In the Line of Fire

Oh, my God!

Frank, thank God! I'm dead.

I'm dead.

Frank, I'm sorry. I got lost.

This town is so confusing.

What a day.

My wife had to work early.

My kid was crying when I took him to

school. He hated to leave Chicago.

- It broke my heart, Frank.

- Any more excuses?

- No.

- Good. In the future be punctual.

- You got it?

- I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

- Frank, how are you doing?

- It's good to see you again.

- Hi, Marty. Sorry we're late.

- Al, go help Jimmy and Raul.

Yeah, sure. This is his.

- You don't trust me?

- I live in a crappy neighbourhood.

- Have you got that funny money?

- Yeah. Right here.

It looks good. It looks real good.

- We're in business.

- Excellent.

There's just one problem.

This guy Al...

He keeps asking all these questions

about my counterfeiter.

My instinct usually tells me

when something's wrong.

And there's something wrong.

So I had him followed.

He's a Secret Service agent, Frank.

- What do you think I ought to do?

- Be sure the body doesn't wash up.

I want you to pop him for me, okay?

- I think maybe you're with him.

- 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, that's what I'm looking for.

Come on, let's go get an omelette.

Let me get my pistol.

My gun?

You're under arrest.

You're under arrest, too.

Secret Service.

You knew from the weight

of the gun that it was empty, right?

There could have been

one bullet there.

Do you think we can go someplace

and talk about this?

- Doesn't killing guys get to you?

- It gets to you.

I don't like this undercover stuff.

I was so scared.

I joined the Secret Service...

...to protect people.

You like the idea of

throwing yourself in front of a gun?

Hoping you get hit instead of

the guy you're protecting?

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?

I know things about people.

- Come on, let's eat.

- I've got to go home to my family.

A lot of guys warned me

you were a pain in the ass.

- I'll see you in the office.

- Damn! The office.

- Monroe wants us to check this out.

- I'll take care of it.

- I'll go with you.

- No. Go hug your wife and kid.

I was not snooping,

but the smoke alarm was going off.

I got scared.

I got more scared

when I saw what was inside.

The smoke was from crumbs

in the oven he left on.

I love the United States.

I've been to the White House.

Only in the United States can just

anybody go to visit the President.

So when I saw this,

these killing things...

...I called the police.

They called the Secret Service.

That was two days ago.

The President gets 1,400 threats

a year. We've got to check them all.

- You say his name's McCauley?

- No, McCrawley, from Denver.

I remember it like yesterday.

I cried and cried.

Joseph McCrawley, Denver.

Died 30 years ago, age 11.

Your guy is using his ID.

Thanks, Jack.

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.

- McCrawley?

- Why not call me Booth?

- Why not Oswald?

- Booth had flair and panache.

The leap to the stage

after he shot Lincoln.

- Where are you?

- Closer than you'd imagine.

It's very ex citing to talk to you.

I feel like I know you.

I've read about you and seen photos.

You were JFK's favourite agent.

But that was a long time ago.

What keeps you going?

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