Assassination Page #5

known where to find us?

- You okay?

- I'm still shaking.

Is he dead?

I don't know, and I'm not going to

risk your life finding out. We'll go.

What a relief.

I'm glad to see the

back of those bikes.

Board!

You folks have a

good night's sleep.

What are you grinning at?

The way you jumped up there, you would

have thought you sat on a snake.

I didn't want to get you all excited.

I don't need Secret Service.

Was it exciting?

No, just heavy.

Goddamn you. You could've

lied just this once.

I did lie.

You weren't just heavy,

you felt like a ton.

You are an insufferable ass!

And since you like to be top

dog, you take the top bunk.

I was wondering about where

you got your name, Lara.

Was your mother

reading Dr. Zhiyago?

No, it was nothing like that.

My father was making a movie in Wyoming

when my mother went into labor.

He had to drive her 70 miles

into Laramie, where I was born.

So, they dubbed me Laramie, which

eventually was whittled down to Lara.

Good night, Killian.

Good night.

- It's going to be an historical day.

- Why?

First Lady returns to the city

of her birth, Laramie, Wyoming.

You're right. It's the first time I've

been back since that fateful day.

Is that trouble?

- Could be.

- Is it Bracken?

Damn right.

Conductor?

- Why are we stopping?

- Some sort of emergency, sir.

We're getting off the train.

Get in there.

Here, take this.

How'd they know you

were on this train?

- You call anybody?

- Only Cal.

- You dumb little...

- Watch it, Killian.

You've been reporting our

whereabouts to the President?

After all, he is my husband.

I trust him.

Board!

What are we going to do now?

We'll hitchhike.

Get in.

Good morning, Chief. Thank

you for picking us up.

That goes for me, too. That's

real nice of you to pick us up.

Do you speak English?

Do I look like some

goddamned foreigner?

I'm sorry.

Of course, I speak English.

Also Crow, French and Spanish.

I'm a native-born

American Indian...

not some half-breed

immigrant like you all.

Why all this "mmm-mmm"

and the war paint?

Tools of the trade, tenderfoot.

Hello?

Your husband said

I could use the...

The can and phones

are around the side.

And that crazy Kickapoo

ain't my spouse!

We'll take this one.

My nose tells me somebody's

hot on your tail.

What makes you say that?

You didn't ask how much.

If I was a white man, I'd overcharge

you for a mistake like that.

You're pretty smart.

A dune buggy can go

cross-country. $2,000.

I'll throw in a couple

license plates.

What about that nose, Joe?

Don't worry. It didn't get this long by

poking it in other people's business.

Mama, give the man $2,000.

Bracken's probably figured out we got

off the train back there in Lodgepole.

So?

He'll be looking for us

on all the main highways.

- Where the hell are we going?

- We're going to take the back roads.

Once we get to Nevada,

we'll be home free.

God, in this awful rig,

I won't have a face left!

$1 million is a lot of

money for near misses.

Terror is a very expensive game...

Senator.

Get on with it, or I'll

hire a hit man to hit you.

You've got a big mouth, Senator.

Big enough to swallow a

short-fused grenade.

Now, don't ever try to mug me.

Killian, I've been thinking.

That we're heading into a trap?

Well, if Bracken's been getting

information about what we're doing...

he's going to know we're coming

here and be waiting for us.

Well, I'd rather you were here because

I've sent for part of my team to meet me.

Isn't that rather exposing

the First Lady to some risk?

Lamb for the slaughter?

What a way with words.

Couldn't you put it another way?

What about "worm

wriggling on a hook"?

Forget it. I'll take the lamb.

Who did you say was coming down?

Loudermilk and Miss Chang.

God, Daddy'll have a fit.

God, Daddy, you look good to me!

Things are that bad?

It wasn't the yellow

brick road. Daddy, I'd...

And you'd be Killian.

- Yes, sir.

- Harry.

- I think we ought to get under cover, sir.

- Sure thing.

You have a very

grateful father here.

- How about a drink?

- Sure.

I'll get it.

- The usual, Daddy?

- Thank you.

Is something bothering

you, Killian?

Yeah. I'm concerned

about this whole thing.

I heard a rumor that you

didn't like people very much.

You seem friendly enough to me.

I never met a man I couldn't corrupt,

but you might be an exception.

- Now, how about...

- Damn it, Daddy, don't start.

Killian's staying at the White

House with me and the President.

Now why all this sudden affection?

Didn't Killian expect....

You called and talked to

your father about all this?

Why the hell don't

you go on the TV?

Easy, Killian. I'm the

only one she could trust.

Any idea who is

responsible for all this?

Without a doubt. Chief

of Staff, Hector Bunsen.

My big problem is proving it.

Why would Hector...

want to destroy my daughter?

Well, he knows the

President is impotent.

And he knows that your daughter

might divorce him in a year or two.

And as a divorced man, he wouldn't

stand a chance for reelection.

But as a widower,

he'd be a shoo-in...

and Bunsen would continue as

the man behind the throne.

Yeah. My son-in-law

is nobody's stooge.

We have some visitors.

That's part of my team.

It's good to see you, Killy.

Same here.

Come on over and meet Mr. Royce.

What's new on Bunsen?

He's still in Washington

under Fitz's hawk eye.

Did Fitz take out a warrant?

That won't help.

This is agents Chang

and Loudermilk.

- How do you do?

- Meet Mr. Royce.

- Sir.

- How do you do? Sit down.

Why won't getting a warrant work?

You're dealing with a

very powerful satrap.

And even if you had all

the proof in the world...

he'll take it to the highest court

and embarrass this administration...

into total obscurity.

What would you do?

I might take him to the dirty

tricks department of the CIA.

They give great heart attacks.

Charlie, get Mr. Royce

in the house.

Cover me.

Looks like Bunsen

hired the right man.

You're damn right he did.

Senator Bunsen, Joshua Paul, FBI.

Would you come with me, please?

Good morning, Senator.

You son of a b*tch!

Gentlemen, ladies...

as you've known for some time...

Chief of Staff, Senator Bunsen,

has been in failing health.

It saddens me to relate that

yesterday he died in his sleep.

The President wants me to tell you how

grieved he is at the loss of the Senator...

and how much we shall

miss his statesmanship...

here in the White House,

as well as up on the Hill.

- Is the rumor true?

- Which rumors?

You're assigned to guard the

President now that you're fit again.

- It's the other rumor that's true.

- I don't understand.

The rumor that I'm going to resign

from the Service. That's true.

- Oh, no.

- Yes.

I'm going to miss you.

It won't be for long. I'll be out there,

in Nevada working for your father.

My father?

- He hired you away from the White House?

- That he did.

That low-down, conniving, wicked...

See you in Tahoe...

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