A Jerry Bruckheimer Production
Aaron Eckhart as George W Bush
Don Cheadle as Tony Blair
[“I’m telling you, Steve, the sidekick has gotta to be black.”]
[Urban skyline. Dusk.]
TOUGH STREETS. NEED TOUGH COPS.
DETECTIVE GEORGE “DUBYA” BUSH—HE’S WRESTLED WITH DRINK. HE’S WRESTLED WITH DRUGS. HE’S WRESTLED WITH THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. THEY RAN HIS FATHER OFF THE JOB. THEY DOUBTED HIM, MOCKED HIM, MISUNDERESTIMATED HIM. NOW HE’S BACK FROM ELECTORAL COLLEGE WITH A MANDATE TO KILL.
First Cop [jeering]: Hey, Dubya! Your new partner’s just arrived! And just in time for “tea”.
DETECTIVE INSPECTOR ANTHONY “BULLDOG” BLAIR—SEVEN YEARS ON THE MEAN STREETS OF LONDON TOWN. HE’S TAKEN EVERYTHING THEY’VE THROWN AT HIM AND KEPT ON COMING BACK FOR MORE.
Blair [to Bush]: Awright guv’nor! Anthony Blair’s the name. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I’ve heard awl abaht you, mate.
LIEUTENANT KOFI “ATTA BOY” ANNAN—THERE’S ONLY ONE OLD-TIMER WITH THE CHOPS TO KEEP THIS CRAZY TEAM IN LINE.
[The Lieutenant’s office]
Bush [to the Lieutenant]: You’ve given me a goddam Limey for a partner?!
Annan: Damn straight, buddy. When you gonna realise that it ain’t just you against the World out there?
Blair [walking into Kofi’s office and ruffling Bush’s hair]: Leave it aht! From wot I’ve ‘eard you need all the friends you can get, cowboy.
OSAMA AL-ZARQAWI HUSSEIN—ON THE SURFACE A RESPECTABLE ARAB ENTREPRENEUR WITH INTERESTS IN CONSTRUCTION, OIL, AND IMPORT-EXPORT, BUT BUSH IS CLOSING IN ON THE CRIMINAL TRUTH ABOUT HIS FATHER’S FORMER BUSINESS PARTNER.
[The Precinct at night]
Blair: Look, mi ol’ China, you jolly well know we ain’t got enough to send the department after ‘ussein.
Bush: I’ve got all I need, Tony, my friend. [close-up of Bush loading his Magnum. Zoom in on his face as he lifts the weapon to the side of his set jaw] He tried to kill my daddy.
[A busy street. Day. Bush and Blair run in slow motion towards the camera, away from the front of a restaurant. The whole building explodes in flames sending them both tumbling]
[Later. The Lieutenant’s office. Bush and Blair sit in front of his desk in torn and charred clothes.]
Annan: You blew up a goddam restaurant because you thought Hussein was closing a goddam deal there?! I’ll tell you what you can do with your goddam “thinking”. As of today the only goddam blowing up you’ll be doing will be blowing up your sunbeds! I’m taking taking those badges and putting you both on indefinite goddam leave!
[Night-time. An empty office. Bush and Blair pore over a computer print-out by torchlight.]
Blair: Geezer! Are you tellin’ me that Hussein’s been paying off members of the force, like?
Bush: It’s worse than that Tony; [he points at a page] It looks like the Lieutenant’s son is on the take too.
[A back-room of the police social club. A secret meeting]
Blair: Look, chaps. Havel’s on board, so’s Aznar…
Bush: …and Kwasnie-, Kieswa-… …the Polack.
[Blair buries his face in his hands]
Blair: Y’know, there’s a lot of fellas who are ready and willing to raid Hussein’s arms dump. Everyone knows ‘e’s got the stuff. We can do it alone if we have to, but we want your help.
FORCED TO WORK OUTSIDE THE LAW, CAN BUSH AND BLAIR BRING DOWN THE BAD GUYS BEFORE THE CITY ELECTIONS?
TWO MEN. ONE HELL OF A RIDE. FORTY-FIVE MINUTES. IN MIDDLE EASTERN THEATRES FOR A LONG TIME TO COME.