 
                have that sort of thing. Intimidating 
                the students. Pushing religion on 
                everybody.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                He says it's gonna make the front 
                page. 
 
      Neeley shudders at the thought of it all. 
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 16   CONTINUED: (2)                                                16   
 
                            SHAHID
                     (big smile to Fisher)
                This would not be allowed in my 
                country.
 
      Neeley reaches over to her desk and pulls a file folder from 
      the mess of papers. 
 
                            NEELEY
                See? We have something in common.
 
                            SHAHID
                You have... how do you say it? Leapt 
                to the wrong understanding?
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Jumped... to the wrong conclusion. 
                What do you mean?
 
                            SHAHID
                In my country, prayers are required 
                in school. 
                     (to Neeley)
                We pray five times a day.
 
                            NEELEY
                Um-m-m. Well, we've got a long way 
                to go.
 
      She hands the folder to Fisher. 
 
                            SHAHID
                Indeed... we have.
 
                            NEELEY
                     (to Fisher)
                As much as I may disagree, your 
                parents' application for host family 
                has been approved. Shahid will be 
                your guest while he is here at Taylor 
                High for the rest of the school year. 
                     (to Shahid)
                It seems the State Department wants 
                you with us, Mr. Rachman. 
 
      Bobbie Sue squeals in delight.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Cool! 
 
                            NEELEY
                I've placed Shahid in all of your 
                classes. Please see that he is 
                welcomed like one of the family.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 16   CONTINUED: (3)                                                16   
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Oh, I will.
                     (looks him over)
                What does your family do for a living?
 
                            SHAHID
                We herd goats. 
                     (off Bobbie Sue's 
                     reaction)
                What does your father do for a living?
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                     (after a beat)
                He has a flock, too. 
                     (off Shahid's reaction)
                He's a minister. 
 
      SHAHID doesn't answer her for a beat.
 
                            SHAHID
                This will be interesting. 
 
      BOBBIE SUE smiles. There's more there than curiosity and 
      hospitality. 
 
      MS. NEELEY smiles, too. A doubting smile. 
 
      SHAHID SMILES, a different type of smile. There's something 
      possibly sinister in his smile. 
 
      We HOLD FOR A BEAT on all three of them, then we CUT TO:
 
 17   EXT. FISHER HOME -- MORNING                                   17   
 
      ESTABLISH a typical suburban tract home in the Houston metro 
      area. A study in contrasts with a Cadillac Escalade ESV parked 
      on the street and a Toyota Prius in the driveway. BIRDS are 
      CHIRPING as we HEAR the O.S. VOICE of PASTOR ROBERT FISHER.
 
                            FISHER (O.S.)
                Well, you're up early.
 
      HOLD FOR A BEAT, then CUT TO:
 
 18   INT. FISHER KITCHEN -- MORNING                                18   
 
      AT THE STOVE is ROBERT FISHER, mid-40s, conservative suit, 
      tie, white short-sleeved shirt. The man is dressed for church 
      and it's Sunday. In the f.g. are PLATES with UTENSILS and 
      NAPKINS for three, along with THREE GLASSES filled with orange 
      juice. 
 
                            FISHER
                Can I make you some breakfast?
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         15.
 
 18   CONTINUED:                                                    18   
 
      FAVOR SHAHID at a breakfast table without breakfast. We SEE 
      an old newspaper spread out on the table. Shahid is working 
      on a small, partly completed clay model of Michelangelo's 
      David, a miniature of what he will build life-size later in 
      our story. 
 
                            SHAHID
                Actually...
 
      MRS. FISHER ENTERS, fastening an earring to her ear. She is 
      dressed in a light pink outfit. Skirt way past her knees, it 
      just screams mid-1980s style. Do they look like Baptists, or 
      what?
 
                            MRS. FISHER
                Oh, don't bother, Robert. I'll do 
                that.
 
      SHAHID gestures to the stove.
 
      CAMERA FAVORS some COVERED PANS on the stove. Fisher lifts 
      one of the lids. We SEE scrambled eggs and grated cheese 
      under one lid. ANOTHER LID reveals some toasted, diced 
      potatoes. 
 
                            FISHER
                Why... thank you, Shahid! That wasn't 
                necessary.
 
      BOBBIE SUE ENTERS. She wears jeans and a tight-fitting shirt, 
      an outfit that is definitely not out of the 1980s.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Any bacon, Daddy?
 
                            SHAHID
                     (beat)
                'Fraid not.
 
                            FISHER
                Bobbie Sue, Muslims aren't allowed 
                to eat pork. Or drink alcohol.
 
      Bobbie looks at Shahid.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Oh. Sort of like Baptists and Jews, 
                huh, Daddy?
 
                            MRS. FISHER
                Bobbie Sue Fisher!
 
                            SHAHID
                No offense taken, Ma'am.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         16.
 
 18   CONTINUED: (2)                                                18   
 
      Shahid continues working his model.
 
                            FISHER
                What'cha makin' there?
 
                            SHAHID
                A model... for the ... how you call 
                it? The All City Art Show.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                O-o-o-o! How cool!
 
      She saddles over and peers closely at the miniature clay 
      model.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE (CONT'D)
                What's it gonna be?
 
                            SHAHID
                David.
                     (off Bobbie Sue's 
                     questioning glance)
                Michelangelo's famous statue. I am 
                going to make my own full-size... 
                what's the word? Interpretation. Our 
                school... maybe win first prize. 
                Make big... impression! No?
                     (laughs)
 
      MRS. FISHER takes a large serving spoon from a drawer.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                All right, Shahid! Good choice! Who 
                says Muslim's don't like the Jews? 
 
      SHAHID's smile fades at this last remark.
 
      MRS. FISHER dishes out the food onto the plates.
 
                            MRS. FISHER
                You want to come with us to church 
                this morning? See how the other half 
                lives?
 
      Shahid looks up from his work. He puts the clay aside and 
      wipes his hands on a piece of cloth.
 
                            SHAHID
                     (to Pastor Fisher)
                I am... welcome at your American 
                church?
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         17.
 
 18   CONTINUED: (3)                                                18   
 
                            FISHER
                Shahid, all sinners are welcome in 
                God's house. Especially at the 
                Overhill Baptist Church.
 
      MRS. FISHER smiles as she dishes out the scrambled eggs.
 
      PASTOR FISHER smiles.
 
      BOBBIE SUE smiles. 
 
      SHAHID does not smile, as a raised eyebrow does the speaking 
      for him.
 
      BOBBIE SUE grabs a NEWSPAPER from the counter. She SQUEALS 
      in delight.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Daddy, look! We made the front page!
 
      Bobbie Sue pushes the newspaper over to her father. 
 
      CLOSE SHOT -- THE LOCAL NEWSPAPER
 
      Sure enough, we SEE a COLOR PICTURE OF BOBBIE SUE and a GROUP 
      OF SIX NERDY STUDENTS seated at a lunch table. The picture 
      is obviously staged. Bobbie Sue's eyes are shut. Her hands 
      are folded in an exaggerated prayer stance. HOLD FOR A BEAT 
      so we can SEE the picture as we HEAR the O.S. VOICE of DARRYL 
      HARB:
 
                            HARB (O.S.)
                Religion and politics... 
 
      We PULL BACK and we SEE that we are in... 
 
 19   INT. IWN NEWS ROOM -- DAY                                     19   
 
      CAMERA PULLS BACK and we SEE the PICTURE OF BOBBIE SUE on an 
      ENORMOUS HDTV COMPUTER MONITOR, which is on a high-tech stand 
      in the middle of a modern news rooms. THROUGH A WINDOW in 
      the b.g. we SEE the WASHINGTON CAPITOL BUILDING. 
 
      Harb holds a cup of coffee as his editor, BILLY EDWARDS, 
      late 40's and overweight, finishes up a phone call.   
 
                            HARB
                They're front page every day now, it 
                seems.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         18.
 
 19   CONTINUED:                                                    19   
 
                            EDWARDS
                     (on phone)
                I don't want to hear it, Sammy... 
                No, you tell 'em your editor said 
                "No!" 
                     (beat)
                Look, I'll spell it for you. N... 
                O... Capisce?
 
      He hangs up without waiting for a response and turns to Harb. 
      We SEE a bookshelf behind him. One of the books is a QUR'AN 
      with a cover in Arabic. We barely notice as Edwards gets up 
      from his desk and addresses Harb.
 
                            EDWARDS (CONT'D)
                Interns...
                     (glances at HDTV 
                     monitor)
                Yeah, well, maybe the Muslims are 
                right. They're inseparable.
 
      This causes an eyebrow to raise on Harb's furrowed brow.
 
                            EDWARDS (CONT'D)
                You covered the Lewinsky matter. 
 
      At this, Harb becomes defensive. He shakes his head.
 
                            HARB
                Been there...
 
                            EDWARDS
                Puh-leeze. The good ole boy, who 
                oughtta know'd better...
 
                            HARB
                Done that!
 
      Harb begins to search for something among the papers in the 
      file folder he holds. 
 
                            EDWARDS
                Does his Oral Office thing with the 
                young intern... 
 
                            HARB
                     (still searching)
                Don't wanna go there!
 
                            EDWARDS
                Right wingers scream bloody murder 
                all the way to impeachment. 
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         19.
 
 19   CONTINUED: (2)                                                19   
 
                            HARB
                     (still searching)
                Apples 'n oranges, Billy.
 
                            EDWARDS
                Was it? So what happens?
 
                            HARB
                Nothin'! Hot air and disappointment.
 
                            EDWARDS
                Hardly "nothin'", Mr. Harb. A little 
                misdirection. Somalia and a couple a 
                dozen dead GIs. Clinton walks...
 
                            HARB
                It wasn't a crime, boss.
 
                            EDWARDS
                In whose eyes? Clinton walks, we 
                lose a couple a Blackhawks. Not one 
                fuckin' peep from the pulpits. But 
                the Muslims...
 
      Edwards notices SHAWNA, a 30-something BLACK REPORTER, as 
      the PHONE RINGS on Edwards' desk. Shawna tosses a stack of 
      paperwork onto Harb's desk. She glares at Edwards and his 
      obscenity.
 
                            EDWARDS (CONT'D)
                Oops. Frickin' peep. Sorry, Shawna. 
                     (to Harb)
                See what I mean?
 
      The PHONE RINGS. Edwards picks up the phone and barks into 
      it.
 
                            EDWARDS (CONT'D)
                Edwards! Talk to me!
                     (as he shuts the door)
                I don't wanna hear it, Jimmie! You 
                track him down... 
 
      HARB picks up the papers Shawna has delivered. 
 
                            HARB
                And the rest, they say, is history.
 
      She eyes a PHOTO on Harb's desk. She picks up the photo.
 
      Shawna BRINGS THE PHOTO INTO THE SHOT. We SEE HARB, surrounded 
      by SAILORS dressed in naval uniforms of the Israeli Defense 
      Forces. Behind them is the CONNING TOWER of the INS LEVIATHAN, 
      an Israeli Dolphin class submarine with the number 5708
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         20.
 
 19   CONTINUED: (3)                                                19   
 
      displayed on the tower. Next to Harb is the sub's COMMANDER, 
      who we will meet briefly later in our story.
 
                            SHAWNA (O.S.)
                Speaking of history, you still stay 
                in touch with these guys? 
 
      HARB takes the photo from Shawna. He stares at it wistfully 
      for a beat as we OIL DISSOLVE TO:
 
 20   EXT. BEACH -- NIGHT                                           20   
 
      There is NO MOON and a small rubber boat plows into the beach. 
      A team of SIX COMMANDOS, all in black, drag the rubber boat 
      onto the beach and bury it under some seaweed and driftwood. 
      The leaders step forward, pulling off their masks and 
      headgear. We SEE a young HARB and an IDF COMMANDER. This 
      second man is MOSHE. He speaks to Harb in Hebrew, pointing 
      to an objective that lies OUT OF THE FRAME.
 
                            MOSHE
                     (in Hebrew)
                There!
 
                            HARB
                     (in Hebrew)
                We're on it!
 
      Two other commandos follow Harb OUT OF THE SHOT. Moshe 
      gestures to the remaining two commandos. They EXIT, moving 
      OUT OF THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE FRAME, and we DISSOLVE BACK 
      TO:
 
 21   INT. IWN NEWS ROOM -- DAY                                     21   
 
      Harb puts the photo back from where Shawna had taken it.
 
                            HARB
                Oh... now and then.
                     (looks through the 
                     file)
                Whadda ya got for me, Shawna?
 
      Harb looks in the file, then turns back angrily to look at 
      Edwards. Harb pulls an AIRLINE TICKET from the file.
 
                            HARB (CONT'D)
                Billy!
                     (to Shawna)
                He wants me on the Fisher story.
                     (beats on Edwards' 
                     door)
                Billy! Open up! 
 
      Edwards ignores him. Harb pounds on the door.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         21.
 
 21   CONTINUED:                                                    21   
 
                            HARB (CONT'D)
                Come on, Billy! Open the damn door!
                     (off Shawna's arched 
                     eyebrow)
                Darn... darn door. 
 
      Harb looks at the ticket.
 
                            HARB (CONT'D)
                I can always tell when Billy orders 
                a flight. He never gets e-tickets.
 
      SHAWNA smiles.
 
                            SHAWNA
                I hear there's no first class seats 
                from DC to Houston.
 
      Through the glass door into Edwards' office, Edwards ignores 
      Harb as he continues to speak on the phone. Edwards extends 
      his middle finger to Harb.
 
                            HARB
                No first class seats in there, either.
 
      Shawna chuckles at this as we CUT TO:
 
 22   EXT. SAEG'S CONVENIENCE STORE -- AFTERNOON                    22   
 
      ESTABLISH a typical corner grocery store, like a 7-11, but 
      not a chain store. It belongs to Tarig Saeg and the SIGN 
      outside tells us so. We hear the O.S. SOUND of a CASH REGISTER 
      RINGING a sale, then we CUT TO:
 
 23   INT. SAEG'S CONVENIENCE STORE -- AFTERNOON                    23   
 
      Behind the counter is TARIQ SAEG, the Muslim man we saw in 
      the Al-Fajir mosque at the beginning of our story. He runs 
      the convenience store with a middle-aged MIDDLE-EASTERN WOMAN, 
      his wife. At the counter is Bobbie Sue Fisher. She hands him 
      some cash for some gum.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Hey, Mr. Saeg!
 
                            SAEG
                Miss Fisher. Saw your picture in the 
                paper yesterday. Very... how do you 
                say it? Courageous.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Why, thank you, Mr. Saeg!
 
      Saeg rings up the sale and hands her some change.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         22.
 
 23   CONTINUED:                                                    23   
 
                            SAEG
                You know, in my religion, we pray 
                five times a day.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                I know, silly! We have a young man 
                staying in our home. Shahid is from 
                Yemen.
 
      The name causes a reaction of surprise from Saeg, but Bobbie 
      Sue misconstrues this as interest in her faith. 
 
                            BOBBIE SUE (CONT'D)
                They let you pray in school there. 
                They won't let us do that here.
 
                            SAEG
                Maybe you should stand up for what 
                you believe. Hire a lawyer.
 
      Bobbie Sue barely thinks about this. Then she speaks in a 
      voice that reminds us of Scarlett O'Hara in Gone With the 
      Wind.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                I'll think about that tomorrow.
 
      Bobbie Sue takes her purchase and leaves. Puzzled, Saeg looks 
      at his wife.
 
                            SAEG
                But... Shahid?
 
      HOLD FOR A BEAT as they consider this. They know what the 
      name means. After all, they are Muslims. Then we CUT TO: 
 
 24   EXT. OVERHILL BAPTIST CHURCH PATIO -- DAY                     24   
 
      FROM a HIGH ANGLE, we SEE a very LARGE BANNER stretched across 
      the patio. The banner proclaims "Overhill Baptist Church 
      Welcomes Scout Troop 714" and "New Members Eat 'n Greet". As 
      CAMERA LOWERS, we SEE OVER A HUNDRED PEOPLE, some in Scout 
      uniforms, lined up in the church patio, which is dressed 
      with dozens of tables and chairs. 
 
      A Boy Scout barbecue is in progress. Pastor Fisher and his 
      wife are serving, as is Bobbie Sue. Other SERVERS in Scout 
      uniforms man the serving table, too. Shahid scurries around 
      the area behind them. 
 
      As the CAMERA PASSES DOWN the line of congregants, we come 
      to local congressman Alford Dickinson, who is followed in 
      line by his obedient WIFE, ANGELA DICKINSON. Angela seldom 
      speaks and always appears a few steps behind her husband. 
      She wears a light scarf.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         23.
 
 24   CONTINUED:                                                    24   
 
      FISHER spoons some barbecue beef onto Dickinson's paper plate. 
 
                            FISHER
                Alford Dickinson! Always good to 
                welcome a member in good standing 
                here at the church! Keeping yourself 
                busy on the Hill, I hear.
 
                            DICKINSON
                Always take time for faith and family. 
                Oughtta be a law. You remember my 
                wife? Say hello to Pastor Fisher, 
                Angela. 
 
      MRS. DICKINSON smiles shyly. 
 
                            FISHER
                     (a nod to her)
                Mrs. Dickinson...
 
                            MRS. FISHER
                     (sees her scarf)
                Too chilly for you in the shade, 
                Angela? Shahid, can you set a place 
                in the sun for the Congressman and 
                his wife?
 
      DICKINSON REACTS to Shahid's name.
 
                            DICKINSON
                Shahid!? You are from...
 
                            SHAHID
                Yemen. Pleased to meet you.
 
      Shahid and Dickinson shake hands.
 
                            FISHER
                Shahid is part of that new exchange 
                program Senator Kennedy put through.
 
                            DICKINSON
                Ah... perhaps while you're here, 
                you'll take advantage of our Scouting 
                program.
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                     (spooning out food)
                They have a Muslim scouting program?
 
                            DICKINSON
                Ah, Miss Fisher. Saw your picture in 
                the paper. Very... courageous.
 
      A light comes on in Bobbie Sue's clue-less mind.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         24.
 
 24   CONTINUED: (2)                                                24   
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Hey! Mr. Saeg said the same thing! 
                Do you think? 
 
                            DICKINSON
                M-m-m. And yes, they do have a Muslim 
                program. A very popular one. 
                     (to Shahid)
                I'll introduce you to the leader. 
 
      SHAHID considers this for a beat, then moves over to one of 
      the tables. CAMERA ADJUSTS. As Shahid, now in the b.g., pulls 
      a couple of chairs out for Dickinson and his wife, Fisher 
      offers Dickinson some potato salad. 
 
      DICKINSON acquiesces. Fisher spoons some potato salad onto 
      Dickinson's plate.
 
                            FISHER
                What's this about Hastert retiring?
 
                            DICKINSON
                Rumors on the Hill. They come and go.
 
                            FISHER
                He's pushing seventy.
 
      Dickinson smiles a practiced "No comment" smile. Fisher 
      doesn't push him. 
 
                            FISHER (CONT'D)
                Well, it's good to see you here on 
                the Sabbath.
 
                            DICKINSON
                You know I've been taking Saturday 
                off for a number of years now. 
 
      OFF FISHER'S PUZZLED LOOK, the line moves forward and 
      Dickinson and Angela approach Bobbie Sue. She holds out a 
      large spoonful of beans to Dickinson. 
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                Want some pork 'n beans, Mr. 
                Dickinson? Mama's family recipe?
 
      Dickinson holds up his hand, stopping her.
 
                            DICKINSON
                Pork? None for us, thank you.
                     (confidential whisper)
                Special diet.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         25.
 
 24   CONTINUED: (3)                                                24   
 
                            BOBBIE SUE
                     (absent-minded wave 
                     of her serving spoon)
                Tell me about it. I could lose five 
                pounds.
 
      But Bobbie Sue is as thin as a rail, and she poses for a 
      beat so we can't help but notice. 
 
      AT ONE OF THE TABLES, Shahid pulls out a couple of chairs 
      and offers them to Dickinson and his wife, in the b.g. 
 
      Dickinson smiles, accepting the offer. HOLD FOR A BEAT, then 
      CUT TO:
 
 25   EXT. ISLAND OF SOCOTRA, OFF THE COAST OF YEMEN -- NIGHT       25   
 
      A 150-foot motor yacht lies at anchor in the Arabian Sea. 
      Modern. Twenty-five million dollars of the best yachting 
      experience money can buy. FROM A HIGH ANGLE, we SEE A 
      HELICOPTER PAD is at the stern and a CHOPPER is lifting off 
      from it, heading toward land. We SEE the name of the yacht 
      in the MOON LIGHT -- Star of Medina -- as we SUPER TEXT: 
      SOUTH COAST OF SOCOTRA ISLAND, YEMEN. We HEAR the O.S. VOICE 
      of a MALE CREWMAN speaking in Arabic over a LOUDSPEAKER:
 
                            CREWMAN (O.S.)
                     (in Arabic)
                Captain Schlesser, to the bridge. 
 
      CAMERA PULLS AROUND THE SHIP and through the massive glass 
      windows of the bridge, we see the CREWMAN replace his 
      microphone as CAPTAIN SCHLESSER comes up from below. 
 
 26   INT. STAR OF MEDINA BRIDGE -- NIGHT                           26   
 
      Schlesser is a German man with an uncertain background. He 
      is about sixty years of age with white hair and when he 
      speaks, it is with a German accent. Schlesser wears a dark 
      blue sea jacket.
 
      Schlesser checks his wristwatch.
 
      We SEE a peculiar electronic watch -- a VIGILANT RADIATION 
      DETECTION WATCH. The semi-circular radiation exposure 
      indicator on the face of the watch STEPS UP A NOTCH.
 
      Schlesser smiles. He then steps away from the wheel. A 
      CREWMAN, all spit and polish, takes his place immediately.
 
      Schlesser picks up a pair of IMAGE-STABILIZED BINOCULARS 
      from a small desk on the bridge. He looks through the 
      binoculars out to the moonlit sea, adjusting the focus wheel.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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 Ameristan 2004080379 (written by Charles Welty) -- Act One         26.
 
 26   CONTINUED:                                                    26   
 
      INSERT -- OPTICAL -- A MOTOR LAUNCH 
 
      INTO FOCUS: A small motor launch approaches the Star of 
      Medina. In the moonlight, we SEE TWO MIDDLE EASTERN BOATMEN 
      at the front of the launch. Behind the boatman piloting the 
      launch is a large pile of wooden boxes covered by a tarp. An 
      ELECTRONIC READOUT in the viewfinder shows the distance 
      closing between the motor launch and the Star of Medina -- 
      200 meters or so, 180 meters, 150 meters. 
 
      BACK TO SCENE
 
      Schlesser pulls the binoculars from his eyes. He looks grimly 
      out to sea for a beat, then sets the binoculars down on the 
      desk. 
 
      Schlesser opens a drawer and pulls out a small detonator and 
      a remote control device. He examines them for a beat, then 
      places the devices into his jacket pocket. He speaks curtly 
      to the crewman at the wheel. 
 
                            SCHLESSER
                All stop!
 
                            CREWMAN
                All stop! Aye! 
 
      As the crewman brings the yacht to a stop, Schlesser pulls a 
      SEMI-AUTOMATIC PISTOL and a silencer from the drawer. He 
      screws the silencer onto the barrel. 
 
      The crewman at the wheel sees this. He shows no reaction. 
 
      SCHLESSER tucks the pistol behind his back and into his belt. 
      Schlesser's dark sea jacket hides the pistol from view as he 
      steps away from the desk. Schlesser heads out the doorway to 
      the deck. 
 
 27   EXT. STAR OF MEDINA DECK -- NIGHT                             27   
 
      CONTINUOUS ACTION. Schlesser strides on to the deck and steps 
      over to the railing. In the b.g., the motor launch pulls up 
      to the side of the yacht.
 
      WITH THE MOTOR LAUNCH
 
      THE BOATMAN piloting the motor launch calls out to the crewmen 
      up on deck. 
 
                            BOATMAN #1
                Star of Medina!
 
      TWO CREWMEN step over to the railing as the SECOND BOATMAN 
      throws up a tie line. 
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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      THE FIRST CREWMAN catches the tie line and pulls the bow of 
      the motor launch up to the side of the yacht. 
 
      THE SECOND CREWMAN catches a second line and pulls the stern 
      of the motor launch to the side of the yacht.
 
      SCHLESSER peers over the side of the yacht, looking into the 
      motor launch. He reaches into an inside pocket and pulls out 
      a pack of cigarettes. He takes out a cigarette, lights it, 
      and exhales impassively as he watches the boatmen unload the 
      cargo.
 
      IN THE MOTOR LAUNCH 
 
      The first boatman rips the tarp off the cargo that lies on 
      the deck of the motor launch, exposing FIFTY or so SMALLER 
      BOXES and one other LARGE WOODEN CRATE, somewhat larger than 
      a suitcase. 
 
      The boatmen begin to unload the boxes, handing them up to 
      the yacht crewmen. As one of the crewmen takes one of the 
      boxes, we SEE the words "Modeling Clay" on the side of the 
      box.
 
      As they continue to load the boxes, we DISSOLVE TO:
 
 28   EXT. STAR OF MEDINA DECK -- LATER                             28   
 
      Schlesser finishes his cigarette as the yacht's crewmen take 
      the last of the small boxes labelled "Modeling Clay" below. 
      The only items that remains on deck are the large wooden 
      crate, still draped with the ropes that the crewmen used to 
      bring it on board, and one of the boxes of modeling clay. 
 
      One of the boatmen calls up to Schlesser.
 
                            BOATMAN #1
                     (in Arabic)
                His Excellency promised us a reward 
                for delivering this.
 
                            SCHLESSER
                     (German-accented Arabic)
                Indeed, your reward from Allah shall 
                be very great.
 
      Schlesser turns and flips his cigarette butt overboard. 
 
                            SCHLESSER (CONT'D)
                     (German-accented Arabic)
                Come on up. Your payment is ready. 
 
      The two boatmen from the motor launch begin to climb up a 
      rope ladder that is draped over the side of the yacht.
 
                                              (CONTINUED)
 
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      As the first of the boatmen prepares to step onto the yacht, 
      Schlesser pulls his pistol and shoots him in the head. His 
      body drops into the water.
 
      Schlesser looks down the rope ladder and takes aim at the 
      second boatman. He fires once. The second boatman drops into 
      the motor launch. Schlesser tucks his pistol back into his 
      waistband.
 
                            SCHLESSER (CONT'D)
                Allahu akhbar.
 
      Schlesser opens the box of modeling clay. We SEE a number of 
      bricks of a white, oily clay-like substance wrapped in a 
      clear plastic wrapper with the designator "C-4" on it. He 
      pulls the detonator from his pocket and removes a lead with 
      a short wire on it. He inserts the lead from the detonator 
      through the wrapper and into the brick of clay. He sets the 
      detonator into the box and closes it.
 
      Schlesser steps over to the side of the yacht and drops the 
      box down into the motor launch. He pulls the rope ladder up 
      and then steps over to the bridge.
 
      AT THE BRIDGE
 
      Schlesser calls out to the crewman at the wheel.
 
                            SCHLESSER (CONT'D)
                Full ahead!
 
                            CREWMAN
                Full ahead! Aye!
 
      WIDE SHOT
 
      The Star of Medina pulls rapidly away from the motor launch.
 
      In the f.g., the body of the boatman that fell into the water 
      SINKS SLOWLY OUT OF SIGHT as the yacht pulls away.
 
 29   INT. STAR OF MEDINA BRIDGE -- NIGHT                           29   
 
      Schlesser steps into the bridge and pulls a remote-controlled 
      detonator from his pocket. We SEE the motor launch in the 
      distance through a window in the bridge. Schlesser pushes a 
      button on the remote control. The motor launch EXPLODES in a 
      BALL OF FIRE and DUST. HOLD FOR A BEAT, then CUT TO:
 
 30   EXT. WASHINGTON MALL -- MORNING                               30   
 
      FROM a HIGH ANGLE we ESTABLISH the Mall. We SEE the WORLD 
      WAR II MEMORIAL in the f.g. with the LINCOLN MEMORIAL in the 
      b.g. and, as the CAMERA PULLS BACK, the WASHINGTON MONUMENT 
      comes INTO VIEW.  
 
 
 
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 31   EXT. WASHINGTON MONUMENT -- MORNING                           31   
 
      ESTABLISH the base of the monument. We SEE the tall spire of 
      the Washington Monument towering OUT OF FRAME as tourists 
      gather at the base. The morning traffic moves in the b.g. 
      along Constitution Avenue. In the big., we SEE the WHITE 
      HOUSE in the distance. 
 
      AT THE BASE OF THE MONUMENT
 
      IBRAIM AZIZ and YUSEF ACHIM, a grizzled Middle-Eastern 
      military type, mid-40s, bearded, step INTO THE SHOT. Aziz is 
      dressed in a business suit. Achim is dressed in a Scout 
      Master's uniform. They join a group of TOURISTS as they enter 
      the monument lobby.
 
 32   INT. WASHINGTON MONUMENT LOWER LEVEL -- MORNING               32   
 
      A PARK SERVICE WORKER herds the tourists into the elevator 
      to take them to the top. 
 
      The Park Service Worker gestures to the elevator as Aziz 
      steps over to the elevator. Achim Looks over to the door 
      that leads to the stairway to the top.
 
                            ACHIM
                I should like to take the stairs, 
                Aziz.
 
                            AZIZ
                Nine hundred steps, Achim? 
 
      The Park Service Worker shakes her head. She points to a 
      sign that reads "Due to enhanced security awareness, the 
      stairway is closed to the public."
 
      Achim shrugs. He steps into the elevator with Aziz. The doors 
      close in our face. 
 
 33   EXT. WASHINGTON MONUMENT OBSERVATION ROOM -- MORNING          33   
 
      As if tracking the elevator, we MOVE RAPIDLY UP THE SIDE OF 
      THE MONUMENT. INTO VIEW -- THE UPPER OBSERVATION ROOM. 
 
      In a SHOT THROUGH THE TOP WINDOW into the upper observation 
      room, we SEE AZIZ AND ACHIM looking out over Washington, DC. 
 
      CAMERA PULLS BACK AND AROUND. We SEE the CAPITOL BUILDING, 
      the WHITE HOUSE, the LINCOLN MEMORIAL, and the WORLD WAR II 
      MEMORIAL as we PULL AROUND THE TOP OF THE MONUMENT. As we 
      PULL BACK to SEE the entire monument and the Capitol building, 
      the entire city of Washington lies before us. HOLD AT A HIGH 
      ANGLE for a beat, then CUT TO: 
 
 
 
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 34   EXT. REAGAN NATIONAL AIRPORT IN WASHINGTON, DC -- AFTERNOON   34   
 
      ESTABLISH. An AIRLINER sits next to a terminal as various 
      AIRPORT WORKERS load luggage and equipment into the airplane. 
 
 35   INT. REAGAN NATIONAL AIRPORT IN WASHINGTON, DC -- AFTERNOON   35   
 
      We're AT A TSA SECURITY CHECKPOINT and Achim and Aziz are in 
      line, waiting to be scanned through the checkpoint. Aziz 
      wears a herringbone coat, gray slacks, and a white silk shirt 
      and loafers. Achim wears his scout uniform. Nothing about 
      them looks even remotely Middle Eastern.
 
      In front of Aziz, the SECURITY WORKERS scan carry-on luggage, 
      purses, and other items from the many PASSENGERS who wait in 
      line. As the line moves forward, the workers target a WOMAN 
      in front of him. She steps aside. Another worker waives Aziz 
      through the metal detector. He tosses his wallet into a 
      basket. Achim does the same and hands the baskets to one of 
      the workers, who passes the baskets through the checkpoint, 
      but not through the metal detector.
 
      As Aziz and Achim step through, an OLD MAN IN A WHEELCHAIR 
      tries to go through the metal detector. It BEEPS. The beep 
      distracts the worker. Aziz grabs the baskets as the worker 
      gestures to an armed NATIONAL GUARD SOLDIER. The soldier, 
      carrying an AK-47, steps over to the old man.
 
      As the SECURITY GUARDS begin to search the old man, Aziz and 
      Achim grab their wallet from the basket. They turn and step 
      away. We TRUCK WITH THEM. In the b.g. we SEE other GUARDS 
      surrounding the old man's wheelchair. 
 
      Off to one side, a MALE WORKER waves a METAL DETECTION WAND 
      over an ATTRACTIVE WOMAN IN THE SCREENING LINE. He pokes her 
      breasts with the wand deliberately as he scans her.
 
      A small smile crosses their lips while Aziz and Achim walk 
      TOWARD US as the incompetent TSA workers in the b.g. continue 
      to hassle the passengers. They walk PAST THE CAMERA and OUT 
      OF THE SHOT. HOLD FOR A BEAT on the crowd, and then CUT TO:
 
 36   EXT. TAYLOR HIGH SCHOOL, HOUSTON -- MORNING                   36   
 
      ESTABLISH the modern facade of the Taylor High School in 
      Houston. STUDENTS enter and leave the main entryway. We HEAR 
      the O.S. VOICE of PRINCIPAL CASSIE NEELEY:
 
                            NEELEY (O.S.)
                It's out of the question, Mister... 
                Saeg, is it?
 
      And we CUT TO: