In the Line of Fire Page #4

But now you're in love with me and

it scares you a little, doesn't it?

- Blow your nose.

- Sorry.

What would happen

if I gave up my job for you?

Why would you do that?

I vowed never again to let my career

come between me and a woman.

Frank...

Hey, be careful, will you?

This whole event's been advertised

in advance. Just be alert.

Watts, it's Horrigan, it's a zoo here.

We gotta take Traveller underground.

This is Watts. We are using the

alternate arrival site. Underground.

- Watts, Booth may be here.

- I thought you couldn't identify him.

- I can't. Just call it a hunch.

- Ignore your psychic abilities.

All posts take to your positions.

- You've got a fever, Frank.

- You stay alert in there, will you?

One quality above all

marks this President.

It has earned him the respect

of the people of this country.

That quality is courage.

The question is, will we stand

by the man who has stood by us?

- Stage right?

- Stage right, all clear.

- Stage left?

- Stage left, clear.

- Stage centre?

- Stage centre, clear.

The President of the United States

and the First Lady!

- Gun!

- Get down!

What the hell's going on in there?

All clear.

- False alarm.

- Traveller's secure. Resume positions.

- Are you hurt, Mr. President?

- I'm all right.

Everything's all right, folks.

We had a little false alarm there.

That was exciting, wasn't it?

Take your seat, please.

It was just a balloon popping.

Traveller wants to continue.

Do you have any idea how many

votes you cost us last night?

The President looked like a coward.

He looked all right. You were

the one who looked like a coward.

- Is this just a joke to you?

- No, you're a joke to me.

- You have no idea what we do.

- That's enough!

I'll have you busting

counterfeiters in Alaska!

Keep him away from the White House

and away from me!

- The man's a disgrace.

- You can't talk to him like that.

I don't work for him.

You work for me. At least

you did. You're off my detail.

My Super Bowl debt. In case

I don't see you after this trip.

You know, Frank...

...if you just acknowledge that

it was an unfortunate situation...

- I'm not going to apologize.

- I'm not saying you should.

- But the President was humiliated.

- He's alive.

- We are here to save his dignity too.

- I'm not paid for that.

When Kennedy's girlfriend got into

trouble, you said she was with you.

- That was just a rumour.

- I heard the whole story.

You were suspended for a month

in order to save his dignity.

- He was different.

- Maybe you were different.

I was different.

The whole country was different.

Everything would be different if I'd

been half as paranoid as I am today.

Frank...

Why not just retire? Live off

your pension. What's the point?

Somebody else asked me that

not long ago.

You don't spend any money,

except on jazz records.

I want to stay

on the Booth case, Sam.

All right, but as for

protective detail...

I understand.

That thing in Chicago...

I've never been on the wrong side

of a judgement call like that.

You had the flu!

That can impair your judgement.

Face it, Frank.

You're too old for this sh*t.

What happened

in the Windy City, Frank?

Booth?

- Did the balloon get you panicky?

- You were there.

I couldn't help wondering why you'd

risk your life to save such a man.

You have such a strange job. I can't

decide if it's heroic or absurd.

Why would you risk your life

to kill a man like that?

- Read my psychological profile.

- I don't believe in them.

Nor do I. A man's actions don't equal

the sum of his psychological parts.

- It doesn't work that way.

- Just how does it work?

It doesn't work. God doesn't punish

the wicked and reward the righteous.

Everyone dies.

Some die because they deserve to.

Others die because they come

from Minneapolis. It's meaningless.

If none of this means anything,

why kill the President?

- To punctuate the dreariness.

- You need to get yourself laid.

You're the same. Name one thing

in your life that has any meaning.

- I play the piano.

- That's not enough.

How do you know? Do you play?

I've seen you in your bar alone.

There's no cause worth fighting for.

All we have is the game.

- I'm on offence. You're on defence.

- When do we start playing the game?

The clock's ticking, Frank.

Take care.

He scrambled it. I missed him.

F***!

Jesus, Frank.

I called for hours.

I thought something happened to you.

I'm sick, I'm tired

and I'm armed, too. So be careful.

- You're also maybe a genius.

- Not to be recognized in this lifetime.

- Did you listen to the call?

- Yeah, remember...?

Call the field office in Minneapolis.

See what you can find

about the accidental deaths.

Frank!

Will you listen to me, please?

- Spit it out, damn it!

- We spoke to some model builders.

There is a professor at Pasadena

College. I think we've got something.

I met him at a design conference

in New Orleans a year ago.

We ordered a few rounds of drinks.

He seemed like a nice enough guy.

But when we talked politics

he got a nasty edge.

He said the government betrayed him

and he was out for revenge.

The way he said it scared me.

I said, "Nice talking to you. "

And I got the hell out of there.

For the life of me

I cannot remember his name.

But I'm pretty sure

he said he was from Phoenix.

You ought to talk to a guy

in Phoenix named Walter Wickland.

- We're going to Phoenix.

- Let's get a police artist.

- Have a sketch faxed to us.

- You figured that out by yourself?

- Kiss my ass, Frank.

- I told you you'd make a good agent.

That doesn't look much like him,

but it's got to be Mitch Leary.

- I haven't seen him in over a year.

- What do you know about the guy?

You see this wheelchair?

Mitch bought it for me.

It cost over $1,000.

- You see this?

- Take it easy now.

This is in case he ever comes back.

He accused me

of ripping off his design.

He said my penalty for disloyalty

was death.

If you put him away,

I'll sleep better.

- Where can we find him?

- I've got his address somewhere.

Don't move.

Drop it!

- Let him go, Horrigan.

- I got him.

It's okay. We're on the same team.

- Hands, motherf***er!

- I'm getting my identification!

- Give it to me.

- David Coppinger. CIA.

- And who's this a**hole?

- He's with me.

- God dammit!

- Are you here for Leary or me?

Mr. Leary used to be

one of our operatives.

- He's threatened to kill the President.

- We didn't think he was serious.

- But you knew. You and the FBI.

- I understand your frustration.

You understand my frustration?

You pompous son of a b*tch!

What did Leary do for you?

Run drugs? Sell arms to Iran?

It's a C-12 matter,

so this is off the record.

If asked, I'm going to deny it.

- Leary's what we call a wet boy.

- What's a wet boy, Frank?

- Leary's an assassin.

- He's more like a predator.

- Was that you shooting?

- Yes.

- What kind of gun is that?

- Something I made.

You made it?

That beats paying for it.

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