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Yes, America is
stronger than ever.

Yeah!

And you, the people who put

the First Lady and myself in the
White House six short years ago,

you made it all possible!

Mr. President!
Mr. President!

Do you sleep in the nude?

Mr. President, do
you sleep in the nude?

Well, I'd like to
answer that, Helen,

but I'm afraid it might
embarrass Mrs. Williams.

Why? Doesn't she know?

Oh, she knows.

I just don't think
she wants you to know.

All right, well...

We need to move on now,
and put such concerns behind us

and get on with the job that the
American people elected me to do.

Mr. President!
Mr. President!

What about the war
in Switzerland?

When will you end
the senseless slaughter?

Mr. President!

Thank you, L.A.!

Mr. President!

Where are we?

A hotel we probably
can't afford.

Shouldn't we be getting
"frequent slider miles" by now?

How much time do we have?

A shade under two days.

Plenty of time for a little R&R.

Hey, what's that all about?

Probably one of my
doubles finishing up a song.

Yeah, right.

Hey, you never know.

Before you guys
hooked up with me

I met a Rembrandt Brown
who was an Elvis on his world.

Okay, Remmy.

No kidding. They even
had Remmy impersonators.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Well, did I get your vote?

Stay back!
Stay back!

What if you found
a portal to a parallel universe?

What if you could slide into
a thousand different worlds

where it's the same year
and you're the same person,

but everything else
is different?

And what if you can't
find your way home?

Sliders.

Faced with
back-to-back identical snacks...

How many people
can say they just ran

into the President
of the United States?

Please... I just want
to forget it happened.

Not much chance of that.

What?

Give me that!

How did they get
the paper out so fast?

We've only been
here for a few hours.

It's not just the paper...

If you're just joining us,

we're bringing you
continuing coverage

of the President's apparent
extra-marital affair.

Oh, give me a break!

Our resident psychologist has
tentatively diagnosed the President

as having a sexual addiction.

Remmy!

And it has been
confirmed that President Williams

had been seeing
the young woman...

Not known how
long the romance has been going on,

but insiders say...

Our unseasonably
hot and steamy weather forecast...

Leave it there.

But first, more on
the President's hot and steamy affair!

I think you and the Prez make a
pretty cute couple, if you ask me.

I didn't ask you.

What kind of a place is this?

It's like Tabloid World.

Listen to these headlines...

"Baseball hunk strikes out
with starlet but loses 30 pounds."

"Image of Virgin Mary
appears in slice of marble rye,

"thousands make
pilgrimage."

And this is The Herald!

Well, I'd love to see
what they print in the rags.

I think I found one.

"Stocks plunge to record lows.

"The Senate tables
health-care vote.

"Heavy fighting continues
in Switzerland."

This seems to be real news.

What is it?

It's The Hawks Report.

Put out by somebody
named Bobby Hawks.

What was that about
fighting in Switzerland?

"Recent reports confirm
an escalation

"with heavy casualties
in the war

"between the United States
and the Swiss."

Over what? Cheese?

A Swatch embargo?

Apparently, Switzerland was
responsible for a banking scandal

that's led to
a worldwide depression.

There's even a rumor
about ethnic cleansing

in the French speaking
part of the country.

Ethnic cleansing?

Wait. The Swiss
have an army?

I thought they just
had army knives.

So what's the United States'
involvement?

It doesn't say.

This is from last week.

I'd like to see a current issue.

Yeah. Maybe he's got the real
story on the President's affair.

The President's
apparent extra-marital affair.

The American public
seems fascinated

by the President's romantic
involvement with the mystery woman.

Ah.

I cannot believe they're
making such a big deal out of...

out of nothing!

Jeff, you know
there's nothing they won't do

to sell papers
or attract viewers.

Well, you're right,
as usual, dear,

but this is getting out of hand.

Chuck, I want you
to quash this story

before it goes any further.

That may not be our
best bet, Mr. President.

As weird as it sounds,

this sex scandal might
be a blessing in disguise.

Well, it's a damn good disguise!

What are you talking about?

Well, sir, if you've noticed,

ever since this story broke,

nobody's been paying attention
to the situation in Switzerland.

That's true.

So you're suggesting that we...

So long as we keep the people in
a feeding frenzy over the scandal,

no one's gonna care
what we do in Switzerland.

Play it up instead of down.

Exactly, sir.

I don't know, Chuck...

That way we'd
be using the media,

instead of them using us.

For a change.

Hmm. Good point.

Hopefully, this whole
thing will just blow over.

I would just love to
have a couple of days

in a normal world
doing normal stuff.

I can't believe how
expensive everything is here.

Can I help you?

Aren't you the President's
mystery woman?

Ah. The whole thing
was a big mistake.

Uh, yeah, this is a
big mistake, all right,

breaking up a happy marriage.

Shame on you!

I am not having an affair
with the President!

Can ya autograph my newspaper?

Right under the picture
of you and the President.

I'm going back to the hotel.

Sorry.

Hey, want me to walk with you?

Oh, that's okay. You
guys go have a good time.

I just need to be alone
for a little while.

I'll catch up
with you guys later.

Where are you goin'?

Just havin' a look around.

He's a big boy.

Yeah. But he's
still new at this.

Oh, let him have a little fun.

Hey, you wanna check
out HDTV on this world?

Yeah.

If you don't like what
I write, don't read it.

Nobody's forcing you.

But I do like what you write.

You sure you're
in the right place?

Do you publish The Hawks Report?

Yeah.

Then I got the right place.

This is a joke, right?

Bernie Shaw send you?
Somebody at The Herald?

Nobody sent me. I'm
interested in what you do.

Um...

Um...

Please, Mr...

You can call me Mallory.

Call me Bobby.

Okay, Bobby.

Uh, doesn't anybody care
about real news?

Well, let's just say
they're easily distracted.

And you?

I like hard news.

Right now I'm online with
a compatriot in Chicago.

We have a sort of loose network
of people around the world

that share information on issues
that are just a little more important

than who is sleeping with whom.

And which soap star
is really an alien.

Like the war in Switzerland.

Yeah.

Well, what's the story there?

I thought you said
you read my stuff.

When I can get a hold of it.

Otherwise I'm stuck
with "clown news."

Ha. I understand.

Okay. Well, the Swiss
President, Marcel Vache,

affectionately known
as the Butcher of Bern,

he started the whole thing
by nationalizing Swiss banks,

putting the world into a
massive economic crisis.

But how'd the U.S. get involved?

Well, you really are interested.

President Williams, he couldn't get
approval from Congress or the U.N.,

so he just went ahead and sent in
ground troops, hoping to stabilize things.

I can understand his concern,

but is it really worth it risking all
those lives in an undeclared war?

I wish more people
felt that way.

I don't see how
they could ignore it.

Well, first off, they think that I'm a
crackpot who makes this stuff up.

Now, I am a crackpot.

But the news is real.
Do you want some?

Uh, no.

Now, second, even
if they did believe me,

they would still be more
interested in dirty laundry.

Take this affair business.

Now, I got a theory about that.

Which is?

A source in Geneva says that
our side is actually losing the war.

And the rumor is we're about to
use some kind of illegal weapon.

Well, how does that tie in
with the scandal?

Hmm. Well, I think the
President's affair is being played up

to keep people distracted
from his real problems overseas.

Could be.

You want a piece of inside info?

What's that?

The President's affair
is a fake.

There's no relationship
with that woman.

How do you know that?

Because I was there
when it happened.

I know the woman in question.

Um...

Don't move.

Um, okay, Mallory...

Oh, come on, guys,
I'm goin' stir crazy here.

We have a
report coming in from Tony Jacobs

on the scene in Pacoima.

White House sources
have released the name

of the President's
alleged mystery woman.

She is evidently
a Maggie Beckett.

And she lives here
in the Southland

at the Cajero Mobile Home
Park and Campground.

Yes, Ann, I'm here in Pacoima

at the address we were
given just moments ago.

Oh, give me a break.

What do you want?

This some kinda contest?

I'm Tony Jacobs of GNN.

Are you Maggie Beckett?

Do I have to buy any magazines?

No, ma'am. The White
House has named you

as the woman currently having
an affair with President Williams.

The what house?

Martha Lou put that dog down.

I know, honey, but
he don't like the hat.

I know, Mom.
We're just having fun.

I'm sorry. Now, what's
this about the President?

We had some information
that you might be the person

having an illicit affair
with the President,

but obviously, you're not
the right Maggie Beckett.

This is Tony Jacobs in Pacoima

sending it back
to you at GNN central.

Wait a minute.

How the hell do you
know I'm not seein' him?

Hmm?

It's not like I can't get myself
any dates, right?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Hey, come back here.

You want a story? Hey,
mister, I'll give you a story.

I said put that damn dog down!

Give me a break.

It's about time!

Good afternoon. We represent
the President of the United States.

Okay. We are not
having an affair.

We know.

- You know?
- Of course.

Mind if we come in?

Sure.

Miss Beckett, you're in a unique
position to serve your country.

How do you know my name?

It's what I do.

We realize that this is all an
innocent misunderstanding.

Well, why don't you
tell that to the press?

I'm afraid we can't just now.

In the meantime, we'd
like you to come with us.

The President needs you.

Well, he can need somebody
else 'cause I'm just passing through.

Nobody turns down
a Presidential request.

Well, I guess then
I'm that nobody.

In that case,
this is not a request.

Shall we?

Never leave the door unlocked.

You don't know what
might come slithering in.

Yeah. Like us.

Maggie?

Maggie?

Any luck?

No. You?

When did you last see her?

Same time you did when
she headed back here.

Where'd you go anyway?

I hooked up
with this guy, Hawks.

He publishes that
paper I found in the room.

I told him this whole affair
with the President is a fake.

Well, big deal.
Nobody reads him anyway.

So, what do we do now?

Well, we hang tight right here.

Slider's Rule Number 2A.

If you don't know
what to do, do nothing,

but do it at the hotel.

We still have plenty
of time left.

And she knows when
we slide, she'll be back.

Could I buy you a drink?

Remember, you're
havin' a great time.

Oh, is that what I'm having?

If you could be just a
little more cooperative.

If you could just
let me outta here.

You know, this is just as awkward
for me as it is for you, Miss Beckett.

Wanna bet?

No, really, posing for
these fake photographs,

it's... it's not my idea.

But, well, circumstances...

I really do apologize for
putting you through all this.

You were, after all,
just an innocent bystander.

Okay.

Perfect. Hold that.

Okay, we need one
over on the sofa.

Sir, let's pick up the
champagne glasses and...

Great.

Propose a toast.

Well, I'll really be
glad when this is over.

Tell me about it.

Perfect.

Okay. We can
take a break now

and we'll check out
the exposures.

So, this must not be
very easy for you, either.

I beg your pardon?

Standing by your man and all.

Well, you're not really having
an affair with my husband.

Are you?

Oh, of course not. But
everybody thinks that we are,

so it must put you
in an awkward position.

That's all I meant.

Yes. Well, uh, I do
appreciate your concern.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm...

Smart girl, that Miss Beckett.

Yes. Very perceptive.

We may have to
keep an eye on her.

Okay, Mel, do your stuff.

Fine.

People will think this has
been goin' on for years.

Ah.

And then the hot tub.

Mmm.

Mmm, looks like he's enjoying
himself a little too much.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

As we bring you
brand-new exclusive photos

of President Williams
and his mistress...

Whoa!

Uh, yes, Karen...

That girl moves fast.

You can see by the footage
Just delivered to us that...

That could be a computer
generated image, you know.

How do we know
it's not for real?

You were the one who told the
newspaper guy that it was a fake.

It's a pretty good fake.

Here they
are dallying in a hot tub...

Guys!

Something's goin' on here.

She wouldn't voluntarily get
involved in something like this.

Okay, so what are we looking at?

Secret Service?
FBI? CIA?

I think I know a way we can
be sure about that picture.

First off,
let's lose those black bars.

- Mallory!
- What?

Don't we need to see the whole
picture to tell if it's not a fake?

Well, it was worth a shot.

Can we blow up the image?

Sure.

Of course it depends on if
it's a rasterized image or not.

I mean, if it's a bit map like a
TIFF, then it'll get dotty if we blow it.

Yeah, right, but if it's a JPEG,
it depends how lossy it is.

Yep.

I think they're in love.

Oh, we are in luck.

It's rasterized.

What a relief.

We can make this thing into
a billboard and never lose res.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
There.

What's that?

It looks like a champagne glass.

Yeah, I see it.
A reflection.

Yeah. Keep goin'.

Okay, sure.

Looks like a table.

Yeah, something's on it.

Okay, let's take a look...

Okay, that's as close as I can
go without losing resolution.

It's a matchbook.

"A.H."

Somebody's initials?

Yeah, it could be anybody.

No, no,
it's the Ambassador Hotel.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I stole some towels
from them last year.

I live on the cheap.

Now, so this was taken
at the Ambassador.

Right. And your friend
must be in on this conspiracy,

otherwise she wouldn't
be in the footage.

She wouldn't have any
part of any conspiracy.

No. She'd never
go along with it.

Is that her in the picture?

Well, whatever's goin' on,
we've got to get her, and soon.

You still think
she's at the hotel?

And if she is, how do
we get around security?

You know, we're talkin'
Secret Service here.

Well, I happen to be a
card-carrying member of the press,

although most people
would like to forget that.

Um...

And they are having
a press briefing

before the President's
next stop, which is in...

Anybody got the time?

Twenty minutes.

Look, you got any
spare credentials?

Yeah. Yeah, uh...

Somewhere...
Yes, yes.

Okay, I got photographer's pass,

assistant, that sorta thing.

Can I use this?
Yeah, yeah. Take it.

Here, you get to
be the assistant.

Okay.

Yeah. I realize noxin gas
has been outlawed, General,

but due to our heavy casualties,

the President emphasized
how imperative it is

to finish this war as quickly as
possible, and with honor.

Well, if noxin is
as effective as you say,

we can't afford not to use it.

And what can the U.N. do about it?

Deplore our actions? Register deep
concern with the tragic consequences?

I think we can live with that.

And let me worry
about public opinion.

I think we can keep a lid
on things until after the fact.

Right?

They always serve Burgundy
chicken at these fund-raisers.

I hate Burgundy chicken.

And what is the name
of that governor?

Hovington.

Oh, uh, I really do
appreciate you putting up

with all of this, Miss Beckett.

Well, thanks, but it's
not like I had a choice.

I was drafted.

Well, from time to time,
we're all called upon

to sacrifice our private
lives for the public good.

It's the price of democracy.

No hard feelings?

Well, maybe one or two.

Ah.

I'll send you
an autographed picture

or maybe an ashtray
from Air Force One.

Yes?

Right away.

Sir, the reporters are waiting
for you in the Sagebrush Room.

Press conference.

Thanks again.

Bye.

Well...

Guess there's no reason
for me to stick around either.

Actually, something has come up

that will necessitate
your continued cooperation.

The President said...

Never mind what
the President said.

You're coming with us
to the next campaign stop.

Forget it,
Chuckles. I'm outta here.

Or not.

Watch it, Brutus.

No window.

Hello. Yes, I'd like
an outside line, please.

What do you mean the
President's lines are secure?

This is the
President's girlfriend.

Hello?

Oh, great.

Relax.
Chuck, you're too tense.

Yeah, well, it's a
little hard to relax

after the stunt
that she just pulled.

She gets out, she could
really screw things up.

That girl's a loose cannon.

Well, then I think she's a
cannon that needs to be fired.

Yeah.

I'll get Kennedy to
take care of that.

Hmm. Good idea.

Oh, by the way, really good
work on the nude photos.

- Yeah? Thanks.
- You know?

Yeah, I only wish Jeff actually
looked that good under his clothes.

Now, you, on the other hand...

Mmm.

I'll just be a minute.

Oh, that's okay.
I could use the company.

Oh, my stars,
the President's girlfriend.

I saw you on TV.

Uh, no...

Yeah, well, you caught
me, guilty as charged.

It must be so exciting.
What's he like?

Very romantic, I bet.

I mean, he is the most
powerful man in the world and all.

Yeah, um, he's quite a guy.

Excuse me.

Shouldn't you be
making your rounds?

I think Shaw and I
can handle one girl.

She won't be with us
much longer anyway.

DNA results prove beyond doubt

that Thomas Jefferson fathered an
illegitimate child by one of his slaves...

A White House source says,

that means our current President

is really no better than
one of our founding fathers.

Press briefing, Sagebrush Room.

Cleanup will be here
in five minutes.

Meet 'em at
the service elevator.

All right, now what?

We just can't barge in
on the President.

Shouldn't there be
Secret Service?

Maybe they've already gone
to their next stop.

No, no, no, they're
around here somewhere.

Hurry up.
Let's check these rooms.

Hey!

Maggie!

It's not her.

Thank God.

Who is she?

And why is she wearin'
Maggie's clothes?

And who killed her?

Let's get the devil outta here

in case they think we did it.

The Washington Memorial.

Oh! Hail to the chief.

No, I... I always wanted to
do it in the Lincoln Bedroom.

Oh.

Oh.

Pierson.

What?

You stupid...

They offed the wrong girl.

Where's Beckett?

Oh, I don't care what
you have to do to find her,

but you find her
and find her fast.

I don't believe this.

What are you doin'?

Goin' back to my room.

I'm beginning to think I didn't pick
the right man for this job after all.

Meaning?
We'll find her, Sela.

Well, I hope so.

I'm not prepared to let
you sink my inept husband

just because
you are even more inept.

Obviously, whoever killed that
woman thought she was your friend.

Well, if Maggie got away,
she'll come here.

Yeah, but what if she didn't?

We'll burn that bridge
when we get to it.

You know, maybe they only
wanted her for photo ops to begin with,

but somebody or
something changed the rules.

You don't think she was
making trouble for them, do you?

Our Maggie? No.

Hey, guys!

See, I knew she'd make it.

Hey! Hey! Help!

Hey...

Remmy!
Let go of me!

Remmy!

Damn!

Now what?

What's this?

Looks like those little
caps that the maids wear.

Why was she dressed like that?

Maybe the Prez gets really
turned on by the French maid act.

It's anybody's guess
where they've taken her.

Or what they're
gonna do with her.

Yeah, well, if that dead girl
at the hotel is any indication,

I'd say your friend
is in big trouble.

Let's go back to your office.

I got an idea.

Okay. What do ya need?

You got some clear pictures
of Maggie stored up, right?

Oh, yeah, man. In fact,
I got hundreds of them.

All you gotta do is
pick a tape and a frame.

But what's the deal?

The deal is
we fight fire with fire.

Meaning what?

Meaning Bobby here
is gonna doctor up

some pictures of Maggie and
then leak them to the press.

No, he's not.

What do you mean?

Look, if I did that, I'd be just
as deceitful as everybody else.

Don't think of it as lowering
yourself to their level,

think of it as beating
'em at their own game.

Hey, look, I want to help, okay?

Really. But this goes against
everything that I believe in.

You don't believe in
helping save a person's life?

You're willing to work to save
innocent lives in Switzerland?

Yeah.

What about saving an
innocent life right here?

What do you want me to do?

Great!

Okay, first, let's get a
good, clean shot of her face.

Let me go!

Ow.

Mr. President, please.

You're a reasonable man.
Help me out here.

I'd like to, Maggie,
but I'm sorry.

This thing is out of my hands.

How can that be?
You're the President.

Can't you see that the best
thing for you to do would be

to come clean
about this whole setup?

The American public
can be very forgiving

if you just tell them the truth.

The truth?
That's a new one.

I'm sorry if there were
any way around this...

We can't have her
running around town,

telling everybody
about our little project.

What project?

What else are
you tryin' cover up?

Well, Chuck, isn't there anyway we
could handle this without, you know...

Jeff!

It is either this little
whistle-blowing tramp or you!

That is the menu, honey,
pure and simple.

Oh, you knew going into this you were
going to have to make compromises.

Well, compromises are
one thing, but murder...

The maid.

Lose the girl, Jeff,

or spend the rest of your
presidency in disgrace,

possibly impeached.

And I have no intention of remaining
married to an impeached President,

I can guarantee you that.

Look, you may be many things,

but I can't believe that you're
a murderer. Think about it.

The news shows are
gonna have a field day

when they find my body
and everybody's gonna think

that you murdered your mistress.

Impeachment nothing.
They'll put you in prison.

What makes you think
anybody's gonna find the body?

Your taxpayer dollars at work.

Tell Kennedy we have
another target for him.

These photos just
received by GNN make a shocking twist...

Hold it!

Turn it up.

The dead woman has tentatively
been identified as Maggie Beckett,

the President's mistress,

although, at present, officials
have only these photos to go by.

Whoa!

Those are obviously
phony pictures.

Gee, you think so, Sherlock?

Police say,
due to the savagery of the murder,

the killer was someone who had
strong feelings about the victim.

In other words,
a crime of passion.

The evidence is still coming in,

but I'd have to say things
don't look good for the President.

How can they think that I had
anything to do with her murder?

I told you.

Jeff, you idiot, she's not
dead. Not yet, anyway.

Look, I... I think we have to
rethink this situation, Mrs. Williams.

What are you talking about?

Well, if everybody thinks that
the President murdered me,

the only way to clear him

is to show the world
that I'm alive and well.

As much as I'd like to
get rid of Miss Beckett,

I think if we keep her
from talking,

we can still stay in the clear.

Show everyone that she's alive,
that I haven't killed anyone,

and let them go on believing
that the affair is still ongoing?

Exactly. We could
possibly use this to our advantage.

Meaning?

We hold a press conference.

We let them pepper you
with murder allegations,

then we dramatically
present Miss Beckett.

Seeing the two of you,
side by side,

will make the affair
an even hotter story,

especially if
the First Lady is there.

It'll certainly increase
my credibility.

And make me look like an even
bigger fool for staying with you.

I like it.

Thus far, there's been
no official word from the White House,

increasing speculation that
the President has, indeed,

brutally murdered his
mistress, Maggie Beckett.

Well, so far, they're buying it.

Yeah. Good job
on those photos, Bobby.

I just hope I did
the right thing.

I'm getting word now
that the President

is scheduled to hold a press
conference momentarily.

White House sources say he'll address
the murder allegations at that time.

We'll go there live as soon
as the President arrives.

Bingo!

Guys, we're cuttin' it close.

Let's roll.

President is gonna have to
defend himself against the allegations...

I sure hope Maggie's okay.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the President
of the United States.

Have you hired
a criminal attorney yet?

Mr. President!
Was it a lovers' quarrel?

What kind of weapon did you use?

Was her death
the result of rough sex play?

Are the allegations true?

I'm only going to
say this one time.

So listen carefully.

I did not have homicidal
relations with that woman,

Maggie Beckett.

Did you have someone else
kill her for you?

Did you drive her to
take her own life?

Did the First
Lady kill her in a jealous rage?

Look what we started!

Yeah, we're getting
pretty good at that.

With all due respect, sir,
why should we believe you?

Sir! Sir!

Well, now, that's the first
valid question I've heard today.

Why should you believe me?

Well, for one thing, I have always
been honest with the American people.

And for another,

Maggie Beckett is not dead.

As you can see, she is
completely unharmed!

But where did those
pictures come from?

Those... Those photos
were faked

by some sick prankster
in order to embarrass me

and make it appear as though
Miss Beckett had been killed.

Unfortunately, you've all been
made the victims of a hoax.

What about the other
hoax, Mr. President?

Mr. Hawks, our resident
conspiracy theorist.

What is it this time? Is it polluted
waters of Santa Monica Bay?

Is it illegal contributions
from Asians for the campaign?

Uh, greedy HMOs?

Or some other
equally ridiculous thing?

No. I'm talking about
the war in Switzerland.

I've heard reports that we're about
to use an illegal chemical weapon.

Well, I never cease to be
amazed by your vivid imagination.

There is no such weapon.

What about the phony affair
with Maggie Beckett?

Well, as you can see,
Miss Beckett is quite real.

Yes, but our affair isn't
and never has been.

And what are you guys
gonna do, huh?

You gonna shoot me in
front of all these witnesses?

What this man right here
is saying is true.

The President has been
using me to fool all of you.

And what's even more horrible

is that a young woman who
worked right at this very hotel

was murdered because
they thought she was me.

An innocent person is
dead because of all this

and many more will die
in a needless war.

Will you do something?

Like what?

Bobby Hawks is right!

The President is about to unleash
a nerve gas that is so horrible,

it has been declared
illegal by international law.

Now, please, please.

Now, don't fall for it.

Mr. Hawks is a crackpot.
You all know that.

No, listen to him.

Let him speak.
Let him take the podium.

Mr. President.
Mr. President.

Mr. Hawks.

We all owe a huge debt of gratitude
to Maggie Beckett and her friends

for having risked their lives

in order to expose
the President's scheme.

Come on up here, guys.

So glad to see you.

Back at you, Maggie.

Hi, guys.

We've got to go.

And now, if you'll excuse us.

We have another engagement.