Guarding Tess Page #7

- Did you kill him?

- Shot him in the toe.

Oh, after all that practice.

- Yes. Ma'am.

- If I could set the record straight...

I'd just like to talk to this

gentleman, if you don't mind.

I'll get it, dear.

Tell the others I'll be out in a minute.

- Hello?

- The presidents returning your call.

- Yes, thank you.

- Yes, ma 'am.

Are they treating you all right

in that hospital? If theyre not...

Harold, I want this Secret Service agent

of mine taken care of.

Tess, the man discharged

a firearm in a public place.

I don't care about any of that.

This young man saved my life.

He's like a son to me, Harold.

I want him taken care of, understand?

Sure, Tess.

I'm sure we...

And if anything should

ever happen to me...

I want your personal word

that you will look after him.

- Sure, Tess...

- Good.

That's all I wanted to know.

Have yourself a nice day.

Yes, ma 'am.

What is this?

It's your wheelchair, ma'am.

I can see it's a wheelchair,

but I won't be needing it, thank you.

It's hospital policy

that you leave by wheelchair.

But I would really prefer

not to sit in the wheelchair.

I would much rather walk on my own feet,

with my own steam, out of the hospital.

But the rules and regulations

state that each patient...

Oh. The rules.

Rules and regulations, young man,

are not something I'm fond of.

So if you would just allow me...

I'm just trying to do my job.

I am not going to sit in that!

If I may interrupt.

The regulations aren't really

that sacred, are they?

And Tess...

get in the goddamn chair.

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