Wyoming.
You're right. It's the first time I've been back
since that fateful day.
Is that trouble?
- Could be.
- Is it Bracken?
Damn right.
Conductor?
- Why are we stopping?
- Some sort of emergency, sir.
We're getting off the train.
Get in there.
Here, take this.
How'd they know you were on this train?
- You call anybody?
- Only Cal.
- You dumb little
- Watch it, Killian.
You've been reporting our whereabouts
to the President?
After all, he is my husband. I trust him.
Board!
What are we going to do now?
We'll hitchhike.
Get in.
Good morning, Chief.
Thank you for picking us up.
That goes for me, too.
That's real nice of you to pick us up.
Do you speak English?
Do I look like some goddamned foreigner?
I'm sorry.
Of course, I speak English.
Also Crow, French and Spanish.
I'm a native-born American Indian...
not some half-breed immigrant like you all.
Why all this ''mmm-mmm''
and the war paint?
Tools of the trade, tenderfoot.
Hello?
Your husband said I could use the
The can and phones are around the side.
And that crazy Kickapoo ain't my spouse!
We'll take this one.
My nose tells me
somebody's hot on your tail.
What makes you say that?
You didn't ask how much.
If I was a white man,
I'd overcharge you for a mistake like that.
You're pretty smart.
A dune buggy can go cross-country. $2,000.
I'll throw in a couple license plates.
What about that nose, Joe?
Don't worry. It didn't get this long
by poking it in other people's business.
Mama, give the man $2,000.
Bracken's probably figured out
we got off the train back there in Lodgepole.
So?
He'll be looking for us
on all the main highways.
- Where the hell are we going?
- We're going to take the back roads.
Once we get to Nevada, we'll be home free.
God, in this awful rig,
I won't have a face left!
$1 million is a lot of money for near misses.
Terror is a very expensive game...
Senator.
Get on with it,
or I'll hire a hit man to hit you.
You've got a big mouth, Senator.
Big enough to swallow
a short-fused grenade.
Now, don't ever try to mug me.
Killian, I've been thinking.
That we're heading into a trap?
Well, if Bracken's been getting
information about what we're doing...
he's going to know we're coming here
and be waiting for us.
Well, I'd rather you were here because
I've sent for part of my team to meet me.
Isn't that rather exposing
the First Lady to some risk?
Lamb for the slaughter?
What a way with words.
Couldn't you put it another way?
What about ''worm wriggling on a hook''?
Forget it. I'll take the lamb.
Who did you say was coming down?
Loudermilk and Miss Chang.
God, Daddy'll have a fit.
God, Daddy, you look good to me!
Things are that bad?
- It wasn't the yellow brick road. Daddy, I'd
- And you'd be Killian.
- Yes, sir.
- Harry.
- I think we ought to get under cover, sir.
- Sure thing.
You have a very grateful father here.
- How about a drink?
- Sure.
I'll get it.
- The usual, Daddy?
- Thank you.
Is something bothering you, Killian?
Yeah. I'm concerned about this whole thing.
I heard a rumor that you didn't like
people very much.
You seem friendly enough to me.
I never met a man I couldn't corrupt,
but you might be an exception.
- Now, how about
- Damn it, Daddy, don't start.
Killian's staying at the White House
with me and the President.
Now why all this sudden affection?
Didn't Killian expect...
You called and talked to
your father about all this?
Why the hell don't you go on the TV?
Easy, Killian.
I'm the only one she could trust.
Any idea who is responsible for all this?
Without a doubt.
Chief of Staff, Hector Bunsen.
My big problem is proving it.
Why would Hector...
want to destroy my daughter?
Well, he knows the President is impotent.
And he knows that your daughter might
divorce him in a year or two.
And as a divorced man,
he wouldn't stand a chance for reelection.
But as a widower, he'd be a shoo-in...
and Bunsen would continue as
the