
THE LONG HOT NIGHT IN YARA - THEY WALK AMONG US
INT. PRESIDENTIAL PRESS ROOM - In her tailored pencil skirt with a fierce red lip, MARÍA MORENO addresses a crowd of hungry, irritating journalists.
MORENO: Yesterday, a bunker buster targeted an underground complex housing the country's most wanted terrorists. All intended targets were neutralized.
UGLY JOURNALIST: Secretary Moreno, are we sure our risk level should be yellow? What about the terrorists that walk among us?
MORENO: Did you hear me? We went deep to cut out the wart at the root.
A chiseled secret service agent rushes MORENO off stage. The journalists yell, angry at the abrupt end to the conference. Backstage, MORENO and the Agent rush down a corridor.
MORENO: You think this is cute? I told you, leave the flirting at my country estate.
AGENT: We have a code red situation involving your son.
MORENO: I don't have a son.
They turn a corner to see THE PRESIDENT--
PRESIDENT: Yes, you do, María. And the terrorists got him.