In the Line of Fire Page #5

- Can I see it?

- Yeah.

- It's light. What's it made of?

- It's composite. Like plastic.

Pretty neat!

Mind if I give her a little dance?

- Not at all.

- Go for it.

That is great! That is really great!

- Would you sell it?

- No, I need it.

- For what?

- To assassinate the President.

- Why would you want to do that for?

- Why did you kill that bird?

Leary was one of our most effective

contractors, but times changed.

Cutbacks had to be made.

Leary didn't take it too well.

- We've not been able to locate him.

- We can work together on this.

- Wouldn't that be refreshing?

- We have fingerprints and photos.

- These are at least 15 years old.

- He's camera-shy.

He'll be in disguise, anyway.

We need photo alterations, Sam.

What I'm about to show you

is highly classified.

This is a former colleague

of Leary's. A close friend.

He went by Leary's home to try

and get him to accept counselling.

This is how Leary

treats his friends.

We need every possible variable.

Facial hair, glasses, weight change.

Keep in mind

he's 15 years older now.

As good as they are, they aren't

much good. The eyes are dead.

You can always tell a man

by his eyes.

- Tomorrow morning I'd like you to...

- I'm resigning tomorrow.

What?

What for? Because you were scared

down in Phoenix? I was scared too.

I have nightmares about that

boat with the bag over my head.

I can't breathe.

Phoenix clinched it.

- The service has counsellors.

- I've been to counsellors.

- We can get this guy.

- I can't do it!

Stop this cockamamie sh*t.

Come on, pal, I need you.

Please.

Okay, Frank.

Cockamamie. That's a word

your generation hasn't embraced yet.

You ought to use it once in a while

to keep it alive.

- Cockamamie!

- Yeah.

- Oh, God!

- Well, it made you laugh.

You kill me, Frank.

Hello, Frank. And let me welcome

all of you joining our programme.

I know who you are, Leary.

I'm glad. Friends should be able

to call each other by name.

- We're not friends.

- Sure, we are.

I've seen what you do to friends.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- You slit your friend's throat.

- You talked to Coppinger?

- Yeah.

Did you de-louse?

The man's a professional liar.

- I saw the photos.

- No, you saw what he wanted you to see.

I saw a picture of your friend

with his throat cut.

What you don't know

is that they sent my best friend...

...to my home to kill me!

- Your voice is shaking.

- I haven't lied to you, Frank!

Everyone who ever knew you

says you're sick.

- Your colleagues. Your wife.

- What does your wife say about you?

Frank, I want you to understand.

We both used to think that this

country was a very special place.

Do you have any idea

what I've done for God and country?

Some horrible things!

I don't even remember who I was

before they got their claws into me.

- They made you into a real monster.

- And now they want to destroy me.

What do you see when you're in

the dark and the demons come?

I see you standing over the grave

of another dead President.

- That's not gonna happen.

- F*** you, Frank.

I'm willing to trade my life

for his and that's all it takes.

That President is coming home

from California in a box.

- Where in California?

- The address?

I'll keep you in the game,

but I won't throw it for you.

- I want you to give yourself up.

- To live a long and fruitful life?

Don't lie to me.

I have a rendezvous with death.

So does the President.

And so do you, if you get too close.

- You have a rendezvous with my ass!

- You know how easily I could kill you?

I've watched you go home.

You are alive because

I have allowed you to live.

Show me some damn respect!

St. Francis Hotel!

Frank.

Take my hand, Frank.

Take it. If you don't, you'll die.

Take it.

You're gonna shoot me

after I saved your life?

The only way to save the President

is to shoot me.

Are you willing

to trade your life for his...

...or is life too precious?

Leary, don't move!

I got him!

Al?

There's nothing here.

Frank, you've got a phone call.

Frank, you looked so sad on the bus.

I'm sorry, it was self-defence.

- Tell me about Skellum.

- Skellum is worthless.

- Are you gonna meet him in L.A.?

- You're way behind in the game.

I'm way ahead. I know what you

look like. I've seen your eyes.

- They might look different next time.

- Not what's behind them.

- You better pray I never find you.

- You want to kill me, Frank?

That's right.

- The irony's so thick here.

- There is no irony!

The same government that trained

me to kill, trained you to protect.

Now you want to kill me.

Up on that roof I protected you.

They'll write books about us.

- I'm tired of your bullshit!

- Don't be a poor sport.

You could have taken me out,

but you chose to save your ass.

It does make me wonder about Dallas.

Did you really do all you could,

or did you make a choice there too?

Do you really have the guts

to take a bullet?

I'll be thinking about that

when I'm pissing on your grave.

There's no one named Skellum

in all of Los Angeles?

- What about Louisiana?

- Hang on.

No Skellums. Sorry.

Damn it!

- The election's in three weeks.

- Just stay out of California.

If this guy's so smart, he's not gonna

tell you where he'll do it.

I don't think he'd lie to me.

You've become that close?

California is the key

to the whole race.

- We can't let up now.

- We have to change our procedure.

- Frisk people within 50 yards.

- At $10,000 dinners?

- You're overreacting.

- Lf I don't, the President's dead.

- Why is he even here?

- He's heading this investigation.

Then let him investigate,

but keep him out of sight.

If you'll excuse me,

I'm in the middle of a campaign.

Frank. Hi.

- Up late?

- L.A. Will be a lot of work.

- What's up?

- I've got a request.

I'd like you to talk to Watts.

Get me on your team.

- He thinks you'll overreact.

- What do you think?

- You're too close to all this.

- That's why I've got to be there.

- I can spot him. Anticipate him.

- You think he'll be in California?

- Why would he tip you off?

- He wants to keep the game close.

This has nothing to do with

you and me. Strictly professional.

But that son of a b*tch

killed my partner. My friend.

I know. I'm sorry.

You're looking at a living legend.

The only active agent

who ever lost a President.

Please.

Mr. Horrigan, welcome to Los Angeles.

Can the President close the gap

in the little time he has left?

Today he's in California for a rally

at the Bonaventure Hotel.

Field office, the advance team

is at the Bonaventure.

- Any problems?

- No.

We've swept the motorcade route.

Manholes are secured. Mailboxes

removed. Abandoned vehicles towed.

We'll need sharpshooters

on both those towers.

We need sharpshooters

to cover those restricted areas.

Other polls today had the President

three points behind.

He'll have to close that margin

in California.

Welcome to Los Angeles

International Airport.

- Raines, double-checking those exits?

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