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- Mr Pochenko, go ahead.
- Bobby, I must see you.

Hey, Professor, what's up?
Don't tell me your conspiracy nuts

finally figured out who killed JFK?

Bobby, you were never disrespectful
as my student.

I must see you immediately.

I'll have Janet schedule a dinner.

This is not back burner, Bobby.

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

If you've got a problem, tell me now.

It's not something to discuss
on an unsecure phone.

I'll be home by ten.
Come by then and we'll talk.

I'll be there.

I wish we had more proof.

These names, surveillance data...
They're just fragments.

- You just have to convince Bishop.
- If he knows where to look.

God! I'm terrified.

Very good, Neil. Keep searching.

Free shot, here we go.

Nice shot!

You, Bobby! It's all you.

Time out, gentlemen.

Bishop.

Don't tell me.
All right, I'm on my way.

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

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

- Fuckin' Bobby Bishop!
- See you guys next Saturday.

Thanks, guys.

Sorry to bust up your day with this.

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

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

You've seen his draft
of Monday's speech.

A little more than we expected.

"A little more"
is hardly the expression.

The papers are gonna kill us.

Everybody's inside. Let's go.

Hello, everyone. Mr Vice President.

- Alan.
- Bobby.

Robert.

He's been up there all day
working on that speech.

He wants change, big change.

It's radical, too far-reaching.
It'll scare the financial markets.

- He'll freeze government contracts.
- Massive defence cuts.

We're talking about
millions out of work.

What will it do to the Stock Exchange?

He's created an agenda for disaster.

- It's too much to handle all at once.
- Not to mention a PR nightmare.

He's not listening to anybody.

It's as though
he were suddenly unaccountable.

He refuses to see that change like
this has to be made step by step.

We'll be eaten alive before
we can get the public to accept it.

- A draft was leaked to the "Herald".
- Who's writing the story?

- Amanda Givens.
- The perennial pain in the ass!

Certainly a persistent
thorn in our sides.

- Where is he now?
- He asked not to be disturbed.

I think I'd better go disturb him.

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

Screw them!

These gutless bureaucrats!

They think this'll bury the party.
Do you agree?

It is pretty risky.
It could send the markets tumbling.

You don't know that.

It could be, but even if
they drop, it'll only be temporary.

In the long run
they'll be twice as strong.

In my first term,
I didn't rock the boat.

I'm not gonna wait any longer.

You'll have a hell of a time
getting it through Congress.

I only have four years left.

If Congress doesn't like it,
there'll be a fight.

If I fail, I fail trying.

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

You're more daring when you're
14 points behind in the campaign

and half a bottle of Scotch
under your belt.

The story's been leaked to the "Herald".

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.

How long do you want me
to delay this speech?

Just a couple of days, sir.

All right.

Good. I'll let them know.

- Well?
- He's agreed to reconsider, for now.

Can you kill the story?

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

- Sir, we do have two hours.
- That's not enough time.

It is for me, unless you keep me here.

He'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
Powers calling for Amanda Givens.

- 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
appointments with senators?

Amanda Givens is out of the office,
interviewing Congressman Page.

She's got Page. Fucking snake!

Grab his file, please.

Tell Miss Givens
we are extremely disappointed.

I can smell it from here.

Call a conference at 6.45. I want
all the national correspondents.

6.45's way too close.
The "Herald" runs at 8.00.

Make sure Amanda Givens is there.

All right, I'm going.

- Congressman Page's office.
- This is Dr Shmenki.

It is imperative that I talk to him.

- He's in committee, room 13-12.
- Danke.

Robert Bishop's office.

Bobby Bishop, please.
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.

Congressman Page.
What a coincidence!

Coincidence?

I sincerely doubt that, Mr Bishop.

Monday's speech?

I don't know quite what you're
talking about, Mr Bishop. No idea.

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

I'm submitting on Monday.

It's in your district. Another coincidence.

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, 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.

We've heard rumours that the President
is planning radical change.

Rumours?

The President will present
his agenda when he's ready.

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

Excuse me. Excuse me!

The "Herald" has it from a reliable source

that the President plans a freeze
on all government contracts.

Excuse me, Miss. That is another
rumour 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 rumour?

I would be very happy to address
and...terminate it.

Thank you, Bobby.

I have just come from
the President of the United States.

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 Calvert.

- Yes, Senator Jones.
- Good evening.

- You have our support.
- Excellent.

Hello, Oscar and Bertha.
Always a pleasure.

Boy, you're some kind of big shot.

I could have sworn it was just last week
you were stuffing envelopes.

It was last week.

You gotta try some of this vodka
the Finns sent us. It's fantastic.

A couple of shots
and you're Erik the Great!

Erik never made it to 60.

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

simply because I have always
restricted myself to slowly sipping.

And eating apple pie.

And making love like a missionary?

And sailing around the Chesapeake.

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

all the crap we go through to keep this
country from going under washes off me,

and I look back at that shore
and my mind is crystal clear.

I rediscover Virginia
the way it used to be.

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

Jake, we kicked some butt today.

- You did, Bobby.
- He who gets the first soundbite wins!

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby!

You've learned faster
than anyone I've ever seen

how to play the game here.

I think I feel
some more fatherly advice coming on.

Listen up, son.

The ritual, the manoeuvring,
that's all it is. It's just a game.

Your precious soundbites,
they're a drug.

You think you've achieved something,
but it's nothing but manipulation.

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

I know.

Hey!

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

You'll get yourself mugged.

Tell Saxon it takes one to know one.

- Call me.
- I will.

Mr Bishop. We meet twice in one day.

God must be punishing me.

Hello.

This is Jergon.
Jergon, this is Bobby Bishop.

- Gorgon, how are you?
- It's Jergon, pal.

Of course it is.

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

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

Is he doing his legislative director
or 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.

I think the word is "irresistible".

Watch your back, Bishop.

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

That leaves me something
to look forward to, doesn't it?

And stop referring to me
as Miss on television.

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

- Bobby!
- Jesus, you scared the hell out of me.

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...

Get down! Get down!

A man's been shot.

Hold the door, sir.

Don't burn it, pal!

- Good night, have a good weekend.
- Yeah, what's left of it.

- Leave this.
- Bishop on line two.

OK, I gotta go. Bye.

Did your date lose the handcuff keys?

Jake, listen. I've been shot at.
Some fuck's trying to kill me.

Don't call her a fuck, Bobby.
She's probably a very nice girl.

This is not a joke.
They killed Yuri Pochenko.

- I'll come and get you.
- The Georgetown Theatre.

- 15 minutes.
- Make it 10.

I need a car
and every man you can spare.

Jake, let's not make a production
out of this.

A Special Assistant to the President
says that he's been shot at.

But this administration
can't afford an incident.

His safety is my concern, sir.

..you've been playing me for a sucker.

Faking evidence...

Are you carrying a bug for him?
Don't lie to me!

There he is.

Bobby!

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

- The shooter got down the fire escape.
- Did anyone see if Bobby was hit?

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

This country is falling apart.

Bishop is on line one.

Bobby?

- Are you there?
- What the hell happened?

We don't know. Where are you?

Close by. Jake,
Pochenko gets blown away

after making accusations about
something going on in the government.

Then some zombie with a gun
goes after me.

I call you
and someone's there, waiting for me.

Something really fucked up
is going on here!

Somebody set us up, Bobby.
In ten minutes, they set us up!

- You have to come in, Bishop.
- No! Bobby, what did Pochenko say?

Something's going on
at the highest level.

Something about us watching each other.

He said there was a programme
that pointed to it.

But what does that mean?

I don't have a fucking clue.

It's your move, Bobby.

I need some time.

You wait. I'll find you.

We should call the FBI
and the DC 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.

We're combing
the intelligence community.

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.

Jake, we've got to bring him in now.

I agree. For Bishop's own welfare.

Sir, we're ready for you.

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 FBI.

We'll handle this ourselves.

- 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 that article you ran
on the theory of a shadow government?

I need to talk to your sources.

Bobby, you said that article was absurd.

Why do you need my sources?

I don't think it's a theory.
Four or five people are already dead.

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

- I need those sources.
- It's not an exclusive.

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

I gotta get to my office.

Meet me at the News Café, 5 a.m.
Right across from the office.

OK.

The line he called, it's dialling out.

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

Listen, Jergon.

No means no.

Hey, no, it's Frank.

Oh. Hi, boss. Sorry.

That conspiracy piece you wrote, 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.

Here it is.

Givens...Amanda.

1258 36th Street, North West.

Gimme a dollar!

Professor?

Mrs Olson!

Professor Pochenko?

Residents were shaken
by the sound of gunfire in Georgetown.

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

The victims' names
have not been released.

Police have blamed the shoot-out
on rival gang wars.

And now other news. Fifth graders
at a school in Greenfield...

Rival gang wars, my ass!

Bad night, huh?

Worse.

Thanks.

Old Buzz hung over again, is he?

It's two minutes after the hour.
This is the Sunday morning news.

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

In Washington, the President...

Amanda.

Bad date, huh?
I hear you got a hot story for me.

- You wrote the article?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I got a story for you.

If your sources are good.

Frank's office is this way.

Hey, Frank. Frank!

- Frank!
- Come on, Frank, wake up, will you?

Come on.

Come on!

- Sir, we need some help here.
- No, no!

Go!

This way!

What just happened?

Who are your sources?

- What just happened?
- Was it Pochenko?

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

Pochenko is dead. The guy that 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 something.
Something about "shadow".

You gotta talk to me, Amanda.

Yeah, it was Pochenko
and his study group.

They have this database

that correlates everything
public officials do.

if there's any evidence of bribery
or misuse of government funds,

or inter-agency misconduct,
then this programme will find it.

And they call it Shadow?

I don't know.

After Frank's call, I tried to get in touch.
Even drove out to the retreat.

Nobody was there. Place wiped clean.
Hard drives gone from the computers.

I called the White House
to arrange to go in.

Someone was waiting
to put a bullet in my ass.

Then I called Frank at home.
I figured that...

Son of a bitch!

They're monitoring my calls.

DC police are saying the associate
editor's death looks to be a homicide.

More details as they develop.

Ridell's computer was wiped clean.

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

Mr Grasso, what is taking you so long?

It's Sunday,
and we're not exactly installing a Xerox.

Precisely because it is a Sunday,

you should be able to get it done quickly.

NSA isn't the same without you, Jake.

Isn't this a little down and dirty
for a Chief of Staff?

Bishop is my personal responsibility.

Never thought we'd be using our system
to track the great Bobby Bishop.

All right, here's the deal.

We fed this baby every contact
Bishop has in a Three State area.

If he calls any one of them
from any phone,

this will identify his voice instantaneously.
Or if they call him.

It's like putting a tap on 1,500 people
all at one time.

It's amazing shit.
I know - I designed it.

Now sing Yankee Doodle Dandy!

- Doesn't he remind you of James Cagney?
- Sir, look at this.

DC police just got us this tape.

Bishop entered with a woman
three minutes before Ridell was killed.

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

Tell him whereabouts unknown.

Wake up, Mr Blythe.

I am searching the subject's vehicle...

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

- Do you live in the neighbourhood?
- Yeah.

We're trying to locate a neighbour
of yours, a Robert Bishop.

- Yeah.
- Take a walk.

14th Street bridge underpass.
Ten minutes.

The President wants me
to get you to come home.

I'll see you at the underpass.

Bobby?

Hey, Jake!

I don't know what you've gotten into,

but the police have you there
when Ridell was murdered.

If they find out
you were there with Pochenko...

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

He warned me
about something at the White House.

Maybe he picked something up
out of one of our computers.

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

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

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

Of course I'm gonna help.
You're making it very hard.

- Give me a secure line.
- 569... 5683.

I'll be in touch. I promise.

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

Somebody's trying to implicate me.

I wrote down everything I remembered
about Pochenko.

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

- Remember her? Tamara?
- Of course.

He said he did his best thinking there.

Remember where it is?

Over on Calvert Street.

I'd better get there before they do.

Are 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.

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

How do you fit into this, Ms Rashov?

She's Yuri Pochenko's significant other.

Still no answer at Tamara's.

Sit still. There's a trick to it.

Thanks.

If someone looks suspicious,

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

What does a killer look like?

Use your instincts.

Are you looking for me, please? I am
Tamara Rashov. May I help you, please?

What the hell is this?

Start the car. Start the car!

Drive!

Oh, Jesus!

Drive!

Bobby!

Bobby!

- Good driving, Miss Givens.
- You found something?

Yeah. I found Tamara dead,

and a list of names
that Pochenko was investigating.

Grasso, the police reports
are starting to come in.

Sir, take a look at this.
A homicide on Calvert Street.

The deceased is Tamara Rashov.

Description fits Bishop.
Witness saw him drive off with somebody.

Did the police get the plates?

Negatory. Just got a partial
plate number. Enough to start a trace.

Bishop's turning into a death train.
Everywhere he stops, people die.

Keep your brilliant metaphors
to yourself, will you?

And "negatory" is not an English word.

All right, let's get started. We got
the make and model and a partial plate.

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

Seems like old times, huh?

You never took me anywhere this nice!

- How does it feel?
- How does it look?

Pretty bad.

Secretary Murphy. 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?

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 is behind all this is probably
monitoring the entire White House.

If I call Jake,
he could be the next victim.

Sir, there's been another murder.

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

DC police
have an all-points bulletin out for him.

What about someone
trying to discredit him? Frame him?

Mr President, I've called the CIA, NSA.

Give me something, people.

- They've got nothing.
- 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?

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 can put you
on the other side of the fence.

If they're smart, they've kept
their search internal. Jake would do that.

If they're following Saxon's lead,
the guards will be looking for us.

Now, 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 can bale out if you want to.

No, you need me.

Don't you?

I'd give this about a 50/50 chance.

You never could say it.

Let's cut the chit-chat, all right?

- ID, please.
- Amanda Givens, "Washington Herald".

OK.

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

If the screen starts flashing, get out.

- May I help you, ma'am?
- Robert Bishop wanted to see me.

He said that you could find him for me.

May I see some ID, please?

I'll see where the system has him.

Oh! I'm so sorry.

I do this a hundred times a day.

- He hasn't been logged in on my watch.
- OK, then, I'll wait.

Hiya, George.

What happened to you?
Catch another elbow?

- Two elbows.
- You have a visitor waiting.

There you are.
I've been all over for you.

- How's the wife?
- Doing fine, Mr Bishop.

Glad to hear it. Send her my best.

- Should I just leave this here?
- Yes.

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

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

- Anything else?
- Have Maggie check this for typos.

And let Richard look over this paper
before we send it out.

I got ya, baby!

Amanda Givens, 181 142.

Got your ass! You're mine now.

Chief of Staff Conrad, you've forgotten
your password again, haven't you?

Have your assistant call NSA Security.
Save your data. End query.

Terminating in two minutes.

- How are you gonna get in?
- Conrad showed me a back door.

They change the password every week
and he would forget it.

If I can just remember it.

Bingo!

OK, Attorney General Toyanbee,
let's see what they've got on you.

Look at this. It's active classified.

Try Oliver Murphy.

- It's the same.
- Lawrence Blackburn.

Shit!

Jake, did you log on
to the NSA 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?

Somebody did,
and they're using your name.

Check it out.

I'll try one more name.

What is this?

Transfer list? Transfer to what?

A separate directory just for me.

Damn! Call Conrad on 5683.

5683.

- Jake?
- I've been ordered to bring you in.

Get this.

Three Cabinet officials
have active files in the NSC database.

- What does that mean?
- Why am I under surveillance?

- What? You're not under surveillance.
- It's in your goddamn computer, Jake.

You're not under surveillance.

It's in the NSC database.
Somebody's gotta know.

I don't. How can I know? I can't
even remember my...what's-it-called?

I'm a computer illiterate!

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

We gotta move. Come on.

Activate the silent alarm.

Shit! Silent alarm.

This guy's a piece of work, huh?

He's a very bright young man.

Switch to a secure frequency.

Halt! Stay where you are
or we will fire!

Halt!

They're on the roof.

Bobby!

Come on! Follow me!

Careful, it's slippery.

Through the skylight. Open the door.

Bobby!

It's not moving.

For God's sake, son!

Come on!

Yes, all right.

- They're down there somewhere.
- Bring the elevator up.

- See them?
- No.

I'll bring 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?

- Find him yourself.
- Where is he?

Where is he?

Get out!

Bobby!

- Don't touch the cables!
- Bobby!

Here, Amanda!

Come on!

Pull back!

Come on.

Damn it! Son of a bitch!

Him and his nice wife, and that lovely
home and the rolling hills of Virginia.

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

He had Pochenko killed.

We know Conrad's in charge
of this Shadow programme.

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

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

This rat swims.

DC police are putting out an all-points
bulletin for Bishop and Givens.

I want you to feed Givens' auto specs
into the keyhole satellite. Now!

Find the car? Jesus, I'd have to pull
satellites off operations in Cuba.

We'd have to get
a written authorisation from...

From me! I'll write it down for you.
Now do it, now!

We got company.

I can get us in through the back alley.

- What's up?
- It's clear.

- Call in.
- OK, we're moving on.

I have some infra-red film
and a long lens.

Over here.

Licence matches. It's Amanda Givens.
Jake?

- Where?
- Two blocks from her apartment.

Blythe, move your men now.

God, I am starving!

- You got friends in the building?
- A few.

Any that'll lend you a car?

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

Close it down!

8273.

Conrad.

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

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

We almost met on the White House roof
this evening.

I'm running a story based on a theory
by Professor Yuri Pochenko.

On government dishonesty?

I'm sorry. Did I say theory?
I meant fact, Mr Conrad.

Based on what I witnessed this evening.

Maybe you would like to comment
before it hits the presses.

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

because the press prints to sell.

- It doesn't print the truth.
- I have a good source, Mr Conrad.

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

Yes, of course I know Bobby Bishop,
and I will stand by him.

- 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, sir.

Let's get some fresh air, shall we?

It's Conrad.

- Blythe?
- Yeah?

These people lent them their van.

Usually it clears my head,
being down here. How's your back?

I'm having a disc reconstructed.
Goddamn thing's ruined my golf swing.

I'm sorry about that.

- You're late!
- I'm not used to driving myself.

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 think we should rethink.
Perhaps we should wait and regroup.

- He who hesitates is lost.
- I can't believe you said that!

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 seven.

The future of the country
is in our hands.

We may never have another opportunity
like this again. Never.

I could pour a cat in the adage.

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

Today. At noon. As planned.

We assassin...

What was that?

You spooking out on us, Jake?

You got some sun!

We have to go over
the Bobby Bishop problem,

and your children's fund-raiser speech.

If you call the White House,
they'll trace it.

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

Saxon.

Hello? Who is this?

We got the plate from the neighbours
who lent their van.

We have the keyhole satellite
tracking the van.

We'll have their asses within the hour.

- What are we gonna do?
- If I get to Conrad, I can stop him.

If he thinks we have a tape.

- Which we don't have.
- Conrad doesn't know that.

- Sir, we have another van.
- Go with the licence plate.

That's it! That's our freakin' mouse!

- We got him. We got Bishop.
- Where?

- They just parked on Connecticut.
- Attention, all units!

I could go to Adams Hall.

If you don't find Conrad,
I could hold up the speech.

- 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.

Moving out of range.

Come on, I got ya.

- Yeah, those look good.
- Give me a hat, will you?

Thanks.

Keep it.

Stay on him!

Come on, we're right on his ass.
Stay on him.

Where the hell is he? I just had him.

Let's move, people!

Unit 14 in position.

Unit 22.
We have south east corner locked.

They're waiting, sir.

You feeling all right?

Fine. Everything's just fine.
I'll be there in a minute.

- Drive!
- OK, where to?

Adams Hall. Hurry!

Goddamn it!

Jesus Christ!

You payin' for that window!

- Can't you drive any faster?
- You want me to get a ticket?

What are you doing?
This ain't Adams Hall.

Friends like you got,
you taking the train, motherfucker!

Get out my damn cab!

Mr Conrad.

Testing, testing. One, two, three, four.

Testing. One, two, three, four.

Testing, one, two, three.
Testing, one, two, three, four.

Here you go.

- 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!

Hey, wait!

Bring her down!

He's my father, the President!

He's my real father!

Call it off.

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

Stay out of it, or you'll get killed.

What did you do it for?
What was in it for you?

Not for me, for Chrissakes!
Not for me.

For this country. For you,
for that stupid journalist friend of yours.

Bullshit!

Saxon's a patsy. You were gonna
be running the country, right?

- Somebody has to run it.
- Somebody is. The President!

- He's a madman.
- People voted for him, remember?

They fell for your fucking soundbites!

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!

Down!

Get down!

- Thanks, Bobby.
- Are you all right?

- Mr President, you have no...
- Look out!

Get him out of here. Come on.

Let's get him out of here.

Move it! Come on, move!
Move, everybody.

An inside source tells me Bobby Bishop
turned down Chief of Staff

to head the President's
new jobs programme.

Is your source reliable?

We'll see.

Come on. I'll buy you a Popsicle.

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

You know something, Bishop?

I may just be starting to like you.

Again?