IN THE LINE OF FIRE
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IN THE LINE OF FIRE
FRANK HORRIGAN: The secretaries get prettier and prettier around here.
LILLY RAINES: Hmm, and the field agents get older and older.
LILLY: What are you looking at?
FRANK: I was just wondering where you hide your fire arm... Don't tell me, let me guess.
FRANK: I'll bet you that brown pigeon down there flies off before the white one.
LILLY: How do you know?
FRANK: I know things about pigeons, Lilly.
LEARY: Do you really have the guts to take a bullet, Frank?
FRANK: Well I'll be thinking about that when I'm pissing on your grave.
LILLY: What makes you think he'll call again?
FRANK: Oh he'll call again. He's got... panache.
LILLY: Panache?
FRANK: Yeah, it means "flamboyance."
LILLY: I know what it means.
FRANK: Really? I had to look it up.
FRANK: Am I being paranoid, or is he busting my balls?
FRANK: I've never worked with a female agent before. How many are there?
LILLY: About 125.
FRANK: Hmm, pure window dressing.
LILLY: Excuse me?
FRANK: Window dressing. About 125 out of a little over 2,000. They have you all around so the president can look good to his feminist voters.
LILLY: Do you make an effort to be obnoxious, or is it a gift?
FRANK: It's a gift. Let's face it, half the things we do are window dressing. Take running alongside that limousine. It would take an anti-tank missile to put a dent in that damn thing, but there we are... out for show, trying to make the president look more presidential.
LILLY: So if I'm here to court the feminist vote, what demographics do you represent?
FRANK: Let's see... white, piano-playing heterosexuals over the age of fifty. There ain't a whole lot of us, but we do have a powerful lobby.
LILLY: Well, time flies when you're being annoyed.
FRANK: If she looks back, that means she's interested. Come on now, give me a little look. One little glance back. Give me that smug look and be on your way. (Lilly looks back, Frank smiles and turns to the statue of Lincoln) Well, Abe... damn. Wish I could've been there for ya pal.
FRANK: A good glare can be just as effective as a gun. Know what I mean?
LILLY: Oh, yeah.
FRANK: Know what I mean? (Frank glares at her. Lilly glares back)
LILLY: Oh, you got me.
FRANK: (Bogart impression) You better stick to the shades, Schweetheart.
LEARY: (On the phone) Frank, you looked so sad on the bus. I mean, I'm sorry... it was self-defense.
FRANK: Tell me about Skellum.
LEARY: You're barking up the wrong tree, Frank. Skellum's worthless.
FRANK: You gonna meet him in LA?
LEARY: (Scoffs) It's late in the game and you're way behind, Frank.
FRANK: I'm way ahead! Look, Leary, I know what you look like. I've seen your eyes.
LEARY: My eyes might look different next time.
FRANK: Not what's behind them won't. You better pray I don't find you, you prick!
LEARY: Pray? What, do you want to kill me, Frank?
FRANK: That's right!
LEARY: The irony is so thick you could choke on it.
FRANK: There's no fucking irony, Mitch!
LEARY: Think, Frank. Think. The same government that trained me to kill, trained you to protect. Yet, now you want to kill me, while up on that roof I protected you. They're gonna write books about us, Frank.
FRANK: I'm tired of your bullshit, Mitch!
LEARY: Don't be a poor sport, Frank. You could have taken me out, but you chose to save your ass. Don't cry about it now. Okay? You know, it does make me wonder about Dallas though. Did you really do all you could have? Or did you make a choice there too? Hmm? Do you really have the guts to take a bullet, Frank?
FRANK: Damn, now I gotta put all that shit back on, God damn it.
FRANK: (On the phone with Mitch Leary) I saw a picture of your friend lying on the floor with his throat cut.
LEARY: But you didn't see, Frank. What you couldn't possibly know is they sent MY best friend, MY comrade in arms to MY HOME to kill me!
FRANK: Your voice is shaking.
LEARY: I never lied to you, Frank, and I never will!
FRANK: Why is it everyone who ever knew you said that you're a sick son of a bitch? Your colleagues, your wife--
LEARY: What does your wife say about you, Frank?
FRANK: Oh, well, we're not talking about me.
LEARY: Frank, you of all people... I want you to understand.
FRANK: Why should I understand?
LEARY: Because we both used to think that this country was a very special place.
FRANK: You don't know what I used to think.
LEARY: Oh, but you know about me?! Do you have any idea what I've done for God and country?! Some pretty fucking horrible things! I don't even remember who I was before they sunk their claws into me!
FRANK: That made you into a real monster, huh?
LEARY: That's right. And now they want to destroy me because we can't have monsters running in the quiet countryside, now can we?
FRANK: (Pause, asks the question that Leary asked him earlier) What do you see when you're in the dark and the demons come?
LEARY: I see you, Frank. I see you standing over the grave of another dead president.
FRANK: That's not gonna happen. I'm on to you.
LEARY: Fuck you, Frank. I am willing to trade my life for his. I am smart and I am willing, and that is all it takes. That president is coming home from California in a fucking box.
FRANK: Where in California?
LEARY: Oh, you want the address? Come on, Frank. I'll keep you in the game but I'm not gonna throw it for you.
FRANK: I want you to give yourself up.
LEARY: So I can live a long and fruitful life?
FRANK: Well, we can work something out.
LEARY: Fuck you. Frank, don't fucking lie to me. I have a rendezvous with death. Oh, and so does the President. And so do you, Frank, if you get too close to me.
FRANK: You have a rendezvous with my ass, mother fucker!
LEARY: Frank, Frank, do you know how easily I could kill you, Frank? Do you know how many times I've watched you go in and out of that apartment? You're alive because I have allowed you to live. So you show me some GODDAMN RESPECT!
FRANK: You know something? For years I've been listening to all these idiots on bar stools with all their pet theories on Dallas. How it was the Cubans or the CIA or the white supremacists or the mob or whether there was one weapon or whether it was five. None of that's meant too much to me. But Leary, he questioned whether I had the guts to take that fatal bullet. (Long pause as Frank visualizes the day, remembering every detail... his voice weak and close to cracking.) God, that was a beautiful day. The sun was out. Been raining all morning, the air was— The first shot, sounded like a firecracker. I looked over and I saw him, I could tell he was hit. I don't know why I didn't react. I should have reacted. I should have been running flat out. I just couldn't believe it. If only I reacted I could have taken that shot. That would have been all right with me.
LEARY: (In the elevator) So, you had the guts, Frank. You took the bullet.
FRANK: I broke my damn ribs.
LEARY: Sorry, I wasn't aiming at you.
LILLY: (On the ground) Where the hell are the shooters?
SHOOTER 1: West Tower in place. No lights inside.
SHOOTER 2: Shit. No shot from the north. We can't see inside.
LEARY: Wearing a bulletproof vest, Frank? That's a bit of a cheat, don't you think? Otherwise, you played a good game.
FRANK: It's no game, Leary. I was doing my job. What are we gonna do now?
LEARY: Do you believe in the nobility of suicide?
FRANK: No. But if you want to blow your God damn head off, go ahead. Be my guest.
LEARY: Nicely put, Frank. Except, you see, I don't want to leave this miserable world alone.
LILLY: West Tower, do you have a shot?
SHOOTER 1: Negative. Too dark. Target unclear.
LEARY: It's better to die with a friend. Don't you think, Frank?
FRANK: You're not a friend. You're a damn killer, you sick bastard!
LEARY: Don't talk to me that way! I saved your life! You owe me.
FRANK: I don't owe you shit.
LEARY: I was always honest and fair with you.
FRANK: Go ahead and shoot. Go ahead.
CHAVEZ: (On the ground) It's Frank! Quiet! Quiet!
FRANK: Come on, damn it!
LILLY: (Speaking into her wrist microphone to Frank) Frank, are you talking to me?
FRANK: Well, what are you waiting for?
LEARY: What am I waiting for? I'm waiting for you to show me some God damn gratitude. Without me, you'd still just be another sad-eyed, piano-playing drunk. I brought you into this game. I let you keep up with me. I made you a God damn hero today
FRANK: You didn't make me anything.
LEARY: I redeemed your pathetic, shitty life.
FRANK: I just did my job. You're the one with the fucking pathetic life. Go ahead and shoot, damn it.
LILLY: They can't see inside. If they fire, you'll be hit.
LEARY: I want you to thank me first, Frank.
FRANK: Shut up and shoot!
LILLY: All right, Frank.
LEARY: All right, Frank.
LILLY: Shooters, standby to fire. Wait for my command.
LEARY: Sleep well, my friend.
FRANK: Just one thing... aim high.
LEARY: What?
LILLY: Aim high!
FRANK: Now!
LILLY: Fire!
LEARY: You bastard!
(Shooters take their shots and break the remaining glass doors of the elevator. Frank and Leary fight inside, after a few punches, Frank knocks Leary out of the elevator... Leary grabs the edge on the way down. Frank reaches his hand down to help him back up.)
FRANK: Take my hand. If you don't, you'll die.
LEARY: You want to save me, Frank?
FRANK: To be honest and fair with you, no. But it's my job.
MAN ON GROUND: All you people, stand back!
FRANK: (Reaching hand further) Take it!
(Leary purposefully lets go of the edge, choosing to fall to his death.)
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