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blown up while taking on fuel.

A gasoline-powered boat, yes,

but your boat was a diesel...

and they don't explode

without some help.

They're sending you in a

helicopter back to Washington.

Lee Barstow and his team

are going with you.

She's called the President from

the plane. He's not too happy.

- I don't give a damn.

- I'm not too fond of her myself.

- Killy.

- Yeah?

I have a great idea.

- I'll bet you do.

- Your place or mine?

Your place.

That's wonderful.

What happened to you?

You just outlasted me.

- You enjoyed last night?

- I never slept better in my life.

Slept?

Did I miss something?

Sailor, you didn't miss nothing.

Charlie, get some clothes on.

That's not what you

said last night.

Why don't you move

in here permanently?

I don't want to die

from a terminal orgasm.

Hello. Hi, Tyler.

Yes, he's here. Finally.

- Where are you?

- I just got in from the coast.

- Did you find out anything?

- You bet.

The first thing I did was hire

a diver to check the boat.

It was in 10 feet of water, so

he had to go to the engine room.

There was one explosion, came from the

keel, up, C-4 plastic, not limpet.

I called Dr. Hoxley at the

Orange County Coroner's office.

He said that Captain Ogilvy and the cook

were killed by shrapnel and debris.

There was no water in their lungs.

Okay, better get some sleep.

Right. One other thing, Sandy Ott

identified the barnacle man.

Who is he?

His name was Pritchard Young.

No one seems to know anything

about him around here.

- I'll be talking to you later.

- Right.

The yacht was definitely

blown up premeditatedly.

Then there's no doubt someone

is trying to kill One Momma.

Do you think this is

Reno Bracken's own idea?

No, not a chance.

This is big.

Treason?

The highest, I'm afraid.

Thanks for a really nice night.

I think you deserve two

in a row, don't you?

Maybe.

And I'll get even

better after the wedding.

Nobody mentioned marriage.

This is the number-two man

to Bracken, Pritchard Young.

Yes?

Senator Bunsen of Hawaii wants to see

you in his office as of right now.

Okay.

That was Fitzroy.

Seems like Bunsen wants to see me.

The Presidential Advisor and

Chief of Staff? We got trouble.

- Aloha.

- Aloha, Senator.

Spoken like a native, brother.

Been to my islands?

Yes.

What do your friends call you?

Just Killy.

Killy, I'm afraid we've run

into some stormy weather.

Doesn't matter whether the

First Lady is right or wrong.

She doesn't like you.

She's colored the

President's point of view.

I didn't mean to plunge the new

administration into the abyss of despair.

That's very funny.

The fact is, with my seniority...

I should be attached to the

President, not the First Lady.

That's true, but not

possible right now.

I've had a few run-ins with the iron maiden,

and she doesn't forgive very easily.

- Shall I slit my wrists?

- Madam prefers castration.

No, thanks.

I've had a few tilts with the lady.

She's a very difficult woman and a

bad influence on the President.

Somebody else feels like that.

I don't follow.

I think somebody's

trying to kill her.

- I've thought of that myself.

- No, Senator, I'm serious.

That's pretty unlikely...

but coming from a man

with your experience...

I would say it's a fact.

I'll look into it. Meanwhile,

you stay away from her.

We'll put another team on her. I'll

give the President your point of view.

- Thanks.

- I'll be in touch.

Loudermilk called with

some screwball message.

"897-1600."

Okay.

Don't "okay" me. What does it mean?

There are 897 steps to the top

of the Washington Monument.

"1600" means 4:
00 p.m.

So, why the

cloak-and-dagger routine?

When we were going through our divorce,

Imogene bugged all the telephones.

It was the only way to have

a private conversation.

Ingenious.

Okay, Killy.

Find out anything?

I don't know, but I found

a cockroach in my phone.

This might be more private

than anything else.

I have to go on leave for a few days.

I want you to take over until I get back.

What's up?

I wish I knew. Listen, let's keep

using this system in the meantime.

Be talking to you.

- Yes?

- Killy, are you on a rest cure or what?

Why, Senator Bunsen ordered me

to take a week or so off...

at One Momma's suggestion.

Senator Bunsen doesn't run this office,

neither does Madam Battle-Ax. I run it.

That means you should consider coming

to my office for a powwow at 8:00 a.m.

- Short layoff.

- You mind sitting down?

One Momma is going

to make a speech...

in front of the student body at

Washington-Lee University...

in Lexington, Virginia,

tomorrow afternoon.

Our Barstow team is her security. She'll

be flying out on Marine One chopper.

Isn't it awful we missed her?

Yeah.

Jokes, Miss Chang.

This mission may not turn

out to be so damn funny.

I'm sure that you're all aware...

that we maintain a sky watch on the

roof of the old executive building.

To shoot down any aircraft that

invades White House air space.

All right, we keep an arsenal up

there, rockets, with two-man sentries.

Right after midnight, those sentries

were taken out with tasers...

and four rockets were stolen.

Are you guessing Reno

Bracken took them?

For security reasons, the flight

will proceed from the White House...

to Round Hill, Virginia...

then over to Winchester.

And we turn south...

to New Market, which is down here.

Then Staunton, down here...

and then finally to

Lexington, Virginia.

Isn't Robert E. Lee buried

right there in the chapel?

He is.

We have over 200 miles...

where the bad guys can get loose one

of these heat-seeking missiles.

Any ideas?

You'll have the usual pair

of gunships on perimeter?

They won't go for the gunships.

Instead, we could use Marine One

as a scout ship with ammonia guns.

Which are what?

Only monkeys and man emit

ammonia in this way...

and it can be detected

from long distances.

Gives us early warning.

Aren't we risking the First

Lady's life in a chopper?

She won't be on it then.

Let me explain.

I should have known it would be you.

What the hell is going on?

I'm sorry, ma'am, I felt...

No, not you, let him tell me,

and don't call me "ma'am."

Well....

Majesty, somebody

doesn't like you...

and they're going to try

to shoot the bird down.

We thought you'd be

safer on the ground.

Would you mind getting

in the car, please?

My horoscope said it was

going to be a rotten day.

And you've just made it that.

Honestly, with your sense of paranoia,

shouldn't you see a shrink?

If you feel the same

way tomorrow, ma'am...

I'll even let you

make the appointment.

How do you like Lee

Barstow and his team?

About the same.

Male arrogance,

invasion of privacy...

using security to push me around.

But he's more of a gentleman

than Mr. Killian.

I was raised in a

poor neighborhood.

- How can you stand him?

- I've got a very strong stomach.

Killy, the red barn up ahead, we have

a positive reading on the sniffer.

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