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have to hang around for a while.

- Why?

- What's the matter?

- Don't be alarmed, nothing's wrong.

- Of course there is.

The FBI

doesn't pay us a visit for nothing.

- I won't stay. I'll take Pidge and go.

- No Ma'am, nobody leaves until we do.

Why not?

What's happened?

Look just go about your business, like

it was any other Saturday afternoon.

Read your papers, watch TV,

anything, but nobody leaves the house.

- Something fishy about all this.

- It's official business.

What sort of official business?

Mr Benson, as a former agent of the

Secret Service, you should understand.

Either I'm getting old

and stupid, or else I'm...

At 5pm, the President

will arrive in town on a special...

- What?

- Golly!

The President,

well that's different.

You mean the President's

gonna' get off the train here?

That's right.

Gramps,

we gotta' see it.

That's the greatest thing ever

to happen to this town.

Can we go down

and see it Gramps? Can we?

Sorry kid, no! Benny, bring in

the gear. Put the car out back.

Bart, you see the back door's

locked tight and check the cellar.

I still don't understand.

Mr Benson, if anyone wanted to kill the

President, he could do a beautiful job,

right from this window of yours.

For the love of Mike, that may be true,

but you don't think that Ellie and me...

Of course not,

but we have to remain here

to protect you and the President,

from someone who might.

Oh.

- Carney?

- Yeah.

Is all this checking routine?

Looks like you expect this town to...

Sheriff, have you noticed any strangers

in town during the past week.

- No.

- Are you sure?

Yes I'm sure. I know everybody here.

The only strangers we get are tourists.

We get 'em all the time, stopping

for gas, a bite to eat. That's all.

We wanna' know from you

or your deputies, if any stranger stays!

- Then this isn't routine.

- No it isn't.

Can you tell me?

The LA police picked up a small-time

stool pigeon night before last,

shot through the lungs

and left for dead.

Smiley Bitters. Before he died,

he told them something was up.

What do you mean,

something was up?

- An assassination attempt.

- Well, can you believe that?

- In our business we can't afford not to.

- I mean the tip of a dying stool pigeon.

The Stoolie seemed very proud of being

an American, before he kicked off.

Meaning crime is crime,

but this is something else again.

Right, so we can't take

any chances. Let's go.

Can we see the President,

grandpa? Can we Mom?

No Pidge, we have to stay here.

You can watch him from here.

But I wanna' get up close.

Well, use your telescope boy.

Bring him right up to your eye.

- Aah!

- Sorry Pidge, no dice.

Back door locked. How about the phone

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