-
No, not you, let him tell me,
and don't call me ''ma'am.''
Well....
Maiesty, somebody doesn't like you...
and they're going to
try to shoot the bird down.
We thought you'd be safer on the ground.
Would you mind getting in the car, please?
My horoscope said
it was going to be a rotten day.
And you've iust made it that.
Honestly, with your sense of paranoia,
shouldn't you see a shrink?
lf you feel the same way tomorrow, ma'am...
l'll even let you make the appointment.
How do you like Lee Barstow and his team?
About the same.
Male arrogance, invasion of privacy...
using security to push me around.
But he's more of a gentleman
than Mr. Killian.
l was raised in a poor neighborhood.
-How can you stand him?
-l've got a very strong stomach.
Kнlly, the red barn up ahead,
we have a posнtнve readнng on the snнffer.
Take a defensive position.
Damn!
Bet that was Bracken.
We'll still get that son of a bitch.
Seems this time l was mistaken.
You might say that.
l 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 havнng the last word, Kнllнan.
Thank you.
-Senator.
-l have no time--
-Make time.
-l 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. l 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?
lf l were you, l'd worry about Bracken.
Yeah, l need a change of address.
-You need a food taster.
-Are you volunteering?
l'm going to reassign you
to a new surveillance.
l 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 l get the moonlit nights
in huggermugger heaven, l suppose?
l'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?
lt's been fun on the merry-go-round,
but l'm running out of tickets, ma'am.
Please, don't call me ''ma'am.''
Okay, but what are you up to this time?
l'm running.
You know l can't let you do that.
Yes, you can, you must.
l know you were angry
when they assigned you to watch Polly...
but l ordered that
because l'd soon be playing Polly.
And you're the only one l can trust.
You arranged this?
l had to. l 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 l'm making a pass?
For crying out loud.
l 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.
l'll call Cal, he'll cover for me.
Till when?
Till the Secret Service find out
who's trying to kill me.
l don't like saying