Under Fire
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:08:05
l"m going to the party without you.
:08:10
l don"t wanna go to this party.
l"m bad at false modesty.

:08:13
- You"re great at it.
- You"re right. l am.

:08:18
Alex. you"re gonna make
a great anchorman in New York.

:08:21
Undoubtedly l could win an Emmy
as a hostess. but l"m not going with you.

:08:25
You could operate out of New York.
We could buy a place. burn our suitcases.

:08:29
l still like suitcases.
:08:31
l"m tired of memorising the President
of the Republic of Maldives.

:08:35
- You tired of Third-World wars?
- No. l"m tired of Third-World elevators.

:08:40
Look... Wait.
:08:45
Don"t leave me.
:08:47
l have to. Alex.
:08:51
Fuck Abou Deia and New York.
l"m goin" to Nicaragua with you.

:08:54
- No!
- lt"s a neat little war and a nice hotel.

:08:59
Hey!
:09:06
Alex! Alex!
:09:09
Come on! Yeah!
:09:13
All right. l want you to know this is
the man that hired me for my first job.

:09:17
And fired you from your first job.
:09:21
- And then hired me for my second job.
- And fired you!

:09:26
Some of you may be asking yourself
""What am l doing in this strange war?""

:09:31
Another chapter in an endless struggle
that"s grinding into its seventh year.

:09:37
But who of us can forget the giant
struggle on the plains of Fianga?

:09:42
The give and take. the lunging.
:09:44
the parrying for position.
the jockeying around. knowing full well...

:09:49
Thank you very much. Look at this.
:09:51
(* party-goers sing
""Caravan"" by Duke Ellington)

:09:58
* You beside me here beneath the blue

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