Oh, my God.
Frank, thank God.
I'm dead.
Frank, I'm sorry. I got lost. This town is so confusing.
There's Connecticut, Vermont, Massachusetts...
Man, what a day.
My wife had to work early, so I took my kid to his new school.
He won't stop crying.
Says he wants to move back to Chicago.
It broke my heart.
Any more excuses?
Good.
When you work with me, you be punctual.
You got it?
I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
- Come on. - Frank, how you doing?
- Marty. - Good to see you again.
Sorry we were late.
Al, could you go downstairs and help out Jimmy and Raul?
- Please? - Yeah, sure.
- Appreciate it. - This is his.
Hi, you guys.
- You don't trust me. - I live in a crappy neighborhood.
Yeah?
- Got that funny money? - Yeah.
Right here.
Looks good. Looks real good.
- We're in business. - Excellent.
There's just one problem.
This guy Al keeps asking me questions about my counterfeiter.
- Really? - He asked too many questions.
My instinct usually tells me when there's something wrong.
There's something wrong here, so I had him followed.
He's a fucking Secret Service agent.
What do you think I ought to do?
Make sure the body doesn't wash up on shore.
I want you to pop him for me.
I think maybe you're with him.
You came to me, remember?
So pop him. Show me I'm an asshole.
I'm just a businessman.
So pop him
and let's do some business.
Yes, that's what I'm looking for.
Let's go get an omelet. You like omelets?
I know a good place. We'll have chili and cheese.
Let me get my pistol.
My gun.
You're under arrest.
You're under arrest too.
Secret Service.
You knew the gun was empty, right?
You knew from the weight of the gun
that the chamber was empty?
- There could have been one bullet. - Oh, my God.
Do you think we can go someplace and talk about this?
You killed guys before?
- Does it get to you? - It gets to you.
I don't know if I'm cut out for this undercover stuff.
I was so scared.
You know, I joined the Secret Service because
I always wanted to protect people.
The idea of throwing yourself in front of a gun
hoping the bullet hits you instead of the guy you're protecting
You find that appealing?
I don't know.
Maybe I'm...
Maybe I'm just wrong for the job.
You're a good man. You'll make a good agent.
How do you know? This is the longest conversation we ever had.
I know things about people.
Come on. Let's get something to eat.
I want to go home, hug my wife and kid.
A lot of guys warned me you were a pain in the ass.
And they were right.
- I'll see you in the office. - Damn. The office.
Monroe wanted us to check out some wacko.
- I'll take care of it. - I'll go with you.
You go home, hug your wife and kid.
I am not nosy lady.
I don't snoop, but smoke alarm was going off.
I get scared.
I get more scared when I see what is there inside.
Smoke was from crumbs in oven left on.
Thirty-one years I'm in this country.
I love United States.
I go to White House.
Only United States can just anybody go
to the house of the president to visit.
So when I see this
these killing things
I call police.
They say they call Secret Service.
But two days, you don't come.
The president gets approximately 1.400 threats a year, ma'am.
We have to check them all.
You say this fellow's name is McCauley?
No, Joseph McCrawley from Denver, Colorado.
I still remember like yesterday.
I cry and cry.
Joseph McCrawley of Denver, right?
That's right.
Died over 30 years ago, age 11.
Your guy must have got himself a duplicate birth certificate
then used it to get a driver's license.
- Thanks, Jack. - See you.
Federal agents. Open up.
Ma'am.
Oh, my God.
That's you.
Yeah.
Frank Horrigan?
Yeah.
The Secret Service agent?
Yeah, what did I win?
My God, it's really you?
Who the hell is this?
That was you in my apartment last night.
McCrawley?
Why not call me Booth?
Why not Oswald?
Because Booth had flair, panache
the leap to the stage after he shot Lincoln.
- Where are you? - Closer than you might imagine.
It's very exciting to talk to you. I feel like I know you.
How's that?
I've read about you, seen photos.
You were JFK's favorite agent, the best and the brightest.
But that was a long time ago.
What's kept you in the game all these years?
Why don't we get together for a drink? We could talk about that.
I'd love to, but the less you know about me the better.
- Why? - I'm planning to kill the president.
You shouldn't have said that.
It's a federal offense to threaten the president.
You could go to jail even if you don't mean it.
I mean it, all right.
John F. Kennedy said all someone needs is a willingness
to trade his life for the president's.
- Right? - That's right.
I'm willing.
Going up against you
raises the game to a much higher level.
Fate has brought us together.
I just can't get over the irony.
What irony?
You being intimately involved
with the assassinations of two presidents.
Hang on a second. I got something on the stove.
He was only in the building for three weeks.
He came and left at odd hours.
What's really weird is that the other tenants noticed him on the stairs
but never really saw him.
Depending on who you talk to he was between 5'8" and 6'2"
between 165 and 180 pounds.
- Age? - Between 28 and 45.
Two months before an election, you get panic on a good day.
- They've been waiting for you. - Sam.
Been a long time since you've been over here.
I hear the new director isn't much fun.
- I've been the director for two years. - Yeah.
- Al D'Andrea. - Director.
- You know Matt Wilder? - Yeah.
He still owes me 20 bucks from Super Bowl XXl.
He always liked Denver.
This is Agent-in-Charge Bill Watts.
- And Lilly Raines. - Hello.
Secretaries get prettier and prettier around here.
And the field agents get older and older.
Lilly's an agent.
I knew that. I just wanted to see if she had a sense of humor.
Have a seat. Let's talk about this guy.
- I guess we're calling him Booth? - Yeah.
- What do you know about him? - Well, he's dangerous.
- How do you know? - I know things about people.
Why didn't you take appropriate steps
to know more that first night?
We had a busy day, Bill.
Too busy to investigate properly?
Your report says you were only in the room ten minutes.
I didn't have a warrant.
Given your reputation for undercover work...
- What reputation are you talking about? - Let's get back on track.
- What's he referring to? - Let's drop it.
Am I being paranoid or is he busting my balls?
Probably a little of both.
Bill, there was a time around here when I was almost as arrogant as you.
I don't have time for this.
I have to pull 75 agents out of Miami.
Keep me posted, Sam.
- What do we do with this guy? - We'll keep investigating.
Meanwhile, you could have my phone tapped.
- What makes you think he'll call again? - He'll call again.
He's got panache.
- "Panache"? - It means flamboyance.
- I know what it means. - Really?
- I had to look it up. - We'll tap your phone.
By the way, Frank...
Watts is nowhere near as arrogant as you were when you had Kennedy's ear.
Just what reputation was Watts referring to?
You know damn well.
Is it because I'm considered a borderline burnout
with questionable social skills?
What do you want to talk to me about, besides your reputation?
I want to be assigned to the president.
- Protection? - That's right.
After all these years? Christ, you're a dinosaur.
This guy's gonna make a try, and I've gotta be there.
- Watts would fight me tooth and nail. - Then fight him back.
You owe it to me after 30 years of favors.
If you knew how many times I protected your job...
I've got to come back.
You really want to stand post again, at your age?
Yeah.
I've got at least one pair of good shoes in the closet somewhere.
All posts, we're stopping. Traveler wants to work the ropes.
The French president's going with him. Get a security man up here.
He's coming over here, look!
Goddamn it.
- Mr. President! - Get back.
- What's going on here? - Horrigan had a heart attack.
- Pal, you okay? - Take it easy.
Get the hell out of here. What the hell's going on?
I got a call there was a cardiac case.
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm on my break here.
I get it.
You bastards.
Who's the wise guy?
Everybody back to work.
All right, who was the joker who called those guys?
It may not have been a joke. You were looking peaked out there.
I find out who it is, I'll pay him back in spades.
How can you be sure it was a "him"?
You missed my street, Al.
Why don't you have a car?
I lived in New York a lot of years. I like public transportation.
You like buses. That's great.
Why make me go out of my way every night?
I like your company.
He's a weird-looking guy, isn't he?
Yeah, if he still looks like that.
Pull up over here.
- It's a weird subculture, Al. - Yeah.
I'd like you to send some field agents to check these things
ask about some wackos.
Sure. First thing in the morning, I'll get on It.
- I'll talk to Jack about it. - Hang on. I got the other line.
Yeah.
- How are you doing? - I'm fine, thanks.
Hang on a second. Let me get rid of the other call.
- You got it? - We got it.
Keep him on the line till we get the ANI.
- Yeah. - Trying to trace me?
Why didn't I think of that?
You did or you're not the adversary I'd hoped for.
Speaking of which, how are you? I was worried about you today.
- Why? - In the motorcade
I thought you were gonna pass out.
You should get in shape for that kind of duty.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
By the way, I'm watching your movie.
Movie?
November, 1963. Kennedy's last days, the arrival in Texas.
It must have been exciting for you.
Dallas, that morning at Love Field.
You all look so radiant:
JFK, Jackie and you.
You look so young and able.
What did happen to you that day?
Only one agent reacted to the gunfire
and you were closer to Kennedy than he was.
You must have looked up at the window of the Texas Book Depository
but you didn't react.
Late at night, when the demons come
do you see the rifle coming out of that window
or do you see Kennedy's head being blown apart?
If you'd reacted to that first shot
could you have gotten there in time to stop the big bullet?
If you had, that could have been your head being blown apart.
Do you wish you'd succeeded or is life too precious?
What's done is done, Booth
I have that "Esquire" magazine article on the tenth anniversary
about you and all the other agents that were there that day.
So sad how your wife left you and took your little daughter.
You were so forthright about your drinking problem
and the fact that you weren't easy to live with.
I was so moved by your honesty.
The world can be a cruel place
to an honest man.
What about you, Booth? What's your story?
It's an epic saga.
I'll talk to you again soon.
Nice to have a friend.
- Did you get him? - We got him.
Go!
Get on the floor!
Get your hands where I can see them!
He could have a device that manipulates the ANI
and fakes the line's identification.
Makes it seem like he's calling from another number.
Where would he get this device?
He could build one if he were knowledgeable in digital circuitry.
- But you can't trace the call. - You can run a parity check.
If his line is wired for digital switches.
You can trace the call?
Not if it's an old, twisted-pair, analog line.
Damn it, Jack, give a straight answer
or my partner will shoot off his foot.
He calls again, you keep him on the line.
We'll see what we can do. Right, Tony?
You might suggest to the police that they don't knock down any more doors.
I'm intrigued, but why play it for me?
We'd like you to consider canceling the president's dinner tomorrow.
The state dinner, at the French embassy?
Do you know how long it took to line up this trip this close to the election?
This guy's manipulated the phone system.
If he has a knowledge of explosives, there could be problems.
Do your job, there won't be any problems.
It's not that hard to smuggle weapons inside an embassy.
You think the French want to knock off the president? Are you nuts?
- They love him. - Why does every chief of staff
You have no reason to believe this guy is any more dangerous
than thousands of others who make idie threats
but you want me to alter the itinerary of the world's most powerful man
and risk offending 40 million French.
Isn't it possible this guy has pushed some buttons in you?
Maybe you're overreacting a little.
I'm just trying to protect your boss, damn it.
So am I. We're trailing 12 points in the latest polls.
He could be out of a job in six weeks.
- He's got to be seen. - Even if it kills him?
Next order of business?
How could being a dozen points down look like good news?
The president was even worse off weeks ago.
His aldes will keep him out with the voters as much as they can
especially in the midwest.
Then an all-important swing through California.
Ladies and gentlemen
the President and the First Lady of the United States
and His Excellency, the President of France, and his wife.
- Agent Raines, you look devastating. - Thank you.
Good enough to eat, I might add, if you'll pardon the expression.
Every time I start to sympathize with you
you say something that really annoys me.
Why sympathize?
The tape of that phone call, when he mentioned your wife.
Ex-wife.
At any rate, I'm sorry.
It's strange that the only sympathy I get these days
is from a would-be assassin or a woman I tend to annoy.
Would you care to dance?
Perhaps some other time.
I get off in a couple hours.
What are you looking at?
I was wondering where you hide your firearm.
Don't tell me. Let me guess.
We're on final approach to Los Angeles.
The temperature is a balmy 76 degrees. It's a beautiful day out there.
Thanks for flying with us. We look forward to seeing you again.
I'd like to deposit this in the new account.
I'll need to see your corporate resolutions.
Microspan Corporation.
- What kind of business are you in? - Software.
- Up in San Jose. - Yes.
Based there, but I'm opening an office here in Los Angeles.
I like San Jose.
- Are you from there? - No.
- Where are you from? - Minneapolis.
You're kidding. So am I.
Wow, it's a small world.
I hated the winters.
Nine months of the year I'd stay indoors and pig out.
I moved here and have lost 30 pounds so far.
- What high school did you go to? - New Brighton High School.
There isn't any New Brighton High School.
There was when I was there.
Maybe I'm just confused.
It happens a lot.
What was the name of that high school on Third just across from...
I'm sorry, but I'm very late for a meeting. Will this take long?
Not at all. Just another minute.
Thank you.
You have a very pleasant way about you.
Thank you, Mr. Carney.
Agent Raines, how would you like to give a colleague a ride home?
Why do you keep flirting with me?
Am I flirting with you?
You know it can't possibly go anywhere, so why keep doing it?
Maybe it's because I know it can't possibly go anywhere.
Give me a lift. I'll buy you an ice cream.
No further obligations.
Boy.
I've never worked with a female agent before.
- How many are there? - About 125.
- Pure window dressing. - Excuse me?
Window dressing.
About 125 out of a little over 2.000.
They have you all around so the president can look good
to his feminist voters.
Do you make an effort to be obnoxious or is it a gift?
It's a gift.
Half the things we do are window dressing.
Take running alongside that limousine.
It'd take an antitank missile to put a dent in that damn thing.
There we are out for show
trying to make the president look more presidential.
If I'm here to court the feminist vote
what demographics do you represent?
Let's see.
White, piano-playing heterosexuals over the age of 50.
There ain't a whole lot of us, but we do have a powerful lobby.
Well, time flies when you're being annoyed.
- Where are you going? - I have a date.
- With whom? - That's none of your business.
You want a ride?
I don't think so.
I like it here this time of day. I'll hang out.
Thanks for the ice cream. See you.
You're welcome.
If she looks back, that means she's interested.
Come on now, give me a little look.
One little glance back.
Give me that smug look and be on your way.
Well, Abe...
Damn, I wish I could have been there for you, pal.
Hi, baby. How are you doing?
Come on up here. Give me a kiss. That's a good boy.
Yes, I missed you too.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.
- I got your address from the phone book. - But I'm not listed.
I suppose I better come clean.
I followed you.
I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this.
I'm new in town.
I was wondering if you would care to join me for dinner tonight.
That's very sweet, but I...
And I also wanted to apologize for lying to you this afternoon.
We both know I'm not from Minneapolis.
I shouldn't ask so many questions.
Did you mention our conversation
to anyone at the bank this afternoon?
May I?
Rory, settle down!
Pam, what's going on? Hi.
This is my roommate. Sally, this is Mr. Carney.
Call me Jim. How do you do?
Nice to meet you. I was just on my way out.
I'm afraid I can't let you ladies leave this evening.
What?
You shouldn't have been from Minneapolis.
Look, I don't know what you want, but...
- Hi, this is Sally. - And this is Pam.
We're either out having fun or we're asleep.
So leave your name and number and we'll call you back.
Bye.
Frank, I hope you don't mind me calling you at the office.
I was in the neighborhood.
No, why don't you drop by?
I'd love to.
Let me take some time to welcome those who are joining us late.
I'd love to drop by. I'd like It a lot.
We've got so much in common.
We do? Like what?
We're both willing to trade our lives for the president.
We're both honest and capable men
who were betrayed by people we trusted.
- I wasn't betrayed, Booth. - Sure you were.
The Warren Commission's report on the assassination...
They called your procedure "seriously deficient."
They criticized you and the other agents
who were out drinking late the nlght before
as though Kennedy would be alive today If you'd been in bed at 10:00 p.m.
That's ludicrous.
Maybe they were right.
As a matter of fact, they weren't right.
You wanted to station agents on his bumpers and sideboards.
He refused. Do you know why I think he refused?
I think he refused because he had a death wish.
He talked all the time about being assassinated.
His favorite poem was "I have a rendezvous with death"
which is not a good poem.
I think he wanted to die.
I think he didn't care that his death would ruin your life.
I think he was a selfish bastard.
But what do you think?
What about you? Who betrayed you?
I don't think he's scrambling it.
Some of the same people.
But I'm gonna get even. I'll have my day in the sun.
The question is: Will you have yours?
- It's coming. - You're in for a lot more pain.
How much of this shit do I have to listen to?
Jesus!
He's right across the street: Lafayette Park. Keep him on.
Are you guys crazy?
Do you see somebody over there?
I told you to get in shape.
This is your current address?
And you didn't see anybody suspicious hanging around that phone booth?
That's him.
Secret Service. I'm impounding this car.
He put his hand down here. We got fingerprints.
You all right?
- Tony. - Yeah?
Have a look at this.
- This the print from Secret Service? - Yeah.
Something strange here.
Shit. it's a C-12. We can't tell them.
- I'm afraid that we've drawn a blank. - You sure?
We ran that print against everything we've got.
What do we do now?
I'm leaving with the president in the morning.
- You keep investigating. - What should I do?
You're an adult human being. Think of something.
You're a real pain in the ass when things don't go your way.
Your friends warned you about that.
The president hit the campaign trail today.
He left from Andrews Air Force Base
on a whirlwind tour of 12 states over the next six days.
With just over a month to go before the election
the president is trailing his opponent by ten points.
To close that gap, he'll concentrate his campaign efforts in the midwest
where he's sagging in the polls.
The campaign swlng will wind up in Chicago with a big rally.
The president's campaign staff Is hopeful that by that time...
Reservations, Donna Lynn. May I help you?
I'm calling to find out when you would have a flight on Tuesday
from Washington to Los Angeles?
All right.
If possible, I'd like to get an open-ended ticket
because I may have to make some stops in the midwest on my return.
Denver Command Post, C-5 Agents.
We'll off-load the choppers first. Who's our route agent?
C-5 Agent, that will be Jack McKeen.
Denver Command Post, Watts. We have arrival: 1315.
C-5 Agent, where are we keeping these cars secured?
Denver Police Department has a fenced area for us.
Security Room, Watts. We're ten minutes out. Situation report.
Here in Denver, we gather today in the shadow of giants:
brave pioneers who overcame terrifying obstacles
to carve a new nation from a wilderness.
Today we are asked to match our vision to their vision
and to pass that legacy of a boundiess...
Horrigan to I.D Sector three secured?
Sector three is secure.
A legacy of tolerance...
The president campaigning today in Denver.
Here in Washington this afternoon, the Senate again delayed action...
We are living in a time of global economic transition.
We need compassion and vision to create a future
of peace and progress for every American.
That was the president stumping in Nebraska today.
He's due to arrive here in Los Angeles later in the month
to compete for California's crucial 54 electoral votes.
Hi, Sandy Riggs calling for James Carney.
If you're serious about trying to catch a rally
while you're in the midwest, you best call me.
The president's schedule changes hour by hour.
In answer to your other question
just send a check here to party headquarters.
Thanks again. I'm looking forward to meeting you.
Ladies and gentlemen of Holland, Michigan
the President of the United States!
We've gone a long way toward achieving that goal
but there's a lot left to do.
Watts, Flynn. We got some trouble on the tracks up ahead.
You better notify the White House staff.
Milwaukee will be easy tomorrow. We've only got one site.
May I have your attention, please?
Flight 318 to Milwaukee is now boarding at Gate 21.
Please have your boarding passes ready.
All passengers should proceed to the boarding area now.
Checking.
Found any bombs today?
- Agent Raines. - Agent Horrigan.
How's the first lady? Did she ask about me?
Have you gotten to know them yet?
I prefer not to get to know the people I'm protecting.
Why is that?
You might decide they're not worth taking a bullet for.
Here comes my replacement.
- Care to join me in the bar? - We can't drink on the road.
Of course not, but they've got a hell of a piano player.
I've played for presidents, and I've played with presidents.
Nixon and I once did a halfway decent duet of "Moonglow."
I heard he didn't like you.
That's not true. We got on all right.
His chief of staff was another matter.
Once at a rally in Boston
he ordered me to get rid of some antiwar protesters.
I said I couldn't do that. Freedom of speech, that kind of stuff.
He said, "When I'm talking to you, I am the president."
And I said, "You look more like a sack of shit in a cheap suit, sir."
I like the "sir". it's a classy touch.
I thought so.
So how come you never wear shades standing post?
I like the wackos to see the whites of my eyes.
A good glare can be just as effective as a gun.
- Know what I mean? - Yeah.
You got me.
You better stick to the shades, sweetheart.
Agent Raines, what are you afraid of?
Afraid of making a big mistake.
Good night.
We're looking at this route to the hospital...
Good.
We've got some updates on Milwaukee tomorrow.
Thanks.
Call Advance and see if we can get a backup route.
- Don't answer it. - Shit.
Traveler's lost ground in Georgia, so Milwaukee's off.
They're staging a rally outside Atlanta in a town called Woodstock.
We need you down at Communications, right away.
I'll be right down.
Traveler's losing ground in Georgia, so Milwaukee's out tomorrow.
And they're staging a rally somewhere outside Atlanta.
Damn.
Oh, dear.
What am I doing?
Shit.
Oh, boy.
Damn.
I gotta put all that shit back on, goddamn it.
Please open your purses for inspection.
You don't know how glad I am to see you all out in the rain with me today.
I've been going around saying
"Don't just vote for me, join me."
Today you certainly have.
We may feel a tad damp today
but guess who's going to be all wet on election day?
What about the watch list?
I've got 23 regional crazies under surveillance.
Chicago intelligence has nine more.
- The hospital? - St. Ann's.
Extra units of Traveler's blood type on hand.
Accessible to that alternative route as well.
ETA Chicago: ten minutes.
- Under the weather? - Sick as a dog.
Yeah? What's this?
"Psychological Profile of John Booth."
- Did you make a mistake? - What?
You said you were afraid of making a big mistake.
Let's be realistic. This job is not like we work in a bank.
You had an affair with an agent, and it came out badly.
He wasn't an agent.
He left you because you wouldn't quit. You were brokenhearted.
I left him because I wouldn't quit my job for him.
It did break my heart.
You vowed to never let a man come between you and your career.
Except now you're in love with me, and it scares you a little.
Blow your nose. Here.
Sorry.
What were to happen if I gave up my job for you?
Why would you do that?
Maybe I vowed to never let my career
come between me and a woman.
- Yeah? - Be careful, will you?
This whole event tonight has been advertised in advance. Just be alert.
This is Horrigan. It's a zoo out here.
It's not very secure. We've got to take Traveler underground.
All posts, this is Watts.
We're using the alternate arrival site: underground.
Horrigan to Watts. I think Booth may be here.
I thought you couldn't identify him.
I can't. Just call it a hunch.
With all due respect to your psychic abilitles, we'll stick to the game plan.
All posts, take your positions.
- You've got a fever. - Just stay alert in there.
There is one quality above all that marks this president.
It has earned him the affection of every working man and woman.
- Give us our president! - That quality is courage!
The question to us is:
Will we stand by the man
who has stood by us?
- Post check. Stage right? - Stage right all clear.
- Stage left? - Stage left clear.
- Stage center? - Stage center clear.
- Mezzanine left? - Mezzanine left all clear.
The President of the United States and the First Lady.
Gun!
Get down!
Get these people out of here!
Hold all radio traffic.
Security room. What the hell's going on in there?
I'm all clear.
False alarm.
Traveler's secure. All posts resume positions.
- You all right, Mr. President? - I'm all right.
Everything's all right, folks. Everything will be just fine.
We had a little false alarm there.
Wasn't that exciting?
Take your seats, please, ladies and gentlemen.
Security Room, Raines.
It was just a balloon popping. All clear.
Traveler wants to continue.
Do you have any idea how many votes you cost us last night?
The president came off looking like a coward on national television.
He came off all right.
You were the one that looked like the damn coward.
This is a joke to you?
No, you're a joke to me, Harry.
- You have no idea what we do here. - That's enough!
You call me Harry again, you'll be busting counterfeiters in Alaska.
You keep him away from the president, away from the White House
and you sure better keep him away from me!
You don't talk to the chief of staff like that!
- I don't work for him. - No, you work for me. You did.
You're off my detail.
My Super Bowl debt.
in case I don't see you after this trip.
You know, if you were just to acknowledge
that it was an unfortunate situation
I won't apologize for doing my job.
I'm not saying you should
but the president was humiliated.
He's alive, isn't he?
We're here to safeguard his dignity as well.
I'm not paid for that.
What about the time Kennedy's girlfriend was caught in the White House
and you said she was with you?
Don't believe every rumor someone tells you.
Wilder told me the whole story
about how you were suspended a month without pay.
I'd say that was safeguarding his dignity.
That was different. He was different.
Maybe you were different.
I was different.
The whole damn country was different.
Everything would be different right now too
if I'd been half as paranoid as I am today.
Fuck.
Why not just retire, Frank?
Live off your pension.
I mean, what's the point?
Somebody else asked me that not long ago.
Hell, you don't spend any money on anything except jazz records.
I want to stay on the Booth case.
All right.
- As for protective detail, I can't... - I understand.
That thing in Chicago... l just don't understand.
I've never been on the wrong side of a judgment call like that.
You had the flu, for Christ's sake.
It's been known to impair judgment.
Face it.
You're too old for this shit.
- Hello. - What happened in the Windy City?
The balloon get you in a little panic?
- You were there? - Yes, I was.
Watching the president, I couldn't help wondering
why a man like you would risk his life to save a man like that.
You have such a strange job.
I can't decide if it's heroic or absurd.
Why would a man like you risk his life to kill a man like that?
Don't you have a psychological profile on me yet?
I don't put a lot of stock in them.
Nor do I.
A man's actions don't equal the sum of his psychological parts.
- Doesn't work that way. - Just how does it work?
It doesn't work.
God doesn't punish the wicked and reward the righteous.
Everyone dies.
Some die because they deserve to.
Others die simply because they come from Minneapolis.
It's random, and it's meaningless.
If none of this means anything, then why kill the president?
To punctuate the dreariness.
It sounds to me like you need to get yourself laid.
You're the same as me.
Name one thing in your life that has any meaning.
- I play the piano. - That's not enough.
How do you know? Do you play?
I've seen you in your bar alone.
There's no cause left worth fighting for.
All we have is the game.
I'm on offense.
You're on defense.
When do we start playing the game?
The clock's ticking.
Take care.
Walt.
He scrambled it again. I missed him.
Fuck!
Fucker.
Jesus, Frank.
I've been calling for hours. I thought something happened to you.
Are you okay?
No, I'm not okay.
I'm sick, I'm tired, and I'm armed. So be careful.
- You're also a genius. - Not to be recognized in this lifetime.
- You listen to the tapes of the call? - Yeah. Remember you said...
Call the Minneapolis field office. Ask about accidental deaths
anything we might pin to Booth.
- Will you listen to me, please? - Spit it out.
You said to have field agents check into model builders.
There's a professor at the Art Center College of Design
in Pasadena, California.
I think we got something.
Like I told your colleague, I met him at a design conference in New Orleans.
We ordered some drinks at a hotel bar.
He seemed like a nice enough guy.
This is good.
But when the talk turned to politics, he took on a real nasty edge.
He said he felt betrayed by the government
and he wanted to exact some measure of revenge.
The way he said it scared the shit out of me.
So I said, "Okay, nice talking to you. Good luck."
And I got the hell out of there.
But I cannot remember his name.
But I'm pretty sure he said he was from Phoenix.
You guys ought to talk to a guy in Phoenix named Walter Wickland.
He knows everybody down there.
Book us on the first flight to Phoenix.
How about we get a police artist together with the professor here
have a composite sketch faxed to us?
You figure that one out all by yourself?
Kiss my ass.
I told you you'd make a good agent.
It doesn't look much like him, but that's got to be Mitch Leary.
I haven't seen him in over a year.
What do you know about the guy?
Do you see this wheelchair?
Mitch bought it for me. It cost over a thousand dollars.
- See this? - Whoa, take it easy.
This is in case he ever comes back.
He accused me of ripping off one of his model designs.
Said my penalty for disloyalty was death.
You put him away, let me know. I'll sleep better.
You got any idea where we can find him?
Yeah, I think I might have his address around here somewhere.
Don't move.
Drop it!
- Let him go, Horrigan. - I got him.
It's okay.
We're on the same team.
- Hands, motherfucker! - I'm getting my identification!
Give it to me.
David Coppinger, CIA.
Who's this asshole?
- He's with me. - Shit.
Goddamn it.
Are you here for Leary or me?
Mr. Leary used to be one of our operatives.
He's threatened to kill the president.
We didn't think he was serious till you found that fingerprint.
But you and the FBI knew.
- I understand your frustration. - You understand my frustration?
You pompous son of a bitch!
What the fuck did Leary do for you anyway?
Run coke for the Contras? Sell arms to lran?
It's a C-12 matter, so this is off the record.
If asked, I'll deny it.
Leary is what we nowadays call a wet boy.
What's a wet boy?
- Leary's an assassin. - Jesus.
In Leary's case, that's putting it too gently.
He's more like a predator.
- Was that you shooting? - Yes.
What kind of gun is that?
Something I made.
No kidding?
You made it?
Guess it beats paying for it.
Can I see it?
Yeah.
- Shit, it's light. - Yeah?
- What's it made of? - It's composite, like plastic.
It's pretty neat.
You mind if I give her a little dance?
Not at all.
Go for it.
That is really great!
Would you be interested in selling it?
No, I need it.
For what?
To assassinate the president.
- Why would you want to do that? - Why did you kill that bird, asshole?
Mitch Leary was one of our most effective contractors
but political climates changed, and cutbacks were made.
Leary didn't take it too well. He couldn't adjust to civilian life.
We've been looking for him for some time.
Maybe you folks in the FBI will have more luck.
- If we can work together, it's possible. - Wouldn't that be refreshing?
We have his fingerprints and numerous photographs.
What makes you think he looks like any of these?
They're at least 15 years old.
A man in his line stays out of the camera's eye.
They're worthless. He'll be in disguise anyway.
- We need photo alterations. - Yeah.
Gentlemen, what I'm about to show you
is highly classified.
This man is a former colleague of Leary's.
A close friend
who went by his home in Phoenix to try to persuade him
to accept counseling and retraining.
This is how Leary treats his friends.
We need every possible variable:
facial hair, skin colorization
glasses, weight changes.
Keep in mind, he's 15 years older now.
As good as they are, they aren't much good.
The eyes are dead.
Always tell a man by his eyes.
- Look, tomorrow morning, I'd like... - I'm resigning tomorrow.
What?
Why? Just because you were scared in Phoenix?
Hell, I was scared too. You did your job.
I have nightmares, Frank
about that boat, with the plastic bag over my head.
I can't breathe.
Phoenix just clinched it.
- The Service has counseling for this. - I've been to the counselors.
Look, I need you. We can get this guy.
I can't do it!
Stop this cockamamie shit now, will you?
Come on, pal, I need you.
Please.
Cockamamie. That's a word your generation hasn't embraced yet.
Maybe you ought to use it once in a while
just to keep it alive.
- Cockamamie. - Yeah.
- Oh, God. - It made you laugh, for Christ's sake.
You kill me.
Frank, he's on the line!
I got it.
- Hello? - Hello, Frank.
Let me take a second to give a hearty welcome to all of you
joining our program in progress.
I know who you are, Leary.
I'm glad, Frank.
Friends should be able to call each other by name.
We're not friends.
Sure we are.
I've seen what you do to friends.
What's that supposed to mean?
You slit your friend's throat.
You talked to Coppinger?
Yeah, that's right.
Did you delouse?
The man's a professional liar.
I saw the photos.
No, you saw what he wanted you to see.
I saw a picture of your friend
lying on the floor with his throat cut.
But you didn't see what you couldn't possibly know.
They sent my best friend, my comrade in arms
to my home to kill me!
Your voice is shaking.
I never lied to you, and I never will!
Why is it everyone who ever knew you
said that you're a sick son of a bitch?
Your colleagues, your wife.
What does your wife say about you?
We're not talking about me.
- I want you of all people to understand. - Why should I understand?
We both used to think this country was a very special place!
- You don't know what I used to think. - But you know about me?
Do you have any idea what I've done for God and country?
Some pretty fucking horrible things!
I don't even remember who I was
before they sunk their claws into me.
- They made you into a real monster. - And now they want to destroy me
because we can't have monsters roaming the quiet countryside.
What do you see when you're in the dark and the demons come?
I see you.
I see you standing over the grave
of another dead president.
That's not going to happen. I'm on to you.
Fuck you. I am willing to trade my life for his.
I am smart and willing, and that is all it takes.
That president is coming home from California
in a fucking box.
Where in California?
You want the address?
Come on.
I'll keep you in the game, but I'm not going to throw it for you.
Give yourself up.
So I can live a long and fruitful life?
We can work something out.
Fuck you.
Don't fucking lie to me.
I have a rendezvous with death.
And so does the president.
So do you, if you get too close to me.
You have a rendezvous with my ass, motherfucker!
Do you know how easily I could kill you?
Do you know how many times I've watched you go in and out of that apartment?
You're alive because I have allowed you to live.
So you show me
some goddamn respect!
St. Francis Hotel, Florida Avenue in northeast.
Let's go! Move it!
Take my hand.
Take it. You don't, you'll die.
You're going to shoot me, after I saved your life?
Shit!
The only way to save the president is to shoot me.
Are you willing to trade your life for his?
Or is life too precious?
Don't fucking move!
Frank, I got him.
Nothing here.
Frank, you got a phone call.
- Yeah. - You looked so sad on the bus.
I'm sorry. It was self-defense.
Tell me about Skellum.
You're barking up the wrong tree.
Skellum's worthless.
Meeting him in Los Angeles?
It's late in the game, and you're way behind.
I'm way ahead.
I know what you look like. I've seen your eyes.
My eyes might look different next time.
What's behind them won't.
You better pray I don't find you, prick.
"Pray"? Do you want to kill me?
That's right.
The irony is so thick you could choke on it.
There's no fucking irony, Mitch!
Think.
The same government that trained me to kill, trained you to protect.
Yet now you want to kill me, while, 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.
Don't cry about it now.
It does make me wonder about Dallas though.
Did you really do all you could have
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?
- Ran five different counties. - What about Louisiana?
Jack was checking that. Hang on.
No Skellums. Sorry.
Shit.
Damn it!
The election's in three weeks.
You're asking me to commit political suicide.
I'm asking you to stay out of California.
If this guy's so smart, he won't tell you where he'll make an attempt.
He wouldn't lie to me.
Isn't that sweet? Have you become that close?
California is the key to the whole damn race.
We've narrowed the gap to five points. We can't let up now.
We'll change our procedures. Move him around in unmarked cars.
Frisk everyone withing 50 yards.
Frisk people going into $10.000-a-plate dinners?
You're overreacting again.
If I don't overreact, the president's dead.
Why is he here? I said keep him away.
Frank's heading this investigation.
Then let him investigate.
As long as he doesn't come within sight of the president.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm in the middie of a campaign here.
Hi.
Up late?
Lead advance for Los Angeles.
It's a lot of work.
- What's up? - I've got a request.
I'd like you to talk to Watts.
Get me on your advance team.
- He thinks you'll overreact. - What do you think?
I think maybe you're too close to all this.
That's why I've got to be there.
I can spot him. I can anticipate him.
- You think he'll be in California? - Yes.
- Why would he tip his hand like that? - To keep the game close.
He'll be there.
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?
Passengers arriving on flight 1026 from Washington, Dulles
may claim their baggage
Mr. Horrigan, welcome to Los Angeles.
Here in Washington analysts ask:
Can the president close the remaining distance in time?
The answer lies in California
where the president will appear at a rally
at the Bonaventure Hotel in Los Angeles.
Field office, Chavez.
The advance team is at the Bonaventure. I'll stick with them.
Will advise.
- Any problems? - No, secured up.
Security Room, TSD.
We swept the western end of the motorcade route.
Manholes are secured, mailboxes removed
abandoned vehicles towed, bridges checked out.
We're moving to sector three.
We'll need sharpshooters on both those towers there.
We'll place three sharpshooters there
which covers those restricted blocks.
Other polls today had the president still gaining
but analysts say if he's going to close the margin
it will have to be on that California trail.
Welcome to Los Angeles International airport.
Baggage claim and ground transportation are on the lower level.
Radio operators will set up over here.
Presidential Suite. Yeah, who's this?
TSD is up here sweeping the room right now.
That's it. Work hard.
Raines, this is Horrigan. Double-checking those exits?
Yes. This is the third time now.
Watch list: Paul Rubiak, yellow, section five.
- Secret Service. - Get the fuck...
Robert Stermer.
He's a bellboy. He's been cleared.
- Yeah, he's clean. - All right.
Robert, have a nice day.
Show's over, folks. Let's pack it up.
Let's go. Pack it up and move.
Mr. Carney? All set.
Finally we meet.
You are James Carney?
You must be Sandy Riggs.
I was starting to wonder if you really existed
or maybe you were an angel sent down to help the party.
I'm very much human.
Let's have a drink.
They got a bar up at the top of this place.
It's beautiful! What a view!
When does the president arrive?
Tomorrow evening, just in time for dinner.
Here's your invitation. Don't lose that.
The Secret Service has been driving me bonkers.
I got you a great seat.
It's just a stone's throw away from the president himself.
So, tell me, James, what is Microspan Corporation all about?
I just came to meet the president.
I wouldn't presume to bore you with my business.
I don't blame you. One thing I don't understand is high-tech.
I can't wait to introduce you to him.
Would you look at this beautiful view?
Yes, it is very pretty.
Did you get the list of the dinner guests?
Who is the fat cat organizer?
Yes, Sanford Riggs
the Chairman of the California Victory Fund.
Call Keziah over at LAPD
and make sure they have no police uniforms missing.
It's been taken care of.
Call the hospital to see if they have that supply of B-positive.
Your average American businessman
looks at a product, a marketing scheme, what have you
and he sees the length and width of it.
The Japanese see the depth, the long-term effect.
We look at the next fiscal quarter.
The Japanese look at the next quarter of a century.
Try to get our people to understand that, John?
Mr. Riggs, can I talk to you for a moment?
Excuse me, fellows.
- Who's that? - Secret Service agent.
Do you know everyone who's attending this dinner personally?
I sure do.
How about these pictures here? Any of them look familiar?
I went through all this with another agent yesterday.
I'll cooperate
but this is bordering on harassment.
Yeah, I'm a harassing kind of guy.
I'll be right back, Mr. Carney.
- He did what any of us would have. - He beat up a bellboy on television.
- I was there. - I'd say he's overwrought.
We're all a little overwrought knowing Leary's out there someplace.
- You don't think he's a liability? - No, I don't think he's a liability
You're in the minority. I want him gone before Traveler arrives.
- That's not fair. - Send him to San Diego in the morning.
By whose order? Harry Sargent's?
You want to tell him or should I?
Somebody's approaching Traveler's suite.
Lilly, you there?
Hi.
What are you doing up here?
I was just seeing if there was anything more I could do.
You know, between the Los Angeles Police Department
the FBI and the rest of us
there are 229 people protecting Traveler tomorrow.
A lot of guns.
Leary gets off a shot, you and I could be killed in the cross fire.
Bill Watts just called.
Heard about the bellman?
So did Traveler.
They want you to go to San Diego and assist in the advance there tomorrow.
Just like that.
It's not just you against Leary.
You gotta have some faith in the rest of us.
You know something?
For years I've been listening to all these idiots on bar stools
with all their pet theories on Dallas.
How it was the Cubans or the CIA
or the white supremacists or the mob
or whether it was one weapon or whether it was five.
None of that's 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.
Had been raining all morning. The air was...
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 have reacted.
I should have been running flat-out.
I just couldn't believe it.
If only I reacted, I could have taken that shot.
That would have been all right with me.
What's the number of that San Diego office?
619-Ukulele.
- "Ukulele"? - That's how I remember it.
Seven numbers, seven letters. You just push u-k-e-l-e-l-e. Easy.
Wait a minute. Isn't ukulele spelled u-k-u?
I don't know. But the phone number's u-k-e-l-e-l-e.
Wait a second.
Attention, all passengers.
Flight 158 to San Dlego Is now boarding at Gate 7.
Jesus.
We have an arrival. Chopper standing by to take Traveler to site one.
Southwest Savings. May I help you?
- Southwest? - Yes. May I help you?
- Hello? - What's your address?
Taxi!
Raines to lobby agents, post check.
- Post 3? - Roger. In place.
- Post 6? - Roger. In place.
- Post 12? - Roger. In place.
Wait right here.
I'm sorry there's no Mitchell Leary or Joseph McCrawley in our accounts.
Try to imagine him in disguise: a hat
wigs, mustache, that sort of thing.
I haven't seen him, but I've only been here a couple weeks.
Who was in charge of new accounts before you?
Pam Magnus.
Where can I find her?
She's dead.
She was murdered.
She was murdered, and she was from Minneapolis.
They won't cancel. You know what Sargent said.
At least make the arrival underground. Don't give Leary a target.
They want a big show. They said unless we have proof...
The proof may just be a dead president.
I'm pulling up all the accounts opened during Pam's last six months.
We don't log them by the date entered. It's going to take time to compile.
Fax me the list as soon as you get them, please.
All agents in position.
Please step back, sir.
Please empty your pockets.
Thank you.
You're from Texas, right?
Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States.
It's fantastic.
I'm sorry?
Frank, what are you doing here? Watts will shit if he sees you.
- You get a fax for me? - Yeah, just now.
What is it? What's this about?
What the hell is going on?
Jesus.
- What the hell is he doing here? - I don't know.
- Who gave you permission... - He's here. His name is Jim Carney.
- You're not on this post. - I want the damn seating chart!
Give him the chart.
Gun!
Put the gun down!
Move!
Don't shoot! Out of the way!
Get down!
Lock him up!
Don't shoot!
Get him in! Come on!
- Inside! - Move it!
Raines to shooters. Hold your fire.
Get out of his way!
He has a hostage!
Raines to shooters. If you have a shot, take it!
Nice view.
- What's the plan, Captain? - It's your man up there.
You tell me.
All posts, hold radio traffic.
Get me sharpshooters on the north and west towers.
Take the subject out.
So you had the guts. You took the bullet.
I broke my damn ribs.
Sorry. I wasn't aiming at you.
Where are the shooters?
West tower in place. No lights inside.
Shit. No shot from the north.
- We can't see inside. - A bulletproof vest is cheating a bit.
Otherwise, you played a good game.
It's no game, Leary. I was doing my job.
What are we gonna do now?
Do you believe in the nobility of suicide?
But if you want to blow your head off, be my guest.
Nicely put, except I don't want to leave this miserable world alone.
- West tower, do you have a shot? - Negative.
Too dark. Target unclear.
It's better to die with a friend.
You're not a friend.
You're a damn killer, you sick bastard.
Don't talk to me like that. I saved your life. You owe me.
- I don't owe you shit. - I was always honest and fair with you.
- Go ahead and shoot. - It's Frank.
Quiet!
Come on, damn it.
- Frank, are you talking to me? - What are you waiting for?
What am I waiting for?
I'm waiting for you to show me some goddamn gratitude.
Without me, you'd still just be another sad-eyed, piano-playing drunk.
I brought you into this game.
I let you keep up with me.
- I made you a goddamn hero today. - You didn't make me anything.
I redeemed your pathetic, shitty life.
I just did my job. You're the one with the fucking pathetic life.
- Go ahead and shoot, damn it. - They can't see inside.
If they fire, you'll be hit.
I want you to thank me first.
- Shut up and shoot. - All right.
All right.
Shooters, stand by to fire. Wait for 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?
To be honest and fair with you, no.
But it's my job.
All you people, stay back!
Take it.
- You okay? - Stand back, please.
We've been working with Agent Horrigan for quite some time.
Yes, Frank exemplifies courage and self-sacrifice.
Guess I overreacted again, Harry?
Agent Horrigan, just a moment.
Agent Horrigan, why are you retiring from the Secret Service?
Because I hate desk work
and I'm too old to run alongside limousines.
And thanks to you people plastering my picture everywhere
I'm no good for undercover work.
One more question!
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.
- 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.
I wonder, Frank, did you kill me?
Who won our game?
Not that it matters.
For among friends, like you and me
it's not whether you wln or lose, but how you play the game.
Now the game is done, and it's time to get on with your life.
But I worry that you have no life to get on with.
You're a good man
and good men, like you and me
are destined to travel the lonely road.
Good-bye and good luck.
I'll bet you that brown pigeon down there
flies off before the white one.
How do you know?
I know things about pigeons.