Assassination Page #4
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1987
- 88 min
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Take a defensive position.
Damn!
Bet that was Bracken.
We'll still get that
son of a b*tch.
Seems this time I was mistaken.
You might say that.
I suppose you'd like an apology.
Screw you.
Well, that won't be
necessary, ma'am.
Hey, Killy, you're not falling
for that bimbo, are you?
The First Lady can be many things,
she can be a dipsomaniac...
or a kleptomaniac, she could
even be a nymphomaniac...
but she can never be a bimbo.
Nevertheless...
are your salmon swimming upstream?
Just having the last word,
Killian. Thank you.
- Senator.
- I have no time...
- Make time.
- I don't like your tone.
You said you'd call me after
speaking to the President.
The President has taken you off the First
Lady's protection. I agree with him.
These terrorist attacks are aimed at you.
Anyone in your vicinity is in danger.
You ought to play the ponies,
Mr. Killian. Your hunch was right.
The body was booby-trapped.
Well, there goes the neighborhood.
Back up, they're coming through.
Why kill the kid?
All he said was the people
upstairs weren't getting it on.
doesn't like the news.
But why kill him?
If I were you, I'd
worry about Bracken.
Yeah, I need a change of address.
- You need a food taster.
- Are you volunteering?
to a new surveillance.
I want a 24-hour watch on One
Momma's secretary, Polly Sims.
- Have a heart, Fitz.
- No crap, Killy.
- That's an order.
- What about my seniority?
That will get you the day shift
with Charlie Chang to cover.
Just in case Miss Sims goes
somewhere that you can't.
And I get the moonlit nights in
huggermugger heaven, I suppose?
I'm only trying to keep your ass
out of the war zone for a while.
- Where do you think she's going?
- National Museum of American History.
How do you know that?
Because that's where they exhibit
all the Inaugural Ball gowns...
from Martha Washington
to Nancy Reagan.
And today, One Momma is
gifting them with her gown.
She went into the ladies room,
came out, she left her bag in there.
Go back and keep an eye on the bag.
So, you made me.
What the hell are you up to?
It's been fun on the merry-go-round,
but I'm running out of tickets, ma'am.
Please, don't call me "ma'am."
Okay, but what are
you up to this time?
I'm running.
You know I can't let you do that.
Yes, you can, you must.
I know you were angry when they
assigned you to watch Polly...
but I ordered that because
I'd soon be playing Polly.
And you're the only
one I can trust.
You arranged this?
I had to. I was desperate.
Please, bear with me.
Leave your car here,
and come with me in mine.
Please.
Okay.
Just sign for one room.
What?
You know what the media
could make out of that?
For God's sake, Killian, you
don't think I'm making a pass?
For crying out loud.
I guess not.
A married couple will
attract less attention.
They'll be looking for a single
woman. Sign for one room.
You're right.
You can't just disappear.
You're the First Lady.
I'll call Cal, he'll cover for me.
Till when?
Till the Secret Service find
out who's trying to kill me.
I don't like saying this, but
has it ever occurred to you...
that the President might be
the one who wants you dead?
Never.
- It's your life, you're betting on it.
- I know that.
Will you help me?
Please?
Okay, I'll do it.
Thank you.
But you're going to
have to do as I say.
Starting now, you make no telephone
calls to anybody at any time.
I don't see why.
It's either that or else.
If you say so.
- You ever handle a gun?
- I've done skeet shooting.
I want you to keep this with
you in case you need it.
It's loaded, the safety's on, all you
have to do is pull back the hammer...
- and then the trigger.
- It looks awfully little.
May be little, but it shoots a .410 shotgun
shell that will take a man's face off.
I'm going out to make
a telephone call.
There's a phone right here.
Internal phones can
be listened in on.
If you're calling about money
and stuff like that...
I've got $25,000 in
traveler's checks.
In whose name? Mrs. President?
My maiden name, Laramie Royce.
That's smart.
Hello?
Charlie, don't have
a lot to tell you.
I'll call you again
Thursday, 897-10.
Roger that information. 897-10.
But don't hang up on me.
Damn you, Killy.
- Get dressed.
- What?
It's Pritchard Young,
the number-two man. Get dressed.
- That was really horrible.
- Yes, but necessary.
We've made it to Pickett's Charge.
15,000 men were killed here.
Now it's 15,001.
- Charlie?
- Where are you?
Don't ask questions, just listen.
One Momma's running for cover,
and I'm going with her.
About your car, I paid a guy
$100 to drive it back to DC.
the Watergate parking lot.
I'll call you again,
Wednesday, 897-12.
Wait a second, are you
trying to melt that iceberg?
Charlie, consider who she is.
Mister.
Mister, did anyone ever tell you...
that your wife looks sort of
like the president's wife?
Her head is big enough
without any help.
Greyhound again?
- You ever ride a motorbike?
- Of course.
I don't think $6,000 is such a
bargain for a pair of used bikes.
They'll never look for
you on one of these.
How do you like me as a redhead?
You look like a cross between
Little Orphan Annie and Lassie.
That's not very nice.
Actually, you could wear Medusa's
snakes and still look good.
Why thank you, Killy.
I thought you were immune.
No, it's just that when a sign
says, "Keep off the grass"...
I keep off the grass.
I obey the rules.
Can we change the subject?
I'd like some answers.
I guess I owe you that much.
Derek Finney was murdered because
he asked you a question.
A simple question.
Yes. Everybody knows that your
husband, the President...
was a hero when he was
in the Air Force.
When his F-111 had a flame-out
over Atlanta, Georgia...
rather than bail out and risk the lives of
a lot of people, he rode the plane down.
You checked records?
Yes. Especially the
hospital records.
And because of the crash,
and as a result of the injuries....
Cal was my first lover.
We met at UC Berkeley.
In politics, a bachelor
has a poor future.
Calvin needed a wife, otherwise he'd
have been passed by as the candidate.
He's a good man. I've
always had faith in him.
I wanted to help,
so we got married.
We made it as romantic as we
could politically, nationally.
Yes, you two did clown
it up for the public.
It was agreed that once Cal was
safely in the catbird seat...
I could do as I pleased.
I could either go along
for the joyride...
or get a discreet divorce.
That ties it up. That's the hitch.
There's no hitch.
It's enough of a hitch for them to chase you
across the country, trying to kill you.
Don't you see? If you
divorced the President...
being reelected. But as a widower....
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