Frank, you've got a phone call.
Frank, you looked so sad on the bus. I'm sorry, it was self-defence.
- Tell me about Skellum. - Skellum is worthless.
- Are you gonna meet him in L.A.? - You're way behind in the game.
I'm way ahead. I know what you look like. I've seen your eyes.
- They might look different next time. - Not what's behind them.
- You better pray I never find you. - You want to kill me, Frank?
That's right.
- The irony's so thick here. - There is no irony!
The same government that trained me to kill, trained you to protect.
Now you want to kill me. Up on that roof I protected you.
They'll write books about us.
- I'm tired of your bullshit! - Don't be a poor sport.
You could have taken me out, but you chose to save your ass.
It does make me wonder about Dallas.
Did you really do all you could, or did you make a choice there too?
Do you really have the guts to take a bullet?
I'll be thinking about that when I'm pissing on your grave.
There's no one named Skellum in all of Los Angeles?
- What about Louisiana? - Hang on.
No Skellums. Sorry.
Damn it!
- The election's in three weeks. - Just stay out of California.
If this guy's so smart, he's not gonna tell you where he'll do it.
I don't think he'd lie to me.
You've become that close?
California is the key to the whole race.
- We can't let up now. - We have to change our procedure.
- Frisk people within 50 yards. - At $10,000 dinners?
- You're overreacting. - Lf I don't, the President's dead.
- Why is he even here? - He's heading this investigation.
Then let him investigate, but keep him out of sight.
If you'll excuse me, I'm in the middle of a campaign.
Frank. Hi.
- Up late? - L.A. Will be a lot of work.
- What's up? - I've got a request.
I'd like you to talk to Watts. Get me on your team.
- He thinks you'll overreact. - What do you think?
- You're too close to all this. - That's why I've got to be there.
- I can spot him. Anticipate him. - You think he'll be in California?
- Why would he tip you off? - He wants to keep the game close.
This has nothing to do with you and me. Strictly professional.
But that son of a bitch killed my partner. My friend.
I know. I'm sorry.
You're looking at a living legend.
The only active agent who ever lost a President.
Please.
Mr. Horrigan, welcome to Los Angeles.
Can the President close the gap in the little time he has left?
Today he's in California for a rally at the Bonaventure Hotel.
Field office, the advance team is at the Bonaventure.
- Any problems? - No.
We've swept the motorcade route.
Manholes are secured. Mailboxes removed. Abandoned vehicles towed.
We'll need sharpshooters on both those towers.
We need sharpshooters to cover those restricted areas.
Other polls today had the President three points behind.
He'll have to close that margin in California.
Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport.
- Raines, double-checking those exits? - Yes, this is the third time now.
Alert, section five.
Secret Service.
- Robert Stermer. - He's a bellboy. He's cleared.
- Robert, have a nice day. - No questions.
Come on, pack it up and move.
Mr. Carney, all set.
Finally we meet! You are James Carney?
- You must be Sandy Riggs. - So you really do exist.
- I'm very much human. - Let's go up to the bar.
- When does the President arrive? - Tomorrow, before dinner.
Here's an invitation. Don't lose it. The Secret Service is acting crazy.
You've got a great seat, just across from the President.
So what is Microspan Corporation all about?
I just came to meet the President. I won't bore you with business.
I don't blame you. I don't understand high-tech.
I can't wait to introduce you. Look at this beautiful view.
Yes, very pretty.
Give me the list of dinner guests. Who was the organizer?
Sanford Riggs of the California Victory Fund.
Call LAPD and make sure they have no uniforms missing.
- It's been taken care of. - Call the hospital about blood.
Your average American businessman who looks at product marketing...
...sees the length and width of it. The Japanese see the depth.
We plan the next fiscal quarter. They plan the next quarter century.
- Our people don't understand that. - Mr. Riggs, can I talk to you?
- Who's that? - Secret Service agent.
- Do you know all these people? - I sure do.
- How about these pictures here? - I went through all this yesterday.
I'll cooperate, but this is bordering on harassment.
I'm a harassing kind of guy.
No, no, no, no.
I'll be right back, Mr. Carney.
He did what anyone of us would.
He beat up a bellboy on television. I'd say he was overwrought.
We're all overwrought. Leary's out there someplace.
- You don't think he's a liability? - No.
Well, you're in the minority. I want him gone.
- Send him on to San Diego. - By whose order?
Traveller. Do you want to tell him or should I?
Miss Raines, somebody's approaching Traveller's suite.
- Hi. - Hi.
- What are you doing up here? - Seeing what I could do.
Between the LAPD, the FBI and the rest of us...
...there are 229 people protecting Traveller tomorrow.
A lot of guns.
If Leary gets off a shot, we could be killed in the crossfire.
Frank.
- Bill Watts just called. - Heard about the bellman?
So did Traveller.
They want you to go to San Diego and assist in the advance.
Just like that.
It's not just you against Leary.
Have some faith in the rest of us.
You know something?
For years I've been listening to all these idiots...
...with their pet theories on Dallas.
It was the Cubans, or the CIA.
The white supremacists, or the mob.
Whether it was one weapon or whether it was five.
None of that meant too much to me.
But Leary...
He questioned whether I had the guts to take that fatal bullet.
God, that was a beautiful day.
The sun was out.
It had been raining all morning.
The first shot sounded like a firecracker.
I looked over and saw him. I could tell he was hit.
I don't know why I didn't react.
I should've reacted. I should've been running.
I just couldn't believe it.
If only I'd reacted, I could've taken that shot.
It would've been all right with me.
- What's the number in San Diego? - 619 ukulele.
- Ukulele? - That's how I remember it.
You just push U-K-E-L-E-L-E.
- Ukulele? Isn't that U-K-U? - I don't know.
But the phone number is U-K-E-L-E-L-E.
U-K-E-L. Wait a second.
Jesus.
We have an arrival. Chopper standing by.
- Southwest Savings, may I help you? - Southwest?
- Yes. May I help you? Hello? - What's your address?
Taxi!
- Post check. Post 3? - In place.
- Post 6? - In place.
- Post 12? - In place.
Wait right here.
There's no Leary in our accounts.
Try to imagine him in disguise. A hat, wigs, that sort of thing.
- I haven't been here long. - Who was here before you?
- Pam Magnus. - Where can I find her?
She's dead. She was murdered.
- She was murdered. - They won't cancel.
- Then make the arrival underground. - They want a big show.
- We need proof. - How about a dead president?
I'm pulling up all the accounts Pam made, but it'll take time.
Fax me the list as soon as you get them.
All agents in position.
- Please step back. - Empty your pockets.
Thank you.
You're from Texas, right?
I'm sorry.
Frank! Watts is gonna shit if he sees you!
- Have you got a fax for me? - Yeah, what is it? What's this about?
What the hell is going on, Frank?
James Carney.
Carney, James.
- What the hell is he doing here? - I don't know.
- Who gave you permission... - He's here. His name is Carney.
- I want the seating chart. - Give him the chart.
Gun!
Stop! Put the gun down!
Get down!
Don't shoot!
Get him in the car!
Hold your fire!
Get out of his way!
He's got a hostage!
Raines to shooters. If you have a shot, take it.
Nice view.
- What's the plan, Captain? - It's your man. You tell me.
Get me sharpshooters on the north and west towers.
Take the subject out.
You had the guts. You took the bullet.
- I broke my damn ribs. - Sorry, I wasn't aiming at you.
Where the hell are the shooters?
- West tower in place. No lights. - No shot from the north.
A bulletproof vest is a bit of a cheat.
- Otherwise, you played a good game. - It's no game, Leary.
I was doing my job. What do we do now?
Do you believe in the nobility of suicide?
No.
But if you want to blow your head off, be my guest.
Nicely put, but I don't want to leave this world alone.
- West tower, do you have a shot? - Negative, too dark. Target unclear.
- It's better to die with a friend. - Friend? You're a damn killer!
I saved your life. You owe me.
- I don't owe you shit. - I was always honest with you.
- Go ahead and shoot. - It's Frank. Quiet!
- Come on. - Are you talking to me?
- What are you waiting for? - Waiting for?
I'm waiting for some gratitude.
Without me, you're a sad-eyed, piano-playing drunk.
I brought you into this game. I let you keep up with me.
- I made you a hero today. - You didn't make me anything.
I redeemed your pathetic life.
I just did my job. You're the one with a pathetic life.
- Go ahead and shoot! - Lf they fire you'll be hit.
- I want you to thank me first. - Shut up and shoot.
- All right, Frank. - Stand by to fire on my command.
- Sleep well, my friend. - Just one thing, aim high.
- What? - Aim high!
- Now! - You bastard!
Take my hand. If you don't, you'll die.
- You want to save me, Frank? - To be honest, no. But it's my job.
Take it.
Are you okay?
We've worked with Agent Horrigan for some time.
He exemplifies courage and self-sacrifice. Frank!
I guess I overreacted again, Harry.
Agent Horrigan, why are you retiring from the Secret Service?
Well, I hate desk work and I'm too old for running around.
And thanks to all this press, I'm no good for undercover work.
How are you, Frank? The President sent his limo for you.
- That's the least he could do. - Good. I love public transportation.
Come on in.
Make yourself at home.
- So, what do you think? - I like it.
Hello, Frank. By the time you hear this, it'll be over.
The President is most likely dead and so am I.
Frank, did you kill me? Who won our game? Not that it matters.
Among friends, like you and me, it's how you play the game. The game's done.
It's time to get on with your life.
I worry that you have no life to get on with.
You're a good man.
Good men, like you and me, are destined to travel a lonely road.
Goodbye and good luck.
I bet you that brown pigeon flies off before the white one.
How do you know?
I know things about pigeons, Lilly.