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A very klutzy bodyguard.

I mean, one more like him,

and I'd be safer in Cuba.

Is that why you missed all

those inaugural balls?

Claire, would you go out into the

world wearing this medal of honor?

Sally More, CBS.

Mrs. Craig, exactly what happened

with that explosion yesterday?

Was that an accident?

Maybe I'll let Mr. Killian

explain that to you.

Yes, it was an accident.

Tire blew out.

Then, it wasn't connected

with the First Lady.

No way whatsoever.

- Mrs. Craig.

- Mrs. Craig, please, Daily News over here.

Mrs. Craig, isn't it true

that you and the President...

haven't shared the same bed since

your arrival in Washington?

- Would you mind identifying yourself?

- Derek Finney, National Gazette.

Isn't it also true, Mrs. Craig,

that as a matter of fact...

you and the President haven't been

together since the convention?

Does the Gazette

qualify as the press?

I had the impression it was manufactured

strictly as wallpaper for local outhouses.

- Touch.

- Are you evading the question, Mrs. Craig?

No, Mr. Finney, just the

answer, because I know...

that no matter what I say, you've

already written your libelous version.

- Mrs. Craig.

- Mrs. Craig, please.

Mrs. Craig, June Merkel,

Washington Daily Tribune.

Do you intend to involve yourself in

government like Rosalynn Carter did?

Her staff cost nearly

$1 million a year.

I expect I'll stick my nose

in my husband's business...

every day and night, especially

to push the passage of ERA.

Mr. Finney.

Where'd you get that line on

the First Lady, Mr. Finney?

You fellas know I don't have

to reveal my sources to you.

But it's straight from

the horse's mouth.

You know, yokels who shoot off their

mouths get their mouths shot off.

Are you threatening the

freedom of the press?

No, just you.

I warn you boys.

Y'all will be reading about this.

We better not.

The ship of state's

developed a leak.

Just make sure it didn't

come from our team.

Killian, you've been to more of

these clambakes than I have.

How did you think it went?

- Very well. You're very fast on your feet.

- Thank you.

Incidentally, how did

I draw you again?

I specifically asked

Fitzroy to replace you.

That's a coincidence, because

I was talking to Fitzroy...

about replacing you in four years.

Come on, Killy, wake up.

- Come on.

- What?

Get with it, Killy. Wake up.

What the hell is going on?

One Momma broke out of the White

House without any security.

- That's impossible.

- Sure it is.

That's why she's being held

at Andrews Air Force Base.

Marine One is picking us

up on the South Lawn.

I don't know how the

hell she got out.

- Where is she going?

- California.

John Hammond.

Jay Killian. You did well.

- Thanks.

- Where is she?

Inside.

I'd approach her from the

side, she's a high kicker.

I've been there.

- Who's he?

- Pilot. We checked, he's been cleared.

You again.

Yes?

No use arguing. The President's

cleared her for the flight.

I'll have a limo for you at the

John Wayne, Newport Beach. Go.

Oh, boy.

"Oh, boy, " what?

Oh, boy, am I going

to miss Nancy Reagan.

This is November Charlie 4-3-3-9...

calling Marine Operator,

San Pedro, California.

This is Marine Operator

calling Spread Eagle.

This is Spread Eagle, over.

Cappy, you old rum pot.

I'm three hours out,

and I'm on the way in.

That's fine, Miss Laramie.

I want Dad's yacht fueled and ready for two

weeks at Catalina by the time I get there.

The hell you say.

What's wrong, Cappy?

I called Dad at Tahoe,

and he said it was okay.

We're high and dry and the ways is

getting the bottom scraped and painted.

To hell with that, just drop her

in the drink and send her on home.

The fuel tanks are sucking air.

Cappy, you fuel up and buy

stores for two weeks at sea.

And you be at the house by

the time I get there...

or I'll have your guts for garters.

Washington hasn't sweetened

that temper of yours, girl.

Spread Eagle is clear.

I'll be back.

Mrs. Craig, can I sit

with the pilot awhile?

Yes, dear, you do that.

Let Wally teach you how to fly.

I already know how to fly, ma'am.

There you are, Killian,

I thought we'd lost you.

Moonlight becomes you.

It's the best seat in the house.

And the most appropriate.

All right, let's go.

Okay, let's go.

Have you been to Newport

before, Killian?

Since I was 17.

Used to go there on

summer vacations.

- From where?

- Arizona State.

Prison?

After that, I spent a lot of time

there during the Nixon years...

when the western White

House was at San Clemente.

- Where are you from, anyway?

- Tombstone, Arizona.

- You ever hear of Kirk Killian?

- Yeah, Western writer.

My father.

I read a lot of his books, Killy.

He was very good.

Thanks.

He brought us to Tombstone because he

wanted to do some research on Wyatt Earp.

My father is buried there.

- On Boot Hill?

- Where else?

Sandy.

Hey, Mrs. Craig, welcome home.

Where's the boat?

She's coming down

the bay right now.

Ahoy, Cappy.

Ahoy, Miss Nervy, got the stores on board,

going to top off the tank right now.

Wait a second. Why don't you pull

alongside now, and we'll all go with you.

The hell we will.

Never mind, Captain!

For Pete's sake, Killian, I've been

climbing on and off that boat...

for the past 10 years without

so much as a hangnail.

You're not going aboard that

boat until it's been inspected.

I'd take care, mister,

she knows karate.

Thanks.

Pull on up.

- That's good.

- Is that all right?

- Put it on forward.

- Got it.

There you go.

Ma'am, are you planning to

go to sea on that boat?

That's what one generally

does with boats.

One goes to sea in them.

- I wish you had told me earlier.

- Why?

I have to call in a team from

the local branch of the service

to go over it with

a fine tooth comb.

That'll take hours.

Maybe days.

Damn you, Killian,

you have no right.

Yes, I do, ma'am.

But Calvin gave me permission.

He said it was okay.

- The President gave you permission?

- Yes.

He knows better than that.

Come on, Killian, have a heart.

This is Dad's place,

I used to live here.

I practically grew up on that

boat. She's perfectly safe.

- Are you all right, Mrs. Craig?

- I think so.

I'm okay. Will you look at that?

How's that for the

luck of the Irish?

Briggs, get on over there

and see if anybody's alive.

Right.

Tyler, call Fitzroy,

tell him what happened.

Poor Cappy, I've got to go see

if there's something I can do.

I'm sure your friend,

the captain, is dead.

We're in luck. Fitzroy says the

Vice President's in Los Angeles.

We have air force Two for the turnaround.

Rendezvous John Wayne Airport, one hour.

- You and Briggs stay here.

- You'll have to go without me.

- Can't do that.

- The President's ordered us home.

- Especially you.

- The hell with that.

It's my belief that somebody

just tried to kill you.

That's ridiculous.

You're overreacting.

What happened down there

was a tragic accident.

It's not the first time a boat's

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