Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my...
Frank, thank God. Thank God. I'm dead. I'm dead.
I'm dead. I'm dead.
Frank, I'm sorry. I got lost. This town is so confusing.
There's Connecticut, Vermont, Massachusetts...
Man, what a day. What a day. My wife had to work early...
...so I took my kid to his new school. He won't stop crying.
Says he wants to move back to Chicago.
- Broke my heart, Frank. - Any more excuses?
- No. - Good.
When you work with me, you be punctual. You got it?
I'm sorry, Frank. Won't happen again.
- Frank, how you doing? - Marty. Good to see you again.
Hi, Marty. Sorry we're late.
Al, could you go downstairs and help Jimmy and Raul?
- Sure. - Appreciate it.
This is his.
- Hey, guys. - Hey.
- You don't trust me? - I live in a crappy neighborhood.
- Got that funny money? - Yeah. Right here.
Looks good. Looks real good.
- Now we're in business. - Excellent.
There's just one problem, Frank.
You know this guy Al?
He keeps asking questions about my counterfeiter.
- Really? - He asked me too many questions.
My instinct usually tells me when there's something wrong.
And there's something wrong here. So I had him followed.
He's a fucking Secret Service agent, Frank.
What do you think I ought to do here, Frank?
Make sure the body doesn't wash up on shore.
I want you to pop him for me, okay?
See, I think maybe you're with him.
Look, you came to me, remember?
So pop him. Show me I'm an asshole.
I'm just a businessman.
So pop him...
...and let's do some business.
Yes, Frank, that's what I'm looking for.
Come on, let's get an omelet. You like omelets?
I know a good place. We'll have chili and cheese.
Let me get my "pistola".
My gun?
You're under arrest.
And you're under arrest too. Secret Service.
Now, you knew the gun was empty, right?
You knew from the weight of the gun that the chamber was empty, right?
Well, there could have been one bullet there.
Oh, my God.
Hey, Frank.
Frank, do you think maybe we can go someplace...
...and talk about this?
You killed guys before, Frank?
- Doesn't get to you? - It gets to you.
I don't know if I'm cut out for this undercover stuff.
Man, I was so scared.
You know, I joined the Secret Service because...
...I always wanted to protect people.
The idea of throwing yourself in front of a gun?
Hoping the bullet hits you instead of the guy you're protecting?
You find that appealing?
I don't know. Maybe I'm...
- Maybe I'm just wrong for the job. - You're a good man, Al.
You'll make a good agent.
How do you know? This is the longest conversation we ever had.
I know things about people.
Come on, let's go get something to eat.
I wanna go home, hug my wife and kid.
When I got into town a lot of guys warned me...
...you were a pain in the ass. - And they were right.
I'll see you in the office.
Oh, damn. The office.
Monroe wanted us to check out some wacko.
I'll take care of it.
- I'll go with you. - No. Go home, hug your wife and kid.
I don't snoop, but smoke alarm was going off.
I get scared.
I get more scared when I see what is there inside.
Smoke was from crumbs in oven left on.
Thirty-one years I'm in this country.
I love United States. I go to White House.
Only United States can just anybody go to the house...
...of the president to visit.
So when I see this, these killing things...
...I call police. They say they call Secret Service.
But two days you don't come.
Well, the president gets 1400 threats a year. We gotta check them all.
This fella's name's McCauley?
No, Joseph McCrawley, from Colorado. Denver.
I still remember like yesterday. I cry and cry.
- Joseph McCrawley of Denver, right? - That's right.
Died over 30 years ago, age 11.
Must have gotten a birth certificate...
...then used it to get a driver's license.
- Thanks, Jack. - See you.
Federal agents. Open up.
Oh, my God.
That's you.
- Yeah? - "Frank Horrigan?"
Yeah?
The Secret Service agent?
Yeah. What did I win?
My God, it's really you?
Who the hell is this?
That was you in my apartment last night.
McCrawley?
Why not call me Booth?
Why not Oswald?
Because Booth had flair and panache.
The leap to the stage after he shot Lincoln.
- Where are you? - "Closer than you might imagine."
It's very exciting to talk to you. I feel like I know you.
How's that?
I've read about you, seen photos. You were JFK's favorite agent.
The best and the brightest.
But that was a long time ago.
What's kept you in the game all these years?
Why don't we have a drink? We could talk about that.
I'd love to, but I think the less you know about me the better.
Why?
Because I'm planning to kill the president.
Now, you shouldn't have gone and said that.
It's a federal offense to threaten a president.
You could go to jail even if you don't mean it.
I mean it, all right.
John F. Kennedy said all someone needs...
... is, a willingness to trade his life for the president's, right?
- That's right. - "I'm willing."
And going up against you, this raises the game to a much higher level.
Fate has brought us together, Frank.
I just can't get over the irony.
What irony?
You being intimately involved with the assassinations of two presidents.
Hang on just a second. I've got something on the stove.
He was in the building for three weeks. Came and left at odd hours.
What's weird is the other tenants noticed him passing on the stairs...
...but never saw him.
Depending on who you talk to, he was between 5'8"and 6'2".
Between 165 and 180 pounds.
- Age? - Between 28 and 45.
Before an election, panic is what you get on a good day. I think...
They've been waiting.
- Hey, Frank. - Sam.
Long time since you've been in this part of the building.
- I hear the new director isn't much fun. - I've been the director for two years.
Yeah.
- AI D'Andrea. - Director.
- You know Matt Wilder? - Yeah.
He still owes me 20 bucks from Super Bowl XXI.
He always liked Denver.
- This is Agent in Charge Bill Watts. - Bill.
- And Lilly Raines. - Hello.
The secretaries get prettier and prettier.
And the field agents get older and older.
Lilly's an agent, Frank.
I know that. I just wanted to see if she had a sense of humor.
Have a seat. Let's talk about this guy.
I guess we're calling him Booth for now?
Yeah.
All right, what do you know about him?
Well, he's dangerous.
How do you know?
I know things about people, Lilly.
Might I ask why you didn't take appropriate steps...
...to know more that first night? - Well, we had a busy day, Bill.
Too busy to investigate properly?
Your report says you were only in the room 10 minutes.
I didn't have a warrant.
Given your reputation for undercover...
What reputation are you talking about?
- Let's get back on track. - What reputation is he referring to?
Let's drop it.
Am I being paranoid or is he busting my balls?
Probably a little of both.
Bill, there was a time around here when I was almost as arrogant as you.
I don't have time for this. I gotta pull 75 agents out of Miami.
Keep me posted, Sam, will you?
- So, what do we do with this guy? - We'll keep investigating.
- Have my phone tapped. - Why do you think he'll call again?
- He'll call again. He's got panache. - Panache?
- Yeah, it means flamboyance. - I know what it means.
Really? I had to look it up.
All right, we'll tap your phone.
By the way, Frank, Watts is nowhere near as arrogant as you were...
...when you had Kennedy's ear.
Just what reputation was Watts referring to, Sam?
You know damn well.
Is it because I'm considered a borderline burnout...
...with questionable social skills?
So, what do you want to talk to me about? Besides your reputation.
I wanna be assigned to the president.
- Protection? - That's right.
After all these years? Frank, Christ, you're a dinosaur.
This guy's gonna make a try. I gotta be there.
- Watts'll fight me tooth and nail. - Fight him back.
You owe it to me after 30 years of doing you favors.
If you knew how many times I protected your job...
I've gotta come back, Sam.
You really want to stand post again, Frank? At your age?
Yeah.
I've got at least one pair of good shoes in the back of the closet somewhere.
All posts, from Watts. Traveler wants to work the ropes.
The French president's going with him. Get a security man up here.
Goddamn it!
- What's going on here? - Horrigan had a heart attack.
- Hey, pal, are you okay? - Hey, take it easy.
Get the hell out of here.
- The hell's going on? - I got a call there was a cardiac case.
- You all right, Frank? - Yeah, I'm on my break here.
I get it.
You bastards.
Who's the wise guy?
Everybody, back to work.
- "Who's the wise guy?" - Who was it?
- All right, who's the joker? - It may not have been a joke.
- You were looking a bit peaked today. - I find out who it is, I'll pay him back.
How can you be sure it was a him?
- You missed my street, Al. - Frank, why don't you have a car?
I lived in New York a long time. I like public transportation.
You like buses? That's great, Frank.
- Why make me go out of my way? - I like your company.
He's a weird-Iooking guy, isn't he?
If he still looks like that.
Pull up over here.
The president's political troubles were hardly apparent today.
He and the French president stopped twice to greet the crowds.
The Senate has yet to react to the new French trade agreement.
The French will host a formal dinner at their embassy for the president.
Presidential advisers are pleased...
... with the publicity this has brought in an election year.
It's a weird subculture, Al. Send some agents to check this out.
- Ask about some wackos. - "I'll get on it in the morning."
Hang on, I've got the other line.
- Yeah? - Frank.
Booth?
- How you doing? - I'm fine, thanks.
Hang on just a second. Let me get rid of the other call.
- You got it? - We got it, Frank.
Keep him on the line till we get the ANI.
- Yeah? - "Trying to trace me, Frank?"
- Now, why didn't I think of that? - You did...
...or you're not the adversary I'd hoped for.
Speaking of which, how are you? I was worried about you today.
- Why? - "In the motorcade."
I thought you were gonna pass out.
You really should get in shape for that kind of duty.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
By the way, I'm watching your movie.
Movie?
November 1963. Kennedy's last days.
The arrival in Texas.
It must have been exciting for you, Frank.
Dallas. That morning at Love Field.
You all look so radiant. JFK, Jackie and you.
You look so young and able, Frank.
What did happen to you that day?
Only one agent reacted to the gunfire...
... and you were closer to Kennedy than he was.
You must have looked up at the Texas Book Depository...
... but you didn't react.
Late at night, when the demons come...
...do you see the rifle coming out of that window...
... or do you see Kennedy's head being blown apart?
If you'd reacted to that first shot, could you have gotten there in time...
... to stop the big bullet?
And if you had, that could've been your head being blown apart.
Do you wish you'd succeeded, Frank? Or is life too precious?
What's done is done, Booth.
I have that "Esquire" magazine article...
...on the 10th anniversary, about you and all the other agents...
...that were there that day.
So sad, how your wife left you and took your little daughter.
And you were so forthright about your drinking problem...
... and the fact that you weren't easy to live with.
I was so moved by your honesty.
The world can be a cruel place to an honest man, Frank.
What about you, Booth?
What's your story?
It's an epic saga.
I'll talk to you again soon.
Nice to have a friend.
- Did you get him? - We got him.
Get on the floor! Get on the floor now!
Keep your hands where I can see them! Get your hands up!
He could have a device that manipulates the ANI...
...and fakes the line's ID.
Like he's calling from another number.
This device, where would he get it?
He could build one if he were knowledgeable in digital circuitry.
- You can't trace it? - We could run a parity check.
- Lf he's on a digital switch line. - So you can trace the call.
Not if he's on an old twisted-pair analog line, no.
Damn it, Jack. Get a straight answer or my partner will shoot off his foot.
Okay. If he calls again, keep him on the line. We'll see what we can do.
Right, Tony?
You might suggest to the police they don't knock down any more doors.
"I have that" Esquire "magazine article" on the 10th anniversary...
... about you and all the other agents that were there that day.
So sad, how your wife left you and took your little daughter.
And you were so forthright about your drinking problem...
... and the fact that you weren't easy to live with.
I was so moved by your honesty.
I'm intrigued, but why play it for me?
We'd like you to consider canceling the president's dinner tomorrow.
The state dinner at the French Embassy?
Know how long it took me to line up this trip this close to election?
This guy's manipulated the phone system.
If he knows explosives, could be problems.
Do your job. There won't be problems.
It's not hard to smuggle weapons in an embassy.
You think the French wanna knock off the president?
Are you nuts? They love him.
Why is it every White House chief of staff...?
You have no reason to believe he's more dangerous...
...than thousands of others who make idle threats.
But you want me to alter the itinerary of the world's most powerful man...
...and risk offending 40 million Frenchmen?
Now, isn't it possible that this guy's pushed some buttons in you...
...and now maybe you're overreacting just a little?
I'm just trying to protect your boss, damn it.
Yeah, well, so am I. We're trailing 12 points in the polls.
He doesn't get out there, he's out of a job in six weeks.
- He's gotta be seen. - Even if it kills him?
Next order of business.
How could being down 12 points look like good news?
The president was even worse off weeks ago.
He'll be out with the voters in the Midwest and then in California.
The president and first lady of the United States.
And his excellency, the president of France and his wife.
Agent Raines, you do look devastating tonight.
- Thank you. - Good enough to eat, I might add...
...if you'll pardon the expression.
Every time I start to sympathize with you...
...you say something that really annoys me.
Why sympathize?
The tape of that phone call.
- When he mentioned your wife. - Ex-wife.
At any rate, I'm sorry.
Well, it's strange that the only sympathy I get these days...
...is from a would-be assassin or a woman I tend to annoy.
Would you care to dance?
Perhaps some other time.
I get off in a couple hours.
What are you looking at?
I was just wondering where you hide your firearm.
Don't tell me, let me guess.
We're on our final approach to Los Angeles.
The temperature is a balmy 76 degrees.
It's a beautiful day out there. Thanks for flying with us.
We hope to see you again.
I'd like to deposit this in the new account.
Okay.
And I'll need to see your corporate resolutions.
"Microspan Corporation."
- What kind of business are you in? - Software.
- Up in San Jose? - Yes.
I'm based there, but I'm opening an office here in Los Angeles.
I like San Jose.
- Are you from there? - No.
- Where are you from? - Minneapolis.
You're kidding! So am I.
Well, it's a small world.
I hated the winters. Nine months of the year I'd stay in and pig out.
I moved here and I've lost 30 pounds so far.
What high school did you go to?
New Brighton High School.
There isn't any New Brighton High School.
Well. There was when I was there.
Maybe I'm just confused. It happens a lot.
What was the name of that school on 3rd just across from...
I'm sorry, but I'm late for a meeting. Will this take long?
No, not at all, just another minute.
Thank you.
You have a very pleasant way about you.
Thank you, Mr. Carney.
Agent Raines, how would you like to give a colleague a ride home?
- Why do you keep flirting with me? - Am I flirting with you?
You know it can't possibly go anywhere, so why keep doing it?
Maybe it's because I know it can't go anywhere.
Give me a lift, I'll buy you an ice cream. No further obligations.
Oh, boy.
I've never worked with a female agent before.
- How many are there? - About 125.
Pure window-dressing.
Excuse me?
Window-dressing.
About 125 out of a little over 2000.
They have you all around so the president...
...can look good to his feminist voters.
Do you make an effort to be obnoxious, or is it a gift?
It's a gift.
Let's face it, half the things we do are window-dressing.
Take running alongside that limousine.
It'd take an anti-tank missile to put a dent in that thing.
There we are, out for show...
...trying to make the president look more presidential.
So if I'm here to court the feminist vote...
...what demographics do you represent?
Let's see. White, piano-playing heterosexuals over the age of 50.
There ain't a whole lot of us, but we do have a powerful lobby.
Well, time flies when you're being annoyed.
Where you going?
- I have a date. - With whom?
That's none of your business.
You want a ride?
I don't think so.
I like it here this time of day. I think I'll hang out.
Okay, well, thanks for the ice cream.
- See you. - You're welcome.
If she looks back, that means she's interested.
Come on, now, give me a little look.
One little glance back.
Give me that smug look and be on your way.
Well, Abe...
Damn. Wish I could've been there for you, pal.
Hi, baby. How are you doing?
Come on up here and get a kiss.
That's a good boy. Yes, I missed you too. Okay.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
Mr. Carney?
I got your address from the phone book.
But I'm not listed.
Well, I suppose I'd better come clean.
I followed you.
I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this.
I'm new in town.
I was wondering if you would care to join me for dinner tonight.
That's very sweet, but l...
And I also wanted to apologize for lying to you this afternoon.
We both know that I'm not from Minneapolis.
I shouldn't ask so many questions.
Did you mention our conversation to anyone at the bank this afternoon?
- No. - May I?
Laurie, settle down!
- Settle down! - Pam, what's going on?
- Oh, hi. - Hi.
This is my roommate. Sally, this is Mr. Carney.
Jim. Call me Jim. How do you do?
Nice to meet you.
I was just on my way out.
I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you ladies leave this evening.
What?
You shouldn't have been from Minneapolis.
Look, Mr. Carney, I don't know what you want, but...
- "Hi, this is Sally." - "And this is Pam."
- "We're either out having fun." - "Or we're asleep."
- "So leave your name and number." - "And we'll call you back."
Bye.
Frank, I hope you don't mind me calling you at the office.
I was in the neighborhood.
No, why don't you drop by?
I'd love to, Frank.
Let me take some time to welcome those who are joining us late.
I'd love to drop by. I'd like it a lot. We've got so much in common.
We do? Like what?
We're both willing to trade our lives for the president.
We're both honest and capable men...
... who were betrayed by people we trusted.
- I wasn't betrayed, Booth. - "Sure you were, Frank."
The Warren Commission's report on the assassination...
... called your procedure seriously deficient.
They criticized you and the agents...
... who were out drinking late the night before.
As though Kennedy would be alive today if you'd been in bed at 10 p.m.
It's ludicrous.
- Maybe they were right. - "No, as a matter of fact..."
... they weren't right.
You wanted to station agents on his bumpers and sideboards.
He refused.
Do you know why he refused?
I think he refused because he had a death wish.
He talked all the time about being assassinated.
His favorite poem was "I Have a Rendezvous with Death"...
... which is not a good poem, Frank.
I think he wanted to die.
And I think he didn't care that his death would ruin your life.
I think he was a selfish bastard.
But what do you think, Frank?
Frank?
What about you, Booth? Who betrayed you?
I don't think he's scrambling it.
Some of the same people...
... but I'm gonna get even.
I'll have my day in the sun.
The question is, will you have yours?
- It's coming. - "I think you're in for a lot more pain."
How much of this shit do I have to listen to?
Jesus!
He's across the street. Lafayette Park. Keep him on!
Booth?
Are you guys crazy?!
Come here, come here.
Did you see somebody over there?
I told you to get in shape, Frank.
Now, this is your current address?
You didn't see anybody suspicious hanging around that phone booth?
That's him.
Al, that's him!
Hey, look out!
Secret Service! I'm impounding this car.
He put his hand down here.
We got fingerprints.
All right, Frank?
- Hey, Tony - Yeah?
Have a look at this.
- This the print from Secret Service? - Yeah.
Something strange here.
Shit. This is C-12. We can't tell them.
Mr. Horrigan...
...I'm afraid that we've drawn a blank.
You sure?
We ran that print against everything we've got.
So, what do we do now?
I'm leaving with the president in the morning. You keep investigating.
- What should I do? - You're an adult human being, right?
Think of something.
You're a real pain in the ass when things don't go your way.
Well, your friends warned you about that.
The president hit the campaign trail.
He left from Andrews Air Force Base on a whirlwind tour...
... that will take him to 12 states over the next six days.
With just over a month to go before the election...
... the president is trailing his opponent by 10 points.
To close that gap, he'll concentrate his efforts in the Midwest...
... where he's sagging in the polls.
The campaign swing will wind up in Chicago with a big rally.
The president's campaign staff "is hopeful"...
Reservations. May I help you?
I'm calling to find out when you would have a flight on Tuesday...
...from Washington to Los Angeles. - "All right."
And, if possible, I'd like to get an open-ended ticket.
I may have to make some stops in the Midwest on my return.
Okay. Checking.
C- 5, off-load the choppers first. Who's our route agent?
C- 5 Agent, that'll be Jacqueline King.
Denver Command Post, Watts. We have arrival, 1315.
- "Where are we keeping the cars?" - "Denver P.D. Has an area for us."
Security Room, we're 10 minutes out. Situation report.
Here in Denver, we gather today in the shadow of giants.
Brave pioneers who overcame terrifying obstacles...
... to carve a new nation from a wilderness.
Today we are asked to match our vision to their vision.
And to pass that legacy...
- Horrigan to ID, is sector 3 secured? - "Sector three is secure."
The president campaigning today in Denver.
Meanwhile, here in Washington, the Senate again...
We are living in a time of global economic transition.
We need compassion and vision to create a future...
... of peace and progress for everyone.
That was the president in Nebraska today.
He is due to arrive here in Los Angeles later in the month...
... to compete for California's crucial 54 electoral votes.
Hi, Sandy Riggs calling for James Carney.
If you're serious about catching a rally in the Midwest, you'd best call me.
The president's schedule changes hour by hour.
In answer to your other question:
Just send a check up here to party headquarters.
Thanks again. I'm looking forward to meeting you.
Ladies and gentlemen of Holly, Michigan...
... the president of the United States.
Well, we've gone a long way toward achieving that goal...
...but there's a lot left to do.
We've got some trouble up ahead. Notify the White House staff.
Milwaukee will be easy tomorrow. We only got one site later on.
May I have your attention, please.
Flight 318 to Milwaukee is now boarding at gate 21.
Please have your boarding passes ready.
All passengers should proceed to the boarding area now.
Checking.
Hey, pal. Found any bombs today?
- Well, Agent Raines. - Agent Horrigan.
How's the first lady? She ask about me?
Have you gotten to know them yet?
I normally prefer not to get to know the people I'm protecting.
Why is that?
You never know. You might decide they're not worth taking a bullet for.
Here comes my replacement. Care to join me in the bar?
We can't drink on the road.
Of course not. They've got a hell of a piano player.
I've played for presidents and I've played with presidents.
Nixon and I once did a halfway decent duet of "Moonglow."
- I heard he didn't like you. - That's not true. We got on all right.
It was his chief of staff. Now, that was another matter.
We were at a rally in Boston.
He ordered me to get rid of some anti-war protesters.
I said I couldn't do that.
I said, you know, freedom of speech and that kind of stuff.
He said, "Look, when I'm talking to you, I am the president."
I said, "The president?"
I said, "You look more like a sack of shit in a cheap suit to me. Sir."
- I like the "sir." It's a classy touch. - I thought so.
So, Horrigan, how come you never wear shades standing post?
I like the wackos to see the whites of my eyes.
A good glare can be just as effective as a gun.
- Know what I mean? - Oh, yeah.
Know what I mean?
You got me.
You better stick to the shades, sweetheart.
Agent Raines, what are you afraid of?
I'm afraid of making a big mistake.
Good night.
This route to the hospital...
- Think it's 3 a.m., that time of day. - Yeah.
Oh. Good. We've got some updates on Milwaukee tomorrow.
- Oh, thanks. - Frank.
First, we should call advance, see if we can get a backup route.
- Don't answer it. - No.
Oh, shit.
- Raines. - "Lilly, Watts."
- "Traveler's lost ground in Georgia." - Yeah.
He's staging a rally somewhere outside Atlanta.
We need you down in communications. Right away.
Okay, I'll be right down.
Well, Traveler's losing ground in Georgia, so Milwaukee's out tomorrow.
And they're staging a rally somewhere outside Atlanta.
Damn!
What am I doing?
Oh, boy.
Oh, Lilly...
Damn.
I gotta put all that shit back on. Goddamn it.
Please open your purses for inspection.
You don't know how glad I am to see you all here in the rain with me today.
You know, I've been going around saying:
"Don't just vote for me, join me."
And today you certainly have.
We may get a tad damp today.
But guess who's gonna become all wet on election day?
That's it! Yeah!
- How about the watch list? - 23 crazies are under surveillance...
...and Chicago intelligence is handling nine more.
- The hospital? - St. Anne's.
Extra units of Traveler's blood type are on hand.
Accessible to that alternative route as well.
E TA Chicago: 10 minutes.
- Under the weather? - Sick as a dog, Lilly.
What's this?
"Psychological Profile of John Booth."
- So did you make a mistake? - What?
You said you were afraid of making a big mistake.
Well.
I mean, this job, let's be realistic, it's not like we work in a bank.
So you had an affair with an agent and it came out badly.
He wasn't an agent.
But he left you because you wouldn't quit your job...
...you were broken-hearted... - I left him, Frank.
Because I wouldn't quit my job for him.
And it did break my heart.
You vowed never again to let a man come between you and your career.
No.
Except...
...now you're in love with me and it scares you a little, doesn't it?
Blow your nose. Here.
Sorry.
What would happen if I gave up my job for you?
Why would you do that?
Maybe I vowed to never again let my career come...
...between me and a woman.
Frank...
- Hey. - Yeah?
Be careful, will you?
This whole event tonight has been advertised in advance. Just be alert.
Stop abortion now! Stop abortion now!
Watts, this is Horrigan. It's a zoo out here.
It's not very secure. We gotta take Traveler underground.
All posts, Watts.
We're using the alternate arrival site. Underground.
My wife's body is not your business!
Land posts, this is Wilder. We need extra help on the bags.
Getting backed up out here, crowd's getting nasty.
Horrigan to Watts. I think Booth may be here.
I thought you couldn't identify him.
I can't. Just call it a hunch.
With all due respect to your psychic abilities, we'll stick to the game plan.
All posts, take your positions.
- You've got a fever, Frank. - Stay alert in there, will you?
There is one quality above all that marks this president...
...and it has earned him the affection...
...of every working man and woman in this country...
...and that quality is courage!
And I say to you that the question to us is:
"Will we stand by the man who has stood by us?"
- Post check. Stage right? - Stage right, all clear.
- Stage left? - Stage left, clear.
- "Stage center?" - Stage center, clear.
- "Mezzanine left?" - "Mezzanine left, all clear."
The president of the United States and the first lady!
Gun!
Get down! Get down!
- Get down! - Let's go! Let's go now!
Hold all radio traffic.
Security room, follow up. What the hell's going on in there?
All clear. I'm all clear.
- "False alarm." - "Traveler's secure."
All posts, resume positions.
- Are you all right, Mr. President? - I'm all right.
Everything's all right, folks. Everything's gonna be just fine.
We had a little false alarm there.
That was exciting, wasn't it? Take your seat, please, ladies and gentlemen.
Security room, Raines. Just a balloon popping.
All clear. Traveler wants to continue.
Do you have any idea how many votes you cost us last night?
The president came off looking like a coward on national TV!
I thought he came off all right.
You were the one who came off like the damn coward.
- This is just a joke to you? - No, you're a joke to me, Harry.
- You have no idea what we do. - That's enough, Horrigan!
Call me Harry one more time, you'll be busting counterfeiters in Alaska!
Keep him away from the president, the White House and away from me!
You don't talk to the chief of staff like that!
- I don't work for him. - No, 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'd just acknowledge that it was an unfortunate situation...
- I won't apologize for doing my job. - I'm not saying you should.
- But the president was humiliated. - Well, he's alive, isn't he?
Well, we're here to safeguard his dignity as well.
I'm not paid for that.
What about when Kennedy's girlfriend was caught in the White House...
...and you said she was with you?
Don't believe every rumor someone tells you.
Frank, Wilder told me the whole story.
About how you were suspended a month without pay.
I'd say that was safeguarding his dignity.
That was different. He was different.
- Maybe you were different. - I was different.
The whole damn country was different.
Everything would be different now, too, if I'd been half...
...as paranoid as I am today. Fuck!
Frank...
Why not just retire, Frank?
Live off your pension. I mean, what's the point?
Somebody else asked me that not long ago.
Hell, you don't spend any money on anything, except jazz records.
I wanna stay on the Booth case, Sam.
All right, but as for protective detail...
...you understand I can't... - I understand.
That thing in Chicago, I...
I've never been on the wrong side of a judgment call like that.
You had the flu, for chrissake. It's been known to impair a judgment.
Face it, Frank.
You're too old for this shit.
What happened in the Windy City, Frank?
Booth?
The balloon get you a little panicky?
- You were there. - "Yes, yes, of course."
Watching the president, I couldn't help wondering why a man like you...
...would risk his life to save a man like that.
You have such a strange job. I can't decide if it's heroic or absurd.
Now, why would a man like you wanna risk his life to kill a man like that?
Don't you have a psychological profile on me yet?
- I don't put a lot of stock in them. - Nor do I.
A man's actions don't equal the sum of his psychological parts.
- "Doesn't work that way." - Just how does it work?
It doesn't work, Frank.
God doesn't punish the wicked and reward the righteous.
Everyone dies. Some die because they deserve to.
Others die simply because they come from Minneapolis.
It's random and it's meaningless.
Well, if none of this means anything, then why kill the president?
To punctuate the dreariness.
It sounds to me like you need to get yourself laid, Booth.
You're the same as me, Frank.
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 left worth fighting for, Frank.
All we have is the game.
I'm on offense, you're on defense.
Well, when do we start playing the game?
The clock's ticking, Frank.
- Take care. - "Wait."
Wait, Booth.
Frank, he scrambled it again.
- I missed him. - Fuck!
Fucker.
Jesus, Frank.
I've been calling for hours. I thought something happened.
You okay?
No, I'm not okay.
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 tapes of the call?
- Yeah, remember...? - Call the field office in Minneapolis.
See what you can find out about accidental deaths.
Anything we might pin to Booth.
- Will you listen to me? - Spit it out, damn it!
You said to have field agents check into model builders, right?
Well, there's a professor at the Art Center College of Design...
...in Pasadena, California, Frank.
I think we've got something.
Like I told your colleague...
...I met him at a design conference in New Orleans about a year ago.
We ordered a few rounds of drinks at the bar. He seemed nice enough.
This looks good.
But when the talk turned to politics he took on a real nasty edge.
He said he felt betrayed by the government...
...and he wanted to exact some measure of revenge.
The way he said it scared the shit out of me.
I said, "Well, okay. Nice talking to you. Good luck."
And I got the hell out of there.
But for the life of me I cannot remember his name.
But I'm pretty sure that he said he was from Phoenix.
You know who you ought to talk to?
Guy in Phoenix named Walter Wickland.
He knows everybody down there.
Book us on the first flight to Phoenix.
How about we get a police artist together with the professor here?
- Have a composite sketch faxed to us. - You figure that one out by yourself?
- Kiss my ass, will you, Frank? - I told you you'd make a good agent.
It doesn't look much like him, but that's got to be Mitch.
Mitch Leary. I haven't seen him in over a year.
What do you know about him?
Do you see this wheelchair?
Mitch bought it for me. Cost over $ 1000.
- See this? - Take it easy, now.
This is in case he ever comes back.
He accused me of ripping off one of his model designs.
He said my penalty for disloyalty was death.
You put him away, let me know. I'll sleep better.
Any idea where we could find him?
Yeah, I think I might have his address around here somewhere.
Don't move.
Drop it!
Let him go, Horrigan.
I got him. I got him.
It's okay.
It's okay. We're on the same team. Okay?
Hands! Hands, motherfucker!
I'm getting my identification, okay?
- Give it to me. - David Coppinger. CIA.
- And who's this asshole? - He's with me.
Shit.
Goddamn it.
Who are you here for, Leary or me?
Mr. Leary...
...used to be one of our operatives.
Know he threatened the president?
We didn't think he was serious...
...until you got that print. - But you knew. You and the FBI.
- I understand your frustration. - You understand my frustration?
You pompous son of a bitch!
What the fuck did Leary do for you, anyway? Run coke for the Contras?
Sell arms to Iran?
It's a C-12 matter, so this is off the record.
If asked, I'm gonna deny it.
Leary's what we nowadays call a wet boy.
What's a wet boy, Frank?
- Leary's an assassin. - Oh, Jesus.
In Leary's case, that's putting it too gently.
He's more like a predator.
- Was that you shooting? - Yes.
The hell kind of gun is that?
Something I made.
No kidding?
You made it?
I guess it beats paying for it.
Can I see it?
- Shit! It's light. - Yeah.
- What's it made of? - It's composite. Like plastic.
Pretty neat! You mind if I give her a little dance?
- Not at all. - Go for it.
- All right! - That is great! That is really great!
You wouldn't be interested in selling it, would you?
No, I need it.
For what?
To assassinate the president.
- What would you want to do that for? - Why did you kill that bird, asshole?
Mitch Leary was one of our most effective contractors...
...but times and political climates changed.
Cutbacks had to be made. Leary didn't take it well.
Couldn't adjust to civilian life.
We've been trying to locate him for some time.
Maybe you folks in FBI will have more luck.
- Lf we work together, that's possible. - Wouldn't that be refreshing?
We have his fingerprints and we have numerous photographs.
You think he looks like this? These are at least 15 years old.
A man in his line will stay out of the camera's eye.
They're worthless. He'll be in disguise anyway.
I think we need photo alterations, Sam.
Gentlemen, what I'm about to show you is highly classified.
This man is a former colleague of Leary's. A close friend.
Went by his home in Phoenix to try to get him to accept counseling.
This is how Leary treats his friends.
We need every possible variable.
Facial hair, skin colorization, glasses, weight changes.
And keep in mind he's 15 years older now.
As good as they are, they aren't much good.
The eyes are dead.
Always tell a man by his eyes.
- Tomorrow morning I'd like you to... - I'm resigning tomorrow.
What?
What for, just because you were scared down in Phoenix?
Hell, I was scared too. You did your job.
I have nightmares, Frank.
About that boat, with the plastic bag over my head.
L... I can't breathe.
Phoenix just clinched it.
- The service has counseling... - I've been to counselors, Frank.
- Look, I need you. We can get him. - I can't do it!
Stop this cockamamie shit, pal, will you?
Come on, pal, I need you.
Please.
Okay, Frank.
Okay.
Cockamamie. That's a word your generation hasn't embraced yet.
Maybe you ought to use it once in a while just to keep it alive.
- Cockamamie. - Yeah.
- Oh, God! - Well, it made you laugh.
You kill me, Frank.
Frank, he's on the line!
I got it!
Hello?
Hello, Frank.
And let me take a second to give a hearty welcome...
...to all of you joining our program in progress.
I know who you are, Leary.
I'm glad, Frank.
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, Frank? - "Yeah, that's right."
Did you delouse?
The man's a professional liar.
- I saw the photos. - "You saw what he wanted you to see."
I saw a picture of your friend lying on the floor with his throat cut.
What you didn't see, Frank, what you couldn't possibly know...
...is, they sent my best friend, my comrade in arms...
...to my home to kill me!
- "Your voice is shaking." - I never lied to you, Frank...
...and I never will! - Everyone who ever knew you...
...said you're a sick son of a bitch. Your colleagues, your wife...
- "What does your wife say about you?" - Well, we're not talking about me.
Frank, you of all people, I want you to understand.
- "Why"..."?" - We both used to think this country...
...was a very special place. - "You don't know what l"...
But you know about me?
Do you have any idea what I've done for God and country?
Some pretty fucking horrible things!
I don't even remember who I was before they sunk their claws into me.
- They made you into a real monster. - "That's right."
They want to destroy me because we can't have monsters...
...roaming the countryside, now can we?
What do you see when you're in the dark and the demons come?
I see you, Frank.
I see you standing over the grave of another dead president.
That won't happen. I'm onto you.
Fuck you, Frank. I am willing to trade my life for his.
I am smart and I am willing and that is all it takes.
That president is coming home from California in a fucking box.
Where in California?
The address? Come on, Frank.
I'll keep you in the game, but I won't throw it for you.
- I want you to give yourself up. - "So I can live a long and fruitful life?"
We can work something out.
Fucking...
Frank, don't fucking lie to me. I have a rendezvous with death.
Oh, and so does the president.
And so do you, Frank, if you get too close to me.
You have a rendezvous with my ass, motherfucker!
Frank, Frank, do you know how easily I could kill you, Frank?
Know how many times I've watched you go in that apartment?
You're alive because I have allowed you to live.
So you show me some...
...goddamn respect!
St. Francis Hotel! Florida Avenue in northeast.
Frank.
Take my hand, Frank.
Take it. You don't, you'll die.
Take it.
You're gonna shoot me after I saved your life?
Shit.
The only way to save the president is to shoot me.
Are you willing to do that, to trade your life for his?
Or is life too precious?
Leary, don't fucking move!
Frank! I got him, Frank!
Al?
Al!
Got nothing here.
Frank? You got a phone call.
- Yeah. - Frank, you looked so sad on the bus.
I mean, I'm sorry. It was self-defense.
- Tell me about Skellum. - "You're barking up the wrong tree."
Skellum's worthless.
You're meeting in L.A.?
It's late in the game and you're way behind.
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.
Pray I don't find you, you prick.
Pray?
- What, do you want to kill me? - That's right.
The irony's so thick you could choke on it.
- There's no fucking irony! - Think, Frank. Think.
The same government that trained me to kill trained you to protect.
Yet now you wanna kill me, while up on that roof I protected you.
They're gonna write books about us.
- I'm tired of your bullshit, Mitch. - "Don't be a poor sport."
You could've taken me out, but you chose to save your ass.
Don't cry about it now. Okay?
You know, it does make me wonder about Dallas, though.
Did you really do all you could've, 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?
- "Ran five different counties." - What about Louisiana?
Jack was checking it. Hang on.
Frank, no Skellums. Sorry.
Shit.
Damn it!
The election's in three weeks. It's political suicide!
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.
Well, isn't that sweet. You've become that close, have you?
Look, people, California is the key to the whole damn race.
We've narrowed the gap to five points. We can't let up.
We'll have to change our procedures. Move him around in unmarked cars.
Frisk everyone within 50 yards.
Frisk people going into $ 10,000-a-plate dinners?
You're overreacting again.
If I don't overreact, the president's dead.
Why is he even here? I said keep him away from me.
- Frank's heading this investigation. - Then let him investigate...
...as long as he doesn't come within sight of the president.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm in the middle of a campaign here.
Frank.
- Hi. - Hi.
Up late?
Lead advance for L.A. It's a lot of work.
What's up?
I've got a request.
I'd like you to talk to Watts.
Get me on your advance team.
- He thinks you'll overreact. - What do you think?
- I think you're too close to all this. - That's why I've got to be there.
I can spot him. I can anticipate him.
- You think he'll be in California? - Yes.
- Why would he tip his hand like that? - He'll want to keep the game close.
He'll be there.
This has nothing to do with you and me.
Strictly professional.
But that son of a bitch killed my partner.
My friend.
I know.
I'm sorry.
You're looking at a living legend, Lilly.
The only active agent who ever lost a president.
Please.
Passengers arriving on Flight 1026 from Washington Dulles...
Mr. Horrigan, welcome to Los Angeles.
Washington analysts ask:
Can the president close the remaining distance in the time left?
The answer lies in California, they say...
... where the president will appear at a rally at the Bonaventure Hotel.
Field office, Chavez.
The advance team is at the Bonaventure. I'll stick with them.
We'll advise.
- Any problems? - No.
Security room TSD. We've swept the western end of the route.
Manholes are secured. Mailboxes removed. Abandoned vehicles towed.
Bridges checked out. Moving to Sector 3.
We'll need sharpshooters on both those towers there.
We'll place three sharpshooters there, which covers those restricted blocks.
Other polls today had the president only three points behind and gaining.
Analysts say he'll have to close that margin in California.
Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport.
Baggage claim and ground transportation are on the lower level.
- That's it, work hard. Work here. - Good boy, good boy.
- Work it, that's it. Work it. - Work it.
Raines, this is Horrigan. Double-checking those exits?
Yes, Frank. This is the third time now.
- "his bid, of course, to win California's" critical 54 electoral votes. In L. A...
Watch list, Paul Rubiek. Yellow, section 5.
- Secret Service. - Man, what the fuck?! I work here!
Robert Stermer.
You're rolling?
Bellboy. He's been cleared.
- Yeah, he's clean. - All right.
Robert...
...have a nice day.
- No questions. - Get out of here.
Show's over. Come on, pack it up. Let's go.
Come on, pack it up and move.
Mr. Carney? All set.
Finally we meet!
You are James Carney?
You must be Sandy Riggs.
I was wondering if you really existed...
...or maybe you were an angel sent down to help the party.
- I'm very much human. - Good, then let's have a drink.
You know, they got a bar up at the top of this place that's beautiful.
- When does the president arrive? - Tomorrow, just in time for dinner.
Which reminds me. Here's your invitation. Don't lose that, James.
The Secret Service has been driving me bonkers over these things.
I got you a great seat...
...just a stone's throw away from the president himself.
So tell me, James, what is Microspan Corporation all about?
I just came to meet the president...
...I wouldn't presume to bore you with my business.
I don't blame you. One thing I don't understand is high-tech.
I can't wait to introduce you to him. Look at this beautiful view, would you?
Yes, it is. It's very pretty.
Did you get the list of dinner guests? Who was the fat-cat organizer?
Yes. Sanford Riggs, the chairman of the California Victory Fund.
Call L.A.P.D. And make sure they have no police uniforms missing.
- It's been taken care of. - And...
...call the hospital. See if they've laid on that supply of B-positive.
Your average American businessman...
...he looks at a product marketing scheme, what have you...
...he sees the length and width of it.
The Japanese see the depth, the long-term effect.
We look at the next fiscal quarter.
The Japanese look at the next quarter of a century.
Try to get our people to understand that.
Mr. Riggs, can I talk to you for a moment?
Excuse me, fellas.
- Who's that? - Secret Service agent.
You know everyone who's attending this dinner?
I sure do.
How about these pictures, any of them look familiar?
I went through all this with another agent yesterday.
I'm happy to cooperate, but this is bordering on harassment.
Well, I'm a harassing kind of guy, Mr. Riggs.
No, no, no, no.
I'll be right back, Mr. Carney.
Bill, he did what any one of us would.
- "He beat up a bellboy on TV." - I was there.
I'd say he's a little overwrought.
We're all a little overwrought, knowing Leary's out there.
- "You don't think he's a liability?" - No, I don't think he is.
You're in the minority. I want him gone before Traveler arrives.
- "Send him on to San Diego." - By whose order? Harry Sargent's?
Traveler.
You wanna tell him or should I?
Miss Raines, somebody's approaching Traveler's suite.
Lilly, you there?
Lilly.
- Hi. - Hi.
What are you doing up here, Frank?
I was just seeing if there was anything more I could do.
You know, between the L.A.P.D., the FBI and the rest of us...
...there are 229 people protecting Traveler tomorrow.
Lot of guns.
If Leary gets off a shot, you and I could be killed in the crossfire.
Frank...
- Bill Watts just called. - Heard about the bellman?
So did Traveler.
They want you to go to San Diego and assist in the advance there tomorrow.
Just like that.
Frank, it's not just you against Leary.
You gotta have some faith in the rest of us.
You know something?
For years I've been listening to all these idiots on barstools...
...with all their pet theories on Dallas.
It was the Cubans...
...CIA...
...or the white supremacists, or the Mob...
...or whether it was one weapon...
...or whether it was five.
None of that's 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.
Sun was out.
Been raining all morning. Air was...
First shot...
...sounded like a firecracker.
I looked over and I 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 flat out.
I just couldn't believe it.
If only I'd reacted, I could've taken that shot.
That would've been all right with me.
The white zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers.
What's the number of that San Diego office?
619-UKELELE.
- Ukulele? - That's how I remember it.
Seven number, seven letters. You just push U-K-E-L-E-L-E. Easy.
Wait a minute.
- Isn't ukulele spelled U-K-U? - I don't know.
But the phone number is U-K-E-L-E-L-E.
K-E-L.
Wait a second.
Attention, all passengers. Flight 158 to San Diego is now boarding...
Jesus.
We have an arrival.
Chopper standing by to take Traveler to site one.
- "Southwest Savings, may I help you?" - Southwest?
Yes. May I help you?
Hello?
What's your address?
Taxi!
Raines to lobby agents. Post check.
- Post 3? - "Roger, in place."
- Post 6? - "Roger, in place."
- "Post 12?" - Roger, in place.
Wait right here.
Sorry. There's no Mitchell Leary or Joseph McCauley in our accounts.
Try to imagine him in disguise.
With a hat, wigs, mustache, that sort of thing.
I haven't seen him. I've been here a couple weeks.
Who was in charge of new accounts before you?
Pam Magnus.
Where can I find her?
She's dead.
She was murdered.
She was murdered and was from Minneapolis.
They won't cancel. You know what Sargent said.
Make the arrival underground. Don't give Leary a target.
They want a big show. They said unless we have proof...
- "... Leary's here"... - The proof may be a dead president.
I'm pulling up accounts opened during Pam's last months.
Problem is, we don't log them by date.
It's gonna take time to compile.
Fax me the lists soon as you get them, will you please?
All agents in position.
- Next. Do step up, please. - Thank you.
Please step back, sir.
Would you please empty your pockets?
Thank you.
You're from Texas, right?
Ladies and gentlemen, the president of the United States.
I'm sorry?
Frank! What are you doing here, Frank?
- Watts is gonna shit if he sees you! - Fax for me?
Yeah, just now. What is it? What's this about?
What the hell is going on, Frank?
"James Carney."
"Carney, James."
- Jesus. - Frank!
What the hell is he doing here?
I don't know.
- Who gave you permission...? - He's here.
- Name's Jim Carney. - You're not on...
- I want the damn seating chart! - Give him the chart.
Gun!
Stop and put the gun down!
- Move, move, move! - Go, go!
- Out of the way! Get out of the way! - Move, move!
Get down! Down!
Don't shoot!
Get him in, get him in! Let's go! Come on! Get him in!
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Raines to shooters. Hold fire!
Get out of his way!
He's got a hostage!
Raines to shooters. If you have a shot, take it.
This is an emergency situation. Please, stand back!
Nice view.
What's the plan, captain?
It's your man up there. You tell me.
All posts. Hold radio traffic.
Get me sharpshooters on the north and west towers.
Take the subject out.
So you had the guts, Frank. You took the bullet.
- I broke my damn ribs. - Sorry, I wasn't aiming at you.
Where are the shooters?
West tower in place. No lights inside.
Shit. No shot from the north. We can't see inside.
Wearing a bulletproof vest. That's a bit of a cheat, don't you think?
Otherwise, you played a good game.
It's no game, Leary.
I was doing my job.
What are we gonna do now?
Do you believe in the nobility of suicide?
No. But if you want to blow your goddamn head off, go ahead.
- Be my guest. - Nicely put, Frank.
Except, you see, I don't want to leave this miserable world alone.
- West tower, do you have a shot? - Negative, too dark. Target unclear.
It's better to die with a friend, don't you think?
A friend? You're a damn killer, you sick bastard!
Don't talk to me like that! I saved your life. You owe me.
I don't owe you shit.
I was always honest and fair with you.
- Go ahead and shoot. Go ahead. - It's Frank.
Quiet!
- "Come on, damn it." - Frank, are you talking to me?
- Well, what are you waiting for? - What am I waiting for?
I'm waiting for you to show me some goddamn gratitude.
Without me, you'd still just be another sad-eyed, piano-playing drunk.
I brought you into this game. I let you keep up with me.
- I made you a goddamn hero today. - You didn't make me anything.
- I redeemed your pathetic, shitty life. - I just did my job.
You're the one with the pathetic life.
- "Go ahead and shoot, damn it." - They can't see inside.
- "lf they fire, you'll be hit." - I want you to thank me first, Frank.
Shut up and shoot.
All right, Frank.
- All right, Frank. - Shooters, stand by to fire.
Wait for 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 wanna save me, Frank?
To be honest and fair with you, no.
But it's my job.
Take it.
- Are you okay? - Stand back, please.
Stand back.
We've been working with Agent Horrigan for quite some time.
Yes. Frank exemplifies courage and self-sacrifice.
Frank!
I guess I overreacted again, Harry.
Flight 116 to Boston now boarding...
Agent Horrigan, just a moment.
Agent Horrigan, why are you retiring from the Secret Service?
Well, I hate desk work and I'm too old to go running alongside limousines.
And thanks to you people plastering my picture up everywhere...
...I'm no good for undercover work.
One more question.
- How are you, Frank? - Sam.
Frank, the president sent his limo for you.
- That's the least he could do. - Good. I love public transportation.
Come on in.
Make yourself at home.
- So, what do you think? - I like it.
Hello, Frank.
By the time you hear this, it'll be over.
The president is most likely dead. And so am I.
I wonder, Frank, "Did you kill me?"
Who won our game?
Not that it matters.
Among friends, like you and me, it's not whether you win or lose...
... but how you play the game. The game's done.
It's time to get on with your life.
But I worry that you have no life to get on with, Frank.
You're a good man.
Good men, like you and me, are destined to travel a lonely road.
Goodbye and good luck.
I'll bet you that brown pigeon down there...
...flies off before the white one.
How do you know?
I know things about pigeons, Lilly.