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Life is waiting.
Beyond those doors is American soil.
Mr. Dixon wants me to make it very clear to you that you are not to enter through those doors.
You are not to leave this building.
America is closed.
“You have two stamp.
One red, one green.”
“So?”
“So I have chance to go New York, 50-50.”
“That’s a beautiful way to look at it, but America doesn’t work that way.”
“You can go to New York City tonight.
But you only get to go if we can establish a credible fear.”
“Fear?”
“Mmm-hmm. Fear.”
“Fear.”
“Fear.”
“Fear.”
“Fear.”
“From what?”
“Well, that’s the best part.
It doesn’t really matter what you’re afraid of.
It’s all the same to Uncle Sam, okay?
So I’m going to ask you one question, Viktor, and it’s a simple question.
And if you give me the correct answer, I can get you out of this airport tonight.”
“So, I answer one question.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Go to New York City.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight.”
“Nah... Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay. All right.
Do you, at this time, have any fear of returning to your own country?”
“Uh, no.”
Bite to eat?
The Terminal
