C.J., an N.S.C. staffer gave me a card with instructions on it for what I’m supposed to do in the event of a nuclear attack. They want me up in the plane or down in a bunker. They don’t want you... or Sam, or Toby, for that matter. I didn’t want to be friends with you and have you not know...
C.J.:
Josh, have you been upset about this?
Josh:
Yes.
C.J.:
You’re very sweet sometimes. You really are.
Josh:
C.J...
C.J.:
Of course, they don’t want me, Josh. I’m a press secretary. I don’t think they’re gonna be issuing a whole lot of releases. Sam and Toby are communications and my guess is that speech writing won’t be a priority either.
Josh, the cold war is over. There’s not gonna be a nuclear...
Josh:
God, C.J. It’s not gonna be like that. It’s not gonna be the red phone and nuclear bombs.
C.J.:
What’s it gonna be?
Josh:
It’s gonna be this. It’s gonna be something like this. Smallpox has been gone for 50 years. No one has an acquired immunity. Flies through the air. You get it... you carry a ten foot cloud around with you. One in three people die.
Josh:
If 100 people in New York City got it, you’d have to encircle them with 100 million vaccinated people to contain it. Do you know how many doses of smallpox vaccines exist in the country? Seven. If 100 people in New York City get it, there’s gonna be a global medical emergency that’s gonna make HIV look like cold and flu season. That’s how it’s gonna be, a little test tube with a-a rubber cap that’s deteriorating... A guy steps out of Times Square Station. Pshht... Smashes it on the sidewalk... There is a world war right there.
C.J.:
We’ll make more vaccine.
Josh:
You better hurry ‘cause I’m the only one with one of these cards.
