Mr. fнnney, just the answer,
because l know...
that no matter what l say,
you've already wrнtten your lнbelous versнon.
-Mrs. Craig.
-Mrs. Craig, please.
Mrs. Craig, June Merkel,
Washнngton Daнly Trнbune.
Do you intend to involve yourself
in government like Rosalynn Carter did?
Her staff cost nearly $1 million a year.
l expect l'll stнck my nose
нn my husband's busнness...
every day and nнght,
especнally to push the passage of ERA.
Mr. Finney.
Where'd you get that line
on the First Lady, Mr. Finney?
You fellas know l don't have
to reveal my sources to you.
But it's straight from the horse's mouth.
You know, yokels who shoot
off their mouths get their mouths shot off.
Are you threatening
the freedom of the press?
No, iust you.
l warn you boys.
Y'all will be reading about this.
We better not.
The ship of state's developed a leak.
Just make sure it didn't come from our team.
Killian, you've been to more
of these clambakes than l have.
How did you think it went?
-Very well. You're very fast on your feet.
-Thank you.
lncidentally, how did l draw you again?
l specifically asked Fitzroy to replace you.
That's a coincidence,
because l was talking to Fitzroy...
about replacing you in four years.
Come on, Killy, wake up.
-Come on.
-What?
Get with it, Killy. Wake up.
What the hell is going on?
One Momma broke out of the White House
without any security.
-That's impossible.
-Sure it is.
That's why she's being held
at Andrews Air Force Base.
Marine One нs pнckнng us up
on the South Lawn.
l don't know how the hell she got out.
-Where is she going?
-California.
John Hammond.
Jay Killian. You did well.
-Thanks.
-Where is she?
lnside.
l'd approach her from the side,
she's a high kicker.
l've been there.
-Who's he?
-Pilot. We checked, he's been cleared.
You again.
Yes?
No use arguing.
The President's cleared her for the flight.
l'll have a lнmo for you at
the John Wayne, Newport Beach. Go.
Oh, boy.
''Oh, boy,'' what?
Oh, boy, am l going to miss Nancy Reagan.
This is November Charlie 4-3-3-9...
calling Marine Operator,
San Pedro, California.
Thнs нs Marнne Operator
callнng Spread Eagle.
This is Spread Eagle, over.
Cappy, you old rum pot.
l'm three hours out, and l'm on the way нn.
That's fine, Miss Laramie.
l want Dad's yacht fueled and ready for two
weeks at Catalina by the time l get there.
The hell you say.
What's wrong, Cappy?
l called Dad at Tahoe,
and he said it was okay.
We're high and dry and the ways is getting
the bottom scraped and painted.
To hell wнth that, just drop her
нn the drнnk and send her on home.
The fuel tanks are sucking air.
Cappy, you fuel up and buy stores
for two weeks at sea.
And you be at the house
by the time l get there...
or l'll have your guts for garters.
Washington hasn't sweetened
that temper of yours, girl.
Spread Eagle is clear.
l'll be back.
Mrs. Craig, can l sit with the pilot awhile?
Yes, dear, you do that.
Let Wally teach you how to fly.
l already know how to fly, ma'am.
There you are, Killian,
l thought we'd lost you.
Moonlight becomes you.
lt's the best seat in the house.
And the most appropriate.
All right, let's go.
Okay, let's go.
Have you been to Newport before, Killian?
Since l was 17.
Used to go there on summer vacations.
-From where?
-Arizona State.
Prison?
After that, l spent a lot of time there
during the Nixon years...
when the western White House
was at San Clemente.
-Where are you from, anyway?
-Tombstone, Arizona.
-You ever hear of Kirk Killian?
-Yeah, Western writer.
My father.
l read a lot of his books, Killy.
He was very good.
Thanks.
He brought us to Tombstone because he
wanted to do some research on Wyatt Earp.
My father is buried there.
-On Boot Hill?
-Where else?
Sandy.
Hey, Mrs. Craig, welcome home.
Where's the boat?
She's coming down the bay right now.
Ahoy, Cappy.
Ahoy, Mнss Nervy, got the stores on
board, goнng to top off the tank rнght