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[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Woman ] Mr. Pochenko, go ahead, please.

- Bobby, I must see you right away. - Hey, Professor. What's up ?

Don't tell me your study group of conspiracy nuts finally figured out who killed J.F.K.

Bobby, you were never so disrespectful when you were my student.

I must see you immediately.

I'll have Janet schedule a dinner. It'd be great to catch up with you.

This is not back burner, Bobby !

I have to see you today. When can you meet me ?

If you got a problem, tell me now, and I will take care of it.

This is not something I can discuss on an unsecured phone.

I'll be home by 10:00. Come by then, and we'll talk about it. All right ?

I'll be there.

I just wish we had more proof.

These names, the surveillance data-- they're just fragments.

You just have to convince Bishop.

If he knows where to look.

God, I'm terrified.

** [ Opera ]

[ Pochenko ] Very good.

Keep searching.

[ Keyboard Keys Clicking ]

[ Beeping ]

** [ Opera ]

[ Dogs Whining ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Heavy Breathing ]

[ Vacuum Cleaner Whirring ]

[ Zipper Zipping ]

[ Indistinct Voices ]

[ Radio Frequencies, Voices Continue ]

Bobby, take Paul !

Bobby, pick up your ass.

Free shot, here we go.

- Nice shot. - Watch the back door, man.

You, Bobby. It's all you.

Oh, yeah !

Go, go, go. Here we go. [ Phone Ringing ]

Time out, gentlemen. Time out ?

[ Ringing ]

Bishop.

Don't tell me.

All right, I'm on my way.

[ Helicopter Whirring ]

Yo, Bobby, think your man can hook the brothers up with some jobs ?

I'll run it past him, soon as your contract with the Bullets expires.

Fuckin' Bobby Bishop.

See you guys next Saturday. Who'd have ever thought.

Thanks, guys. You're welcome, Mr. Bishop.

Sorry to bust up your day with this.

I finally get my jump shot back, and you call me in ? What's up ?

The indomitable Bobby Bishop not in the know ? That'll be the day.

Let me guess. You've seen his draft of Monday's speech,

and it's a little more than we expected.

"A little more" is hardly the expression I would use.

The papers are gonna kill us.

Everybody's inside. Let's go.

[ Chattering ]

Hello, everyone. Mr. Vice President.

- Alan. - Bobby.

- James. - Edward.

Morning, Robert. Charles.

Bobby, he's been up there all day working on that speech.

He wants change-- big change.

Yes, but what he wants is radical, too far-reaching.

It's gonna scare the hell out of the financial markets.

- He wants to freeze all government contracts. - Make massive defense cuts.

We're talking about millions of people out of work overnight.

You know what that will do to the stock exchange.

The man has created an agenda for disaster.

It's far too much for the country to handle all at once.

Not to mention a P.R. nightmare.

Since he won the election, he's not listening to anybody.

It's as though he were suddenly unaccountable.

He refuses to recognize that change like this has to be made step-by-step,

otherwise we'll be eaten alive before...

we can get the American public to understand and accept it.

- And a draft of the speech was leaked to The Herald. - Who's writing the story ?

- Amanda Givens. - That perennial pain in the ass.

Certainly a persistent thorn in our sides.

Where is he now ? In the office.

But he asked not to be disturbed before dinner.

Well, I think I'd better go disturb him.

Bobby's the only one who can get through to him.

Screw them.

These gutless bureaucrats.

They think this'll bury the party. You agree ?

Well, it is pretty risky.

A move this radical could send the markets tumbling.

You don't know that. Well, it could be.

But even if they drop, it'll only be temporary.

My bet is, in the long run, they'll be twice as strong.

Bobby, in my first term, I listened to the experts.

I didn't rock the boat. Well, I'm not gonna wait any longer.

You don't have to convince me, but you're gonna have a hell of a time...

getting it passed through congress.

I only have four years left.

If congress doesn't like it, there'll be a hell of a fight.

If I fail, I fail trying.

Do I have to remind you who helped draft this speech, Bobby ?

I guess you're a little more daring when you're 14 points behind...

on the campaign trail and half a bottle of Scotch under your belt.

I just found out the story's been leaked to The Herald.

And with that much lead time, there's a good chance your opponents will massacre you...

before you even get your ideas out.

Let me kill the story for now.

You can't sneak up on the enemy when they know you're coming.

So, how long do you want me to delay this speech ?

Just a couple of days, sir. That's all.

All right.

Good. I'll let them know.

Well ? He's agreed to reconsider for now.

Think you'll be able to kill the story ?

The Herald goes to press in two hours. The damage is done.

Well, like you said, sir, we do have two hours. There's not enough time.

It is for me, unless you'd rather...

keep me here arguing about it.

Well, your boy's a confident little prick, isn't he ?

A prick, really ?

I find it so difficult to distinguish between the pricks...

and everyone else around here.

Sir.

Washington Herald ? I have Senator Joseph Powers calling for Amanda Givens.

Uh, Miss Givens is out on assignment. Hold, please.

Bobby, she's out on assignment !

You wore that tie yesterday. That was yesterday.

Does she no longer keep her appointments with United States senators ?

This is an outrage.

Well, I'm sorry, sir, but Amanda Givens is out of the office.

She's interviewing Congressman Page.

She's got Nate Page, that fuckin' snake.

Grab his file, please. Okay.

You tell Miss Givens we are extremely disappointed.

- I'll tell her, sir. - Here we go.

Yeah, I can smell it from here.

Get the press office to call the conference at 6:45.

I want all the national correspondents there. I want the works.

6:45's way too close. The Herald runs at 8:00.

Plenty of time. Make damn sure Amanda Givens is there.

All right, all right. I'm going.

[ Woman ] Congressman Page's office. May I help you ?

[ German Accent ] Ja, this is Dr. Schmenke.

It is imperative that I talk to the congressman immediately.

- He's at committee at room 1312. - Danke.

[ Keyboard Keys Clicking ]

Robert Bishop's office. [ Pochenko ] Bobby Bishop, please.

This is Yuri Pochenko calling.

Mr. Bishop's unavailable. He'll be back this evening.

Please, I must speak with him immediately !

It cannot wait until tonight, please.

It is a matter of life or death.

I'm sorry, Professor. When he returns, I'll let him know you called.

I-- [ Dial Tone Humming ]

[ Bobby ] Congressman Page. What a coincidence.

Coincidence ? Oh, I sincerely doubt that, Mr. Bishop.

Monday's speech ?

I don't know quite what you're talking about, Mr. Bishop.

No idea.

Then I guess you're also unaware of an additional base closure...

I'm submitting to the Pentagon on Monday.

Happens to be in your district. Another coincidence, I suppose.

Ah, 30,000 jobs is a career buster if I ever saw one.

You can't intimidate me, Mr. Bishop.

Well, it's your choice, Congressman.

By the way, uh,

are you still "doinking" your legislative director at the Crystal City Marriott.

Room 327, I think it was.

Yeah, I'd hate to have that leak out on Monday as well.

Hey, Mike. Mr. Bishop.

[ All Talking At Once ] Next question.

Mr. Bishop, we've been hearing rumors...

that the president is planning radical change for his second term.

You've been hearing rumors, have you ?

The president will present his agenda for the next four years when he's ready.

And I can guarantee it will be rational, not radical. Next question.

[ All Talking ]

Excuse me, excuse me.

The Herald has it from a very reliable source...

that part of the president's plan is a freeze on all government contracts.

Excuse me, miss. That is yet another irresponsible rumor I'd like to put an end to.

The name is Amanda Givens, and as I said, Mr. Bishop,

we have it on a very reliable source.

Congressman Page, would you care to address this rumor ?

I would be very happy to address and terminate it.

Thank you, Bobby.

I have just come from the president of the United States,

and he has assured me that despite small differences between us,

that from here on out it will be...

business as usual.

- Yes, Bobby ! - Next question.

I'm gonna buy that little prick a drink.

Good evening, Robert. Congressman Colbert.

Nice to see you. Good to see you.

Yes, Senator Jones. Good evening.

Good evening. You have our support.

Did you get the bill passed ? We got it done.

Excellent. Hi. How are you ? Oscar and Bertha.

How are you ? Always a pleasure. Good.

Boy, oh, boy. You are some kind of big shot.

I could have sworn it was just last week...

you were stuffin' envelopes and lickin' stamps.

That was last week.

It was, wasn't it ? Thank you.

Mmm.

You gotta try some of this vodka the Finns sent us.

It's fantastic. A couple of good shots, and you're Erik the Great.

Erik the Great never made it to 16.

I, on the other hand, am alive and going strong...

simply because I have always restricted myself to slowly sipping old reliable.

And eating apple pie. Mm-hmm.

And making love like a missionary.

And sailing that yacht of yours around the Chesapeake.

I tell you, Bobby, when I'm out on that bay,

all the crap that we go through every day just to try and keep this country from going under...

washes off me, and I look back at that shore,

and my mind is clear-- crystal clear--

and I rediscover Virginia the way it used to be.

God, that sounds like Thomas Jefferson, doesn't it ?

Ah, Jake. We kicked some butt today.

You did, Bobby.

He who gets the first sound bite wins.

[ Sighs ] Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.

You've learned faster and better than anyone I've ever seen...

how to play the game around here.

I think I feel some more fatherly advice coming on.

Well, then, listen up, son.

The ritual, the maneuvering--

That's all it is. It's just a game.

And your precious sound bites, they're like a drug. They get you high.

You think you've achieved something, but in reality it's nothing but shallow,

superficial, pointless manipulation.

I wrote a lot of that speech he was gonna give, Jake.

I know.

Hey ! Hey !

Want my car to give you a lift ? No, I'll just walk. Thanks.

Don't get yourself mugged.

Tell Saxon it takes one to know one.

[ Laughs ] Call me. I will.

Mr. Bishop, we meet twice in one day.

God must be punishing me.

Hello, Amanda.

This is Jergon. Jergon, this is Bobby Bishop.

Gergon, how are ya ? It's Jergon, pal.

Of course it is.

Jergon, would you please see if our table is ready ?

I'm curious, Bishop. What'd you have on Congressman Page, hmm ?

Is he doing his legislative director ? What ?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You and I both know that that story was true.

Story ? Perhaps you could enlighten me.

Still terminally cute, I see.

No, I think the word is irresistible.

Hmph.

Watch your back, Bishop.

I'm gonna screw you twice as bad as you screwed me today.

Well, that leaves me something to look forward to, now, doesn't it ?

And stop referring to me as "Miss" on national television.

I didn't know that that bothered you... Miss.

Bobby ! Jesus ! Professor ! You scared the hell outta me.

I thought we said 10:00. Bobby, you must listen to me.

Something terrible is happening inside the government...

at the highest level.

There's an enemy within, a traitor.

- Come on, Professor. - Bobby, there's a shadow--

[ Gunshot ]

Professor ! Jesus !

Professor !

[ Clanking Metal ] [ Girl Screams ]

- Get down ! Get down ! - [ Horn Honks ]

A man's been shot !

Damn ! Oh, fuck.

[ Honking, Screeching ]

[ Honking ]

[ Bell Dings ]

- [ Bell Dings ] - [ Screaming ]

Hold the door, please, sir.

[ Woman Screaming ]

[ Groans ]

[ Creaking, Clanking ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Footsteps On Metal ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Screams ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Air Blowing ]

Don't burn it, pal.

Good night. Have a good weekend. [ Laughing ]

Have a good weekend. Yeah, what's left of it.

Leave this page. Bishop on line two for you, sir.

Okay, I gotta go. Bye.

Hey ! Your date lose the handcuff keys ? [ Laughs ]

Jake, listen to me. I've been shot at.

There's some fuck roamin' the streets tryin' to kill me.

[ Conrad ] Don't call her a fuck, Bobby.

She's probably a very nice girl.

This is not a joke. They killed Yuri Pochenko.

Where are you ? I'll come get ya.

Meet me at the Georgetown Theater. Fifteen minutes.

Make it ten.

I need a car and every man you can spare.

Whoa, whoa, Jake. Let's not make a production out of this.

The special assistant to the president says that he's been shot at.

But this administration can't afford an incident like this.

His safety is my concern, sir.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Man On Walkie-talkie, Indistinct ]

[ Walkie-talkie ] ...move it across the street.

[ Walkie-talkie ] This side, this side.

Nothing on the northeast.

Check an east-side storefront.

Stand by.

Standing by.

[ Projector Ticking ]

[ Man ] All these years you've been playing me for a sucker.

[ Continues, Indistinct ]

[ Projector Ticking ]

[ Man ] Don't lie to me.

Г§ Oye !

[ Man ] They're talkin' to Vargus now.

There he is.

[ Screams ]

- Bobby ! - [ People Screaming ]

- Jesus ! - [ Woman Screams ]

[ Car Alarm Blaring ]

[ Man ] We've got two civilians and two agents dead on the scene.

The shooter got down the back fire escape.

[ Conrad ] And Bobby ? Did anyone see if Bobby Bishop was hit ?

No, he wasn't. Thank God for that.

This country is falling apart.

Bishop is on line one. [ Ringing ]

Bobby ? Bobby, are you there ?

What the hell happened back there ? We don't know.

Are you all right ? Where are ya ? Close by.

Jake, Pochenko gets blown away after making these wild accusations...

about something going on in the government at the highest levels.

Then some zombie with a gun goes after me.

I call you, and there's someone there waitin' to take a shot at me.

Doesn't take a genius to figure out that something really fucked up is going on here !

Well, somebody set us up, Bobby. Literally, in ten minutes, they set us up !

You have to come in, Bishop. Tell us where you are. No ! Bobby,

w-what did Pochenko say exactly ?

He just said that something was going on at the highest level,

something about us watching each other.

He said there was this program that pointed to it.

W-What does that mean ? I don't have a fuckin' clue.

It's your move, Bobby.

I need some time. You wait. I'll find you.

[ Phone Beeps ]

We should call the F.B.I. and the D.C. police.

That's the president's decision.

Who did this ?

Answers, gentlemen.

He's a special assistant to the president. Goddamn it.

What are you doing to stop this ?

Mr. President, we're dealing with a highly trained killer here.

We're combing through all our people in the intelligence community.

Yes, but what puzzles me is: Why Bishop ?

Out of all our senior officials, why go after him ?

Is he involved with something ?

Bishop's integrity is not in question.

Get him off the street, and get to the bottom of this quietly.

Bobby needs more time, sir, until he can--

Until he gets himself killed.

Come on, Jake. We gotta bring him in now before this goes any farther.

I agree entirely, for Bishop's own welfare.

Sir, we're ready for you.

[ Sighs ]

I'll be at Camp David.

He trusts you like a father, Jake. He's a good kid.

Bring him in safely,

whether he wants to come in or not.

Blythe ? Yes, sir ?

No F.B.I. We'll handle this ourselves.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

Yeah ? Frank, it's Bobby. I need to talk to you.

Bobby. If this is an apology for smothering the story, don't bother.

Remember the article you ran last spring...

on the theory of a shadow government inside the White House ?

I need to talk to your sources.

Bobby, you said that article was absurd. Why do you need my sources ?

For starters, I don't think it's a theory.

Four or five people are already dead.

Now I've got some lunatic chasin' me with a gun. How's that ?

Why ? [ Phone Clatters ]

- I need those sources, Frank. - I smell an exclusive, Bobby.

-How long do you need ? -I need, uh, two or three hours.

I gotta get to my office.

Meet me at the News Cafe, 5:00 a.m. It's right across from my office.

Okay. [ Phone Beeps ]

The line Bishop just called is dialing out.

Trace it, and keep tabs on Bishop's line.

[ Thunder Rumbling, Thunderclap ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Ringing Continues ]

[ Phone Clattering ]

Listen, Jergon. No means no. Yeah !

Hey, hey, hey. No, it's Frank.

[ Gasps ]

Oh. Hi, boss. Sorry.

Listen, Amanda, that conspiracy piece you wrote last spring.

I need you to contact your sources tonight.

Bobby Bishop says he can confirm that story.

He what ? Meet me at my office.

- Now ! - All right.

Ah, here it is.

"Givens, Amanda.

1258 36th Street, Northwest."

Hey, man. Give me a dollar. Thank you !

[ Radio Static, Police Radio, Indistinct ]

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

Professor !

Mrs. Olson !

Professor Pochenko ?

[ Woman ] Earlier tonight, area residents were shaken...

by the sound of gunfire in Georgetown.

One man is reported dead and several are said to be wounded.

The names of the victims have not been released.

Police have blamed the shootout in front of the Georgetown Theater on rival gang wars.

[ Man ] And now in other news, fifth graders at a school...

in Greenfield, Massachusetts, are angry--

Rival gang wars, my ass.

Eleven-year-old-- [ Continues, Indistinct ]

[ Waitress ] Bad night, huh ?

The worst.

Thanks.

[ Bell Tolling ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Keyboard Keys Clattering ]

Old Buzz hung over again, is he ?

[ Keys Tapping ]

[ Woman On TV ] Good morning. It's two minutes after the hour.

And this is the Sunday morning news roundup.

I'm Bella Chambers, and these are the headlines today.

In Washington, the president greeted members of the--

Amanda ? Ooh, bad date, huh ?

Hear you got a hot story for me.

You wrote the article ? Yeah.

Yeah, I got a story for ya, if your sources are good.

[ Sighs ] Frank's office is this way.

[ Snickers ] Hey, Frank.

Frank ! Frank ? Come on, Frank. Wake up, will ya ?

Come on. Come on !

Oh, Jesus. Sir, we need some help here.

No, no, no, no ! [ Gunshot ]

Go ! Go !

[ Screams ] This way !

[ Door Slams Shut ]

What just happened ? Who were your sources ?

Bobby ! What just happened ? Was it Pochenko ?

I'm not telling you my sources until you tell me what just happened.

Pochenko is dead.

The same guy that just tried to kill us shot him in the head.

He died in my fuckin' arms last night.

Jesus. Pochenko tried to tell me some wild story...

about a traitor in the government.

He started to say somethin'--

something about shadow.

You gotta talk to me, Amanda.

Yeah, it was Pochenko and a study group.

They have this database that correlates everything that our public officials do.

If there's any evidence of bribery or misuse of government funds...

or interagency misconduct, stuff like that, then...

this program will find it.

- And they call it "shadow" ? - I don't know.

[ Siren Wailing ]

After Frank's phone call, I tried to get in touch with him,

even drove out to the retreat.

Nobody was there. It was weird.

Place wiped clean. Hard drives gone from the computers.

Check this out. I call the White House to make arrangements to go in.

Someone's there waitin' to put a bullet in my ass.

Then I call Frank at home. I figured that--

Ah, son of a bitch.

They're monitoring my calls.

D.C. police are saying that so far...

the associate editor's death looks to be an apparent homicide.

More details as they develop. Thank you, Steve.

Ridell's computer was wiped clean.

Metro police tell me there were no cordite traces on his hands.

Set for your install. Thanks.

Mr. Grasso, what is taking you so long ?

It's Sunday morning. We're not exactly installing a Xerox machine here.

Precisely because it is Sunday morning,

you should be able to get things done more quickly.

N.S.A. isn't the same without you, Jake. [ Chuckles ]

Isn't this kind of thing a little down and dirty for the White House chief of staff ?

Bobby Bishop is my personal responsibility.

Never thought we'd be usin' our mobile system to track down the great Bobby Bishop.

All right. Here's the deal.

We fed this baby every contact Bishop has in the three-state area.

If Bishop calls any one of these people from any phone,

this computer will identify his voice instantaneously.

Likewise, if they call him. It's kind of like putting a tap on 1,500 people all at one time.

It's amazing, amazing shit.

I know. I designed it.

And I'll sing "Yankee Doodle Dandy," Mr. Grasso.

Doesn't he remind you of James Cagney ?

Sir, you need to take a look at this. D.C. police just got us this tape.

Bishop entered with an unidentified woman three minutes before Ridell was killed.

They're looking for him for questioning. I've got a detective on the line now.

Well, tell him "whereabouts unknown."

[ Sighs ] Wake up, Mr. Blythe.

[ Beeping ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

All right, take the front. Got it.

Hey, the passenger side. Let's go. Clear.

[ Man On Walkie-talkie ] We've secured the Herald van at Canal and Potomac.

It's clean. No suspects. Request transport to base.

[ Man On Walkie-talkie ] I'm searching the subject's vehicle.

Who are you ?

Findings negative. I think it'd make a really nice bouquet for you, you know ?

Excuse me. I'd like to ask you a few questions, please.

Sure thing. You live in the neighborhood ?

Uh, yeah. We're trying to locate a neighbor of yours.

A Robert Bishop. Did you happen to see him ?

[ Chattering ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Phone Beeps ] Yeah ?

Take a walk. 14th Street bridge underpass. I'll be there in ten minutes.

The president wants me to get you to come home.

I'll see you at the underpass.

[ Bell Dinging ]

Bobby ?

Hey, Jake !

I don't know what you've gotten yourself into, but the D.C. police have you there...

when Ridell was murdered.

If they ever find out that you were also there with Yuri Pochenko,

I mean, circumstantially you're-- I don't know.

Pochenko tried to warn me about somethin' goin' on at the White House.

Maybe he picked something up outta one of our computers. I don't fuckin' know.

If the problem is on the inside, what are you doing on the outside running around ?

Come on, Bobby !

The only thing you can get out here is arrested or killed.

I'm not comin' in. Not 'til we dig this bastard out. You gonna help me or not ?

Yeah, of course, I'm gonna help-- You're making it very hard.

[ Helicopter Whirring ]

- Give me a secure line. - Uh, five, six, nine--

Uh, five, six, eight, three. I'll be in touch.

Eight, three ! I promise.

[ Whirring Continues ]

[ Walkie-talkie, Indistinct ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Panting ]

It's not good. It's not good at all.

Somebody's trying to implicate me.

I wrote down everything I can remember about Pochenko's study group.

And I came up with something.

He used to work at his girlfriend's apartment sometimes.

Remember her ? Tamara ? Yeah, of course.

He always said that he did his best thinking there.

You remember where it is ? Over on Calvert Street.

Well, we'd better get there before they do.

You all right ?

They're gonna come for us again, aren't they ?

Wherever we are. You want the truth ?

No, lie to me. You were always so much better at that.

[ Beeping ]

[ Man ] All right, let's continue with the east coast--

Hey, sir, you better take a look at this.

How do you fit into all of this, Miss Yarshov ?

She's Yuri Pochenko's significant other.

[ Phone Ringing ]

Still no answer at Tamara's. [ Phone Beeps ]

Sit still.

There's a trick to it.

Thanks.

If you see anything that looks suspicious,

anyone that could be a killer, honk the horn twice.

What's a killer look like ?

Use your instincts.

[ Chattering ]

[ Water Dripping ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Machinery Whirring ]

Are you looking for me, please ? I am Tamara Yarshov.

May I help you, please ?

[ Moaning, Bones Crunching ]

[ Baby Crying ]

[ Man ] Doing great. Turn right here. Okay.

Watch the side.

Hey ! Hey ! What the hell is this ?

[ Metal Clanking ]

Start the car !

Start the car !

Drive ! Drive !

Aah ! Jesus !

Drive !

[ Horns Honking ]

Bobby ? God !

- [ Screams ] - [ Knife Clatters ]

Bobby !

[ Groans ] [ Tires Screeching, Horn Honking ]

[ Glass Shattering ] Good driving, Miss Givens.

You found something.

Yeah. I found Tamara dead.

And a list of names that Pochenko was investigating.

[ Man ] Grasso, the police reports are starting to come in.

Hey, sir, you better take a look at this.

It's a homicide over on Calvert Street.

The deceased is that Tamara Yarshov.

Description fits Bishop.

Witness saw him drive off with somebody in a Jeep.

The police get the plates ?

[ Beeping ]

That's a "negatory." Just got a partial plate number.

Enough to start a trace.

I'll tell you, Bishop's turning into a death train.

Everywhere he stops, people die.

Keep your brilliant metaphors to yourself, will ya, Charlie ?

And negatory is not an English word.

[ Woman ] Okay, we're-- [ Man, Indistinct ]

All right, let's get started. [ Man ] Roger. That's 61--

We got the make and model on a partial plate.

I want a cross reference of all of Bishop's associates who have similar vehicles.

[ Chattering ]

You want chicken ? Yeah.

[ Sighs ] Seems like old times, huh ?

[ Chuckles ] You never took me anywhere this nice.

How does it feel ?

How does it look ? Pretty bad.

[ Siren Wailing ]

Secretary Murphy ? [ Siren Continues ]

General Blackburn ?

Chairman Cutler ? This is insane.

What do these names have in common ?

You don't think one of these could be a traitor ?

Always keep a file.

What ? That's something Conrad taught me.

I got files on all these guys.

Oh. Let me guess where.

Yeah.

Call Conrad. Have him do it.

No.

Whoever's behind all this is probably monitoring the entire White House.

Call Jake, he could be the next victim.

and Bobby has been placed at the scene of this one too.

D.C. police have an all-points bulletin out for him.

What about someone trying to discredit him ? Frame him ?

Mr. President, I've called the C.I.A., N.S.A.

Give me something, people.

They've got nothing for us.

Yes, but we can't rule out the possibility that Bishop's been turned...

by one of our enemies.

We should not rule anything out.

Jake, what do you think ?

I think we have to get him in here, sir. Then we'll find out what's going on.

All right. Good night. Good night, sir.

It's funny how 24 hours in this town can put you on the other side of the fence.

If they're smart, they've kept their search internal.

That's how Jake would do it.

If not, they're following Saxon's lead, the guards will be lookin' for us.

If we make it past the guards, once we get inside,

they will enter my name on the in-house computer.

If that system's being monitored, we could have as little as five minutes.

Amanda, you-- You can bail out, if you want to.

No. You need me, don't you ?

I'd give us about a fifty-fifty chance.

You never could say it.

Let's cut the chitchat, all right ?

I.D., please.

Mr. Bishop. Amanda Givens, Washington Herald, B-5.

[ Beeping ] Okay.

Remember, you gotta see what happens after they enter my name, okay ?

Okay. If the screen starts flashing, get outta there.

May I help you, ma'am ?

Yeah, hi, uh, Robert Bishop wanted to see me right away.

He said that maybe you could find him for me. Is that possible ?

May I see some I.D., please ? Oh.

I'll see where the system has him.

[ Keyboard Keys Clicking ]

Oh ! I'm so sorry.

That's quite all right. I do this a hundred times a day.

It's quite all right.

Bishop hasn't been logged in on my watch.

Okay, then, uh, I'll wait.

Thanks.

[ Phone Ringing ] Yes, sir ?

[ Guard ] Mm-hmm. [ Phone Clatters ]

[ Door Opens ]

Hiya, George. How are ya ?

Okay, uh, what happened to you ? Catch another elbow ? Two elbows, George.

You have a visitor. There you are.

I've been lookin' all over for ya.

How's the wife ? Doin' fine, Mr. Bishop. Thanks.

Good. Glad to hear it.

Be sure to send her my best, would you ? Will do. [ Alarm Beeps ]

I'm sorry. [ Chuckles ]

Should I just leave this here ? Yes, please.

Come on, Miss Givens. We don't have all day.

How'd the O's do, Mike ? Not so well, Mr. Bishop.

[ Bell Dings ]

Make sure the senator knows. Anything else ?

Have Maggie check this over for typos. Yes, sir.

Have Richard look over this page before we send it out.

Yes, sir. Very good. I talked to Congressman Myers--

[ Footsteps Departing ]

[ Woman ] We're negative on EDM-13. Look for 14.

[ Man ] Check.

[ Man ] We're gonna want to defrag that 20-gig drive.

[ Man ] We have the accurate code.

I got ya, baby. Amanda Givens, 181142.

Got your ass. You're mine now.

[ Computer ] Chief of Staff Conrad,

you've forgotten your password again, haven't you ? No shit.

Have your assistant call N.S.C. security.

Save your data. End query. Terminating in two minutes.

- How ya gonna get in ? - Conrad once showed me a back door into this database.

He changed the password every week, and he would tend to forget it himself.

If I could just remember it.

Bingo.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

[ Handle Jiggles ]

Okay, Attorney General Toyanbee,

let's see what they've got on you.

Look at this.

Classified. It's active classified.

Try Oliver Murphy.

- It's the same. - Lawrence Blackburn.

Lawrence Blackburn. Shit !

Hey, Jake, did you log on to the N.S.C. secure database ?

I'm here, Mr. Grasso, I'm here with you.

How could I possibly log on to whatever it is you're talking about ?

Well, somebody did, and they're usin' your name.

Check it out. Doesn't look good to me.

I'm gonna try one more name.

What is this ?

Transfer list. Transfer to what ?

There's a separate directory just for me.

Damn ! Call Conrad-- 5683.

[ Phone Beeping ]

[ Phone Rings ]

Here's some updated coordinates on the satellite tracker.

[ Ringing Continues ]

[ Rings ]

5683. Jake.

Bobby, I've been ordered to bring you in. Where are you ?

Get this, three of our top cabinet officials have active files...

in the classified N.S.C. database.

Active files ? What's that mean-- active ?

- Why am I under surveillance ? - You're not under surveillance.

It's in your goddamn computer, Jake !

Bobby, you're not under surveillance.

It's in the goddamn N.S.C. database. Somebody's got to know about this.

Well, I for sure don't, for Christ sake.

How can I know anything about it ? I can't even remember my-- What's it called ?

I-I'm a computer illiterate. [ Phone Drops ]

[ Dial Tone Humming ]

[ Dial Tone Humming ]

- Jake, he's in the building ! - Go get him.

We gotta move. Come on.

Come on.

[ Man ] Who's available ? Let's get 'em out there !

Activate the silent alarm.

Shit ! Silent alarm.

This guy's a piece of work, huh ?

He's a very bright young man.

[ Clock Chiming ]

[ Clanking ]

[ Walkie-talkie ] Base operations.

[ Footsteps ]

[ Walkie-talkie ] Three-seven, switch to a secure frequency.

[ Helicopter Whirring ]

[ Walkie-talkie ] Afax-1, this is com base.

[ Walkie-talkie ] Roger, com base.

Halt ! Stay where you are, or we will fire !

Halt ! [ Gunshot ]

[ Walkie-talkie ] Com base, they're on the roof !

Have access. Rooftop elevator.

We're goin' down. Come on ! Follow me !

[ Pounding On Door ]

[ Bishop ] Careful. It's slippery.

Go through the skylight, Rawlings. Open the door.

[ Pounding ]

Bobby !

It's not movin'.

For God's sake, son !

Come on.

It's all right.

- They're down there somewhere. - Bring the elevator up. We'll flush 'em out.

[ Machinery Whirring ]

- See 'em ? - No !

I'm bringin' it back up !

Come on.

Come on !

Get in. Don't make me tell you again.

I said get in !

- Move it ! - Get your hands off me, asshole.

Where's Bishop ? Come on !

You're such a big boy, find him yourself.

Where is he ?

- [ Slap ] - I said where is he ?

Get out !

[ Gunshots Continue ]

Bobby !

Don't touch the cable.

Bobby ! Here. Amanda !

Hah, come on !

[ Alarm Buzzing ]

[ Buzzing Continues ]

[ Man On Walkie-talkie, Indistinct ] Aah !

[ Walkie-talkie ] Contact-4, stay with them.

Pull back ! Grab him !

Come on.

[ Siren Wailing ]

Damn it ! Son of a bitch !

Him and his nice wife...

and that lovely home in the rolling hills of old Virginia.

It was him all along. I believed in that bastard.

He had Pochenko killed.

Well, we know Conrad's in charge of this shadow program.

Now we got to find out what they're up to.

If you pour water in the hole, the rat'll come out.

This rat swims.

D.C. police are puttin' out an all-points bulletin...

for Bishop and Amanda Givens for questioning in these homicides.

Grasso, I want you to feed Amanda Givens' automobile specs...

into the keyhole satellite. Now !

To find a car ?

Jesus, I'd have to pull satellites off of operations in Cuba.

Maybe even the Middle East. We'd have to get a written authorization from--

From me, from me ! I am authorizing it !

I'll write it down for ya. Now, do it. Now !

You've got company.

I can get us in through the back alley.

What's up ?

Apartment's clear. Let's get out of here.

Call in. Base, we're movin' on.

I've got some infrared film and a long lens.

Over here.

[ Woman ] Sir, we're resolving grid A-4.

Lock. [ Grasso ] The license matches.

It's Amanda Givens. Jake !

Where is it ?

On the street, two blocks from her apartment.

Blythe, move your men on this now.

Oh, good. I'm starving.

You got any friends in the building ? Yeah, a few.

Any that'll lend you a car ?

I'm not sure I would call it a car.

[ Walkie-talkie ] Unit three, we should be two blocks from your location.

Hold it down.

[ Bells Tolling ]

8273.

[ Phone Rings ]

Conrad.

Yes, uh, Mr. Conrad, I'm sure you know who this is.

No, I don't. Am I supposed to guess ?

Well, we almost met on the White House roof earlier this evening.

I'm writing a story based on a theory by Professor Yuri Pochenko and his associates.

[ Conrad ] On government dishonesty ?

I'm sorry. Did I say theory ?

I meant fact, Mr. Conrad, based on what I witnessed this evening.

I thought maybe you would like to comment before it hits the presses.

Traditionally it's been my policy not to comment to the press,

because it is my conviction that the press prints to sell.

It doesn't print to inform; it doesn't print the truth.

I have a rather good source, Mr. Conrad.

His name is Bobby Bishop. You do know Bobby Bishop, don't you, sir ?

Yes, of course I know Bobby Bishop.

And I will stand by him.

[ Beeping ]

We didn't get it.

Did he bite ?

I don't know. He did a lot of dancing.

Leave me alone, will you, please ? Yes.

Let's get some fresh air, shall we ?

It's Conrad.

Mr. Blythe. Yeah ?

These people lent them their van.

It usually clears my head being down here.

How's your back ?

I'm having a disc reconstructed.

The goddamn thing has ruined my golf swing.

I'm sorry about that.

You're late.

I'm not used to driving myself.

Well, Jake. [ Conrad ] I think--

You said to me two hours ago that Bishop was no problem to us.

No. I said he was not yet aware of our scenario.

But now with that-- what did you call her-- pain-in-the-ass Givens...

I-I think we should rethink; perhaps we should wait...

and regroup. He who hesitates is lost.

[ Conrad ] I can't believe you said that.

[ Saxon ] Those are exactly the words you used when we discussed this the first time.

We've run out of time, Jake.

The target returns from Camp David at 7:00.

The future of the country is in our hands.

We may never have another opportunity like this again, never !

Like the poor cat in the adage.

The cat wanted to grab the fish, but didn't want to get its paws wet.

Today...

at noon as planned...

we assassinate-- [ Splash ]

What was that ?

You spooking out on us, Jake ?

[ Sighs ]

[ Rapid Gunfire ]

Welcome back, sir. Jake.

You got some sun. Thanks, Jake.

We have to go-- [ Clears Throat ]

go over the Bobby Bishop problem and your children's fund-raiser speech.

[ Beep ]

[ Amanda ] If you call the White House,

they'll trace it and be on to us in seconds.

If I can talk to him directly, that won't matter.

[ Rings ]

[ Rings ] Saxon.

Hello ?

Who is this ?

[ Rings ]

[ Rings ]

[ Grasso ] We got the license plate number from the neighbors who lent them their van.

We have the keyhole satellite trackin' the van...

as well as the ground tracker.

I guarantee we'll have their asses within the hour.

God, Bobby, what're we gonna do ?

If I can get to Conrad, there's a chance I can stop him...

if he thinks we have a tape of the conversation.

Which, of course, we don't have.

But Conrad doesn't know that.

[ Woman ] Sir, we have another van.

Go with the license plates.

[ Man ] Okay. Sending... more.

Tighter, tighter. Good, and lock.

That's it ! That's our mouse. That's our freakin' mouse ! We got 'im. We got Bishop !

- Where is he ? - They just parked on Connecticut at P Street.

Attention all units, Connecticut and P !

I could go to Adams Hall.

If you don't find Conrad, I could try and hold up the speech or something.

How ? I don't know.

I'm sure you'll think of something.

All right.

Hey, Amanda.

You were right. I do need you.

Be careful.

[ Man ] Okay, 86 is moving out of range. Are you getting it too ?

Come on. I got ya.

Yeah, those look good.

Give me a hat, will ya ? Sure thing, my man.

Thanks.

Keep it. Thanks.

[ Grasso ] Stay on him.

Come on.

Come on ! We're right on his ass ! Stay on him.

Where the hell is he ? I just had him.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

Let's move, people.

[ Man ] Unit 14 in position. Unit 22, we have southeast corner locked.

D.C. patrol blocking corner of Connecticut--

They're waiting for you, sir.

- Feeling all right ? - Fine. Everything's just fine.

I'll be there in a minute.

Hey, hey !

Drive ! Okay. Where to ?

Adams Hall. Hurry !

Goddamn it !

Jesus Christ !

Aah ! Uuh !

- You payin' for that window. - Can't you drive any faster ?

You want me to get a ticket too ?

What're you doin' ? This ain't Adams Hall !

Uh-uh. Friends like you got, you takin' the train, motherfucker.

[ Tires Screech ] Get out of my damn cab !

[ Screeching, Honking ]

Look out.

Out of the way !

What's your problem ?

- [ Motorcycle Engine Idling ] - [ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Train Horn Blowing ]

[ Train Horn Blowing ]

[ Screams ]

[ Sirens Blaring ]

[ Sirens Continue ]

Mr. Conrad.

[ Man ] Testing, testing-- 1, 2, 3, 4.

Testing-- 1, 2, 3, 4.

Testing, testing-- 1, 2, 3.

Testing-- 1, 2, 3, 4.

[ Alarm Beeps ]

Here you go. Is this his ? Mm-hmm.

What happened ?

I didn't make it to Conrad.

Oh, God. He just went in minutes ago.

I gotta get inside. I've got an idea.

Good luck, Bishop.

Amanda, wait !

Shit !

[ Woman ] Make sure you get a good shot of him.

[ Woman ] Yeah, I'll let him know.

What ? Hey, wait ! [ Alarm ]

Bring her down ! Bring her down !

[ Amanda ] He's my father-- The president !

He's my real father !

[ Clapping ]

Call it off.

I can't. It's too late. It's out of my hands.

Stay out of it, Bobby. You'll get yourself killed.

What'd you do it for ? What was in it for you ?

Not for me, for Christ's sakes. Not for me !

For this country; for everybody in it--

for you, for that stupid journalist friend of yours.

Bullshit ! Saxon's a patsy.

You're gonna be running the country, right ?

- Somebody has to run it, that's for sure. - Somebody is, the president.

- He's a madman, Bobby. - There are still a few people that voted for him, remember ?

Because they fell for your fucking sound bites !

** [ "Hail To The Chief" ]

And you said that I'd never believe in anything enough to go down for it.

- You were wrong. - Bobby.

- You were wrong ! - Bobby. Bobby !

Oh, God !

** [ Continues ] [ Clapping ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Rapid Gunfire ] [ Screaming ]

Down ! Get down !

Aaah !

Get down. Get down !

Go on ! Go on !

Thanks, Bobby. You all right ?

[ Woman Screaming ] Mr. President, you have no--

Look out !

[ Gunshots ]

[ Gunshot ]

Let's get him out of here. Come on.

Come on. Let's get him out of here.

Move it. Come on. Move.

Move, everybody !

Inside source tells me Bobby Bishop turned down chief of staff...

to head the president's new jobs program. Really ?

Yep. The source reliable ?

Hmm. We'll see.

Come on. I'll buy you a Popsicle.

[ Ball Bouncing ]

Is the star reporter offering a bribe to one of her best sources ?

[ Laughs ] You know something, Bishop,

I may just be starting to like you.

Again ?