bitch. Seems this time I was mistaken. You might say that. I suppose you'd like an apology. Screw you. Well, that won't be necessary, ma'am. Hey, Killy, you're not falling for that bimbo, are you? The First Lady can be many things, she can be a dipsomaniac... or a kleptomaniac, she could even be a nymphomaniac... but she can never be a bimbo. Nevertheless... are your salmon swimming upstream? Just having the last word, Killian. Thank you. - Senator. - I have no time - Make time. - I don't like your tone. You said you'd call me after speaking to the President. The President has taken you off the First Lady's protection. I agree with him. These terrorist attacks are aimed at you. Anyone in your vicinity is in danger. You ought to play the ponies, Mr. Killian. Your hunch was right. The body was booby-trapped. Well, there goes the neighborhood. Back up, they're coming through. Why kill the kid? All he said was the people upstairs weren't getting it on. Well, maybe somebody up there doesn't like the news. But why kill him? If I were you, I'd worry about Bracken. Yeah, I need a change of address. - You need a food taster. - Are you volunteering? I'm going to reassign you to a new surveillance. I want a 24-hour watch on One Momma's secretary, Polly Sims. - Have a heart, Fitz. - No crap, Killy. - That's an order. - What about my seniority? That will get you the day shift with Charlie Chang to cover. Just in case Miss Sims goes somewhere that you can't. And I get the moonlit nights in huggermugger heaven, I suppose? I'm only trying to keep your ass out of the war zone for a while. - Where do you think she's going? - National Museum of American History. How do you know that? Because that's where they exhibit all the Inaugural Ball gowns... from Martha Washington to Nancy Reagan. And today, One Momma is gifting them with her gown. She went into the ladies room, came out, she left her bag in there. Go back and keep an eye on the bag. So, you made me. What the hell are you up to? It's been fun on the merry-go-round, but I'm running out of tickets, ma'am. Please, don't call me ''ma'am.'' Okay, but what are you up to this time? I'm running. You know I can't let you do that. Yes, you can, you must. I know you were angry when they assigned you to watch Polly... but I ordered that because I'd soon be playing Polly. And you're the only one I can trust. You arranged this? I had to. I was desperate. Please, bear with me. Leave your car here, and come with me in mine. Please. Okay. Just sign for one room. What? You know what the media could make out of that? For God's sake, Killian, you don't think I'm making a pass? For crying out loud. I guess not. A married couple will attract less attention. They'll be looking for a single woman. Sign for one room. You're right. You can't just disappear. You're the First Lady. I'll call Cal, he'll cover for me. Till when? Till the Secret Service find out who's trying to kill me. I don't like saying this, but has it ever occurred to you... that the President might be the one who wants you dead? Never. - It's your life, you're betting on it. - I know that. Will you help me? Please? Okay, I'll do it. Thank you. But you're going to have to do as I say. Starting now, you make no telephone calls to anybody at any time. I don't see why. It's either that or else. If you say so. - You ever handle a gun? - I've done skeet shooting. I want you to keep this with you in case you need it. It's loaded, the safety's on, all you have to do is pull back the hammer... - and then the trigger. - It looks awfully little. May be little, but it shoots a .410 shotgun shell that will take a man's face off. I'm going out to make a telephone call. There's a phone right here. Internal phones can be listened in on. If you're calling about money and stuff like that... I've got $25,000 in traveler's ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Семь стихий на английском - текст Война на английском - текст Персона на английском - текст Манекен на английском - текст Рокки Бальбоа на английском |