Nothing But the Truth

"Despite certain similarities to the real events, this film is purely fictional and does not represent real-life persons or situations."

-Get those people out of the way! -Go! Go! Go!

The President has been shot!

There were at least three gunshots. There appear to be at least...

Get those people out of the fucking way. Let's go!

I'm all right.

To the van. Let's go! Let's go!

Was anyone else hit?

Go! Go! Go! Go!

-Call my wife. Tell her I'm okay. -He got through security.

Repeat, he got through security.

-Tell her I'm okay. -We will, Mr. President.

-God damn it! -We'll call her.

MSNBC has confirmed that a few minutes ago,

US war planes struck military bases in Venezuela

in retaliation for the assassination attempt on President Lyman three weeks ago.

Our Emily Boyd is on the ground in Caracas.

Emily, what are you hearing now?

Jim, as you can imagine, the situation on the ground in Caracas

can be described as a state of chaos.

Apparently, President Lyman responded to a CIA report

said to have overwhelmingly and conclusively asserted

Venezuela's involvement in the assassination attempt.

President Lopez's government...

Four bottles of milk on the wall Four bottles of milk

You take one down, you pass it around Three bottles of milk on the wall

Three bottles of milk on the wall

Oh, my God, this song.

Is this what we got in trouble for in Abu Ghraib?

I don't know why anybody actually signed up to be a room mother.

Yeah.

Hey, Timmy!

-What are you doing? -Sorry, Mom.

Can you just, like, sing along with everybody else?

I don't have a good voice.

Well, me, neither. Come on, sing along.

Come on.

-Mrs. Robinson? -Yeah, what is it, dear?

Nicky Ludlow keeps pulling on my hair, and he won't stop.

Well, just switch seats.

But the bus is full.

You know what, just stay right here. Okay? I'll deal with it.

You're a tattletale!

-I am not! -You just told on Nicky.

That's because he won't stop.

-You're a tattletale. -Timmy, that's enough. Stop it.

-That's enough. -But you're not supposed to tattle.

Well, you're not supposed to have to put up with bullies, either.

Come on.

Capital Sun Times.

It's gonna be the Redskins.

You know what you call 53 people watching the Super Bowl?

-No, sir. -The Washington Redskins.

That's what you call them.

Larry, you should be supporting the home team.

I would support the North Koreans

if they were playing the Washington Redskins.

All right, Judy, give it four hours as top story on the Net, I guess.

-Thank you, B.B. -That's it, boss. I think.

Okay. Thanks, everybody. Let's make it a good one.

Let me ask you a question. How many Olympians do we have in town?

Oh, quite a few.

Rache, stick around a minute, would you?

You know there's that track star, right? From Georgetown?

-Yeah. -Okay, get on him, too, all right?

-Get the door for me, would you, Kelly? -No problem.

Thanks.

Okay, Rache.

We're gonna fast track the story. Your story.

Really? When?

The New York Times has gotten hold of some of the information,

so we're going to beat them to the punch.

Yeah. Want to get it on the doorsteps tomorrow.

I mean, it's a killer story.

No, I know. It's Watergate. It's lran-Contra.

It mean, it's a "holy shit" piece, Bonnie.

-It's gonna take them down. -Rachel.

-Sorry. Gotta rein it in. I'm kind of excited. -Okay, we gotta remain objective.

Well, fine. We'll objectively bring down the White House.

What else do you need to do to finish the story?

I gotta call the White House. Of course, go to Van Doren herself.

Out of curiosity, why haven't you spoken to her yet?

Avril, I already told you,

if we went to her too early, we give the ClA time to shut the story down.

We go now, there's nothing they can do.

Okay. Look, legally the story is solid.

Everything is factually in line. There's no libel.

Well, that's all that's important, right?

I wish you would let me know who your source is on this.

A title, a job description.

Okay, look, we have two confirming sources.

Rachel told me who they are, and I'm comfortable with them.

We have Van Doren's letter to the ClA director

that the Feds gave to Rachel.

-That's enough to go to press. -It's your flip of the coin.

I'm just saying that what you guys are okay with,

the government may not be. The laws are murky.

I'm sorry, what?

It's illegal for a government official

to reveal the identity of an undercover ClA agent.

Okay. Well, I'm not a government official.

I don't understand why you're bringing... You know what?

We've already discussed this. Bonnie's signed off on it.

As long as we all know what we're dealing with.

All right, we know.

Okay, do you know how to find her? Van Doren?

Yeah. I'll go to her as soon as I get out of here.

Our kids go to school together, if you can believe that.

-No shit? -Yeah.

Okay, you feel comfortable going to her for comment?

Absolutely.

Yeah! That's it! Come on! Pass it in!

-Stay open, Ali! -Angela, pass it to me.

I got it! I got it!

Come on now! Push up! Push up!

Yes, Ali! Good job! Good job!

Kick it, honey! Kick it hard!

Good pass!

Spread out, girls! Spread out!

Get in there! Come on!

-Hey. -Hello.

Oh, no. Defense! Come on, defense! Allison.

-She's doing great out there. -Yeah.

-Every one of them chases the ball. -Well, nobody likes defense.

Come on, Ali! Come on.

-She is in Mr. Cody's class. Right? -Yeah.

-Yeah, my son, too. -I see.

-Come on, Allison. -There you go, there you go, honey!

Could we talk in private?

I'm with the Sun Times, I need a few minutes.

It's kind of important.

Yeah. Sure.

I'm just concerned she might have seen me slip away.

-I won't keep you long. -Okay. So, what's up?

Erica, I'm writing a story. I work for the national desk.

-Okay? -Neat.

And it's gonna run tomorrow, and it's gonna say, among other things,

that you are a ClA operative,

and that you went on a mission, a fact-finding mission to Venezuela.

What? This is...

Hear me out, okay?

You went there on a fact-finding mission

to determine if its government was responsible

for the assassination attempt on President Lyman.

You determined it was not, and you informed your bosses of this.

This is the stupidest B.S. I have ever heard.

Wait, wait. What? Can you...

How do I know that you're from the Sun Times?

The White House ignored your findings and launched an attack anyway,

still claiming retribution for the assassination attempt.

I've been on the national desk for five years.

I have a column every Tuesday on the editorial page.

My son goes to school here, too.

Yeah, I know. You said that.

You people.

You people! My God! You fucking people!

You know, this isn't about me. Once again, it's about my husband.

My source is impeccable.

Your source is 1 10% fucking peccable.

I'm a ClA operative?

I can't even use the navigation system in my Prius. This is... This is absurd!

Your paper... Your paper has been trying to fuck my husband

ever since he spoke out against this administration.

-We have your memo. -What memo?

-We have your findings. -You know. My attorney is Harry Timmers.

-Do you know him? -Sure.

He's gonna take a lead pipe to you, and he's gonna shove it up your ass.

Well, I certainly don't want that.

What are you doing? What are you doing? Our kids go to school together, Robin.

-Rachel Armstrong. -Right. Whatever.

Are you denying you're ClA?

You know what? You stay away from us. Okay? I mean it.

Just say that the White House doesn't comment on security issues.

Is that what you're saying?

Come on, David. Give me something I can spell.

Off the record, this is bullshit.

You're gonna set off a shit storm for nothing,

for a lousy column inch of space.

-Rachel, it's your son on line five. -You're gonna have egg on your face.

I gotta go, David. I got my son on the other line.

Hey, kiddo.

Hi, Mom. Did you get my paper?

Yeah, I'm just getting it now. Can I read it and call you back?

Okay, but I gotta go to bed soon.

Okay. Well, you can wait up for me to call you.

But Dad said I had to go to bed.

Well, we'll do it in the morning. I promise.

Okay.

It's just, I have a real big story, honey.

It's fine, Mom.

Okay, I love you. Bye-bye.

-Sorry. -Hey, what's that?

My son had to do a paper on lndia. I was just looking over his outline.

I bet you he could give me 10 inches on lndia's nuclear buildup with Pakistan.

-Oh, yeah. -How'd you do with David?

"White House doesn't comment on security issues." Blah-blah.

Yeah, well, I know you'll give it more eloquent phrasing than "blah-blah."

-Sure. -Feels good, huh?

It's worth every dime I don't make.

Look, I want you to start on a major profile of Van Doren,