FOSTER: Tell me about this article. In Fortune.
COLE: Some kid – Alan…Alex…
COLE: Skilling, right. Called around asking for interviews. I told him to submit his questions prior, then I get this e-mail full of crazy shit about our financial statements, stock valuation, accounting abnormalities–
COLE: I told him I’d be happy to help him understand the questions he was asking and never heard back.
FOSTER: Why didn’t you tell me about this?
COLE: Because I didn’t want you to go and get all puffed up.
FOSTER: I don’t get all puffed up.
COLE: Reporters throw rocks to provoke a reaction. He wants to make a name for himself and we’re an easy target.
FOSTER: If a magazine of this pedigree calls us out, that’s going to throw up a few red flags, don’t you think?
COLE: What I’m saying is let me worry about Skilling and you keep your eyes on the prize. Don’t get all puffed up!
FOSTER: I’m not puffed up! I want to know what’s going on!
COLE: Fair enough.
FOSTER: I’m trying to rehabilitate our brand.
COLE: I know.
FOSTER: Most people still think Demetech is a chemical company.
COLE: What did I tell you to do, Foster? What did I beg you to do?
FOSTER: Change the name.
COLE: And what did you do?
FOSTER: Kept the name.
COLE: What’s the first thing you think of when I say “Phillip Morris”?
COLE: What’s the first thing you think of when I say “The Altria Group”?
FOSTER: What’s the Altria Group?
COLE: It’s Phillip Morris! They changed their name!
FOSTER: Demetech funded the original research…when we created Golden Grain. I want to run that Demetech. Demetech before it turned to the dark side.
COLE: Don’t explain yourself to me. I’m used to your making decisions that cause the most amount of grief for everyone involved.
FOSTER: Our finances are in order?
COLE: They’re under control.
FOSTER: Our stock is solid?
COLE: Better than solid – it’s going up!
FOSTER: Okay – that’s all I need to know.
COLE: Once Africa is complete, our contracts kick in, we’re free and clear. Speaking of which – what’s the word on the shipment?
FOSTER: They’re loading the planes as we speak.
COLE: Great. And they’re taking off when?
FOSTER: As soon as I talk to Keyes…once I’ve given him the signal or…the go-ahead or green light or whatever.
Is he calling you or are you–?
FOSTER: He’s calling me.
And that’s just a formality, right? Giving him the go ahead? There’s nothing going on that could in any way whatsoever conceivably delay–
FOSTER: I want them all.
COLE: Foster, no.
FOSTER: The governments of Zambia, Zimbabwe, and Mozambique must accept the aid. Not one plane takes off until they do.
COLE: Foster – we’ve been over this!
FOSTER: I want them all.
COLE: We’re talking about people who believe AIDS is spread by evil spirits. If they think the seed is poison then there’s nothing you can do to convince them otherwise.
FOSTER: I have a plan. A sort of a plan.
COLE: A sort of a plan? What sort of a plan?
FOSTER: I’d rather not go into the details.
COLE: (Pause) May I ask you to reconsider?
COLE: Will you reconsider?
COLE: I’m naming my first ulcer after you.
You taking lunch?
FOSTER: I’m pretty wall-to-wall.
COLE: I’m meeting an old Army buddy…up from Washington. Come with.
FOSTER: Can’t do it.
COLE: He’s only here for the day. Can you see him this afternoon?
FOSTER: Wait, is this just lunch or is he after something?
COLE: He saw you on TV and thinks you’re cute.
FOSTER: You know I don’t like military types. They make me antsy.
COLE: He isn’t military anymore, he’s government.
FOSTER: Perfect! Does he skin puppies alive in his spare time? Because that would be a trifecta!
COLE: I know it’s short notice but he asked if I could set something up, so…