In the Line of Fire Page #6

- Yes, this is the third time now.

Alert, section five.

Secret Service.

- Robert Stermer.

- He's a bellboy. He's cleared.

- Robert, have a nice day.

- No questions.

Come on, pack it up and move.

Mr. Carney, all set.

Finally we meet!

You are James Carney?

- You must be Sandy Riggs.

- So you really do exist.

- I'm very much human.

- Let's go up to the bar.

- When does the President arrive?

- Tomorrow, before dinner.

Here's an invitation. Don't lose it.

The Secret Service is acting crazy.

You've got a great seat,

just across from the President.

So what is Microspan Corporation

all about?

I just came to meet the President.

I won't bore you with business.

I don't blame you.

I don't understand high-tech.

I can't wait to introduce you.

Look at this beautiful view.

Yes, very pretty.

Give me the list of dinner guests.

Who was the organizer?

Sanford Riggs

of the California Victory Fund.

Call LAPD and make sure

they have no uniforms missing.

- It's been taken care of.

- Call the hospital about blood.

Your average American businessman

who looks at product marketing...

...sees the length and width of it.

The Japanese see the depth.

We plan the next fiscal quarter.

They plan the next quarter century.

- Our people don't understand that.

- Mr. Riggs, can I talk to you?

- Who's that?

- Secret Service agent.

- Do you know all these people?

- I sure do.

- How about these pictures here?

- I went through all this yesterday.

I'll cooperate, but this is

bordering on harassment.

I'm a harassing kind of guy.

No, no, no, no.

I'll be right back, Mr. Carney.

He did what anyone of us would.

He beat up a bellboy on television.

I'd say he was overwrought.

We're all overwrought.

Leary's out there someplace.

- You don't think he's a liability?

- No.

Well, you're in the minority.

I want him gone.

- Send him on to San Diego.

- By whose order?

Traveller.

Do you want to tell him or should I?

Miss Raines, somebody's

approaching Traveller's suite.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- What are you doing up here?

- Seeing what I could do.

Between the LAPD,

the FBI and the rest of us...

...there are 229 people

protecting Traveller tomorrow.

A lot of guns.

If Leary gets off a shot,

we could be killed in the crossfire.

Frank.

- Bill Watts just called.

- Heard about the bellman?

So did Traveller.

They want you to go to San Diego

and assist in the advance.

Just like that.

It's not just you against Leary.

Have some faith in the rest of us.

You know something?

For years I've been listening

to all these idiots...

...with their pet theories on Dallas.

It was the Cubans, or the CIA.

The white supremacists, or the mob.

Whether it was one weapon

or whether it was five.

None of that meant too much to me.

But Leary...

He questioned whether I had the guts

to take that fatal bullet.

God, that was a beautiful day.

The sun was out.

It had been raining all morning.

The first shot

sounded like a firecracker.

I looked over and saw him.

I could tell he was hit.

I don't know why I didn't react.

I should've reacted.

I should've been running.

I just couldn't believe it.

If only I'd reacted,

I could've taken that shot.

It would've been all right with me.

- What's the number in San Diego?

- 619 ukulele.

- Ukulele?

- That's how I remember it.

You just push U-K-E-L-E-L-E.

- Ukulele? Isn't that U-K-U?

- I don't know.

But the phone number is U-K-E-L-E-L-E.

U- K-E-L. Wait a second.

Jesus.

We have an arrival.

Chopper standing by.

- Southwest Savings, may I help you?

- Southwest?

- Yes. May I help you? Hello?

- What's your address?

Taxi!

- Post check. Post 3?

- In place.

- Post 6?

- In place.

- Post 12?

- In place.

Wait right here.

There's no Leary in our accounts.

Try to imagine him in disguise.

A hat, wigs, that sort of thing.

- I haven't been here long.

- Who was here before you?

- Pam Magnus.

- Where can I find her?

She's dead. She was murdered.

- She was murdered.

- They won't cancel.

- Then make the arrival underground.

- They want a big show.

- We need proof.

- How about a dead president?

I'm pulling up all the accounts

Pam made, but it'll take time.

Fax me the list

as soon as you get them.

All agents in position.

- Please step back.

- Empty your pockets.

Thank you.

You're from Texas, right?

I'm sorry.

Frank! Watts is gonna sh*t

if he sees you!

- Have you got a fax for me?

- Yeah, what is it? What's this about?

What the hell is going on, Frank?

James Carney.

Carney, James.

- What the hell is he doing here?

- I don't know.

- Who gave you permission...

- He's here. His name is Carney.

- I want the seating chart.

- Give him the chart.

Gun!

Stop! Put the gun down!

Get down!

Don't shoot!

Get him in the car!

Hold your fire!

Get out of his way!

He's got a hostage!

Raines to shooters.

If you have a shot, take it.

Nice view.

- What's the plan, Captain?

- It's your man. You tell me.

Get me sharpshooters

on the north and west towers.

Take the subject out.

You had the guts.

You took the bullet.

- I broke my damn ribs.

- Sorry, I wasn't aiming at you.

Where the hell are the shooters?

- West tower in place. No lights.

- No shot from the north.

A bulletproof vest

is a bit of a cheat.

- Otherwise, you played a good game.

- It's no game, Leary.

I was doing my job.

What do we do now?

Do you believe

in the nobility of suicide?

No.

But if you want to blow your head off,

be my guest.

Nicely put, but I don't want

to leave this world alone.

- West tower, do you have a shot?

- Negative, too dark. Target unclear.

- It's better to die with a friend.

- Friend? You're a damn killer!

I saved your life. You owe me.

- I don't owe you sh*t.

- I was always honest with you.

- Go ahead and shoot.

- It's Frank. Quiet!

- Come on.

- Are you talking to me?

- What are you waiting for?

- Waiting for?

I'm waiting for some gratitude.

Without me, you're a sad-eyed,

piano-playing drunk.

I brought you into this game.

I let you keep up with me.

- I made you a hero today.

- You didn't make me anything.

I redeemed your pathetic life.

I just did my job.

You're the one with a pathetic life.

- Go ahead and shoot!

- Lf they fire you'll be hit.

- I want you to thank me first.

- Shut up and shoot.

- All right, Frank.

- Stand by to fire on my command.

- All right, Frank.

- Stand by to fire on my command.

- Sleep well, my friend.

- Just one thing, aim high.

- What?

- Aim high!

- Now!

- You bastard!

Take my hand.

If you don't, you'll die.

- You want to save me, Frank?

- To be honest, no. But it's my job.

Take it.

Are you okay?

We've worked with Agent Horrigan

for some time.

He exemplifies

courage and self-sacrifice. Frank!

I guess I overreacted again, Harry.

Agent Horrigan, why are you

retiring from the Secret Service?

Well, I hate desk work and I'm

too old for running around.

And thanks to all this press,

I'm no good for undercover work.

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