The Package Page #4

anybody they want to be.

That scares the piss out of me.

All right, I'll drive.

I know the way to the interstate.

Got something for you.

- What's this?

- Records.

The reason I'm in this mess.

Remember?

Now, you know Henke.

The other is a guy named Boyette.

It could be your package.

"Thomas Boyette.

Vietnam, Salvador, Silver Star..."

Look at this.

"Court-martial

for striking an officer."

That was ten years ago.

Jesus Christ.

"Operation Sundown."

I just had a run-in with a colonel

from Operation Sundown.

Yeah? So?

Mean anything?

I don't know.

The final itinerary has been approved

by the staffs of both leaders...

which puts the arrival of the president

and the general secretary...

at 0915 hours.

Who will get out of the car first?

Protocol has the president

getting out of the car first.

Fine.

The general secretary

will take the arm of the president...

and proceed

to the wreath site.

We want the press and the cameras

to have as much access as possible.

We're asking for 60-foot throws

in all three locations.

Come on, Bob.

Billions will see these two peacemakers

give their Christmas gift to the world.

They can't be that close.

I know you want your man reelected,

but we can wait for four years for that.

We know that there are gonna be

demonstrations at the Hilton...

so we're gonna keep tight control on all

security perimeters around press areas.

Crowder, you're not such a bad guy.

I think I kinda like you.

You're patronizing me again,

Rogers.

Come on, Jack.

Come on.

- General Hopkins.

- Gentlemen.

How are you?

- Do we stand down?

- Negative, sir.

Gallagher and the woman?

They're on the police network

nationwide.

When they pick 'em up,

we'll take care of 'em.

Go to Chicago.

I assume we are entering

the third quarter.

As we speak.

You're gonna love this.

Karl, you're right.

I love it. It's me.

This way.

This is Laurie.

She'll help you get set up here.

- Get you anything you need.

- My own secretary.

Great cover. Travel agency.

People coming in and out all the time.

All your contact

will be through here.

Anything you report about our friends

at the bingo hall, do it out of here.

That's a secure phone.

Good.

Coffee.

Hey, maybe I can get one

of those name plaques?

Sure, we'll get you one.

This setup is perfect.

Really.

Yeah, it is.

Hi. Is this the Henke residence?

- Yeah.

- Is Walter home?

He's dead.

Yeah, he's been dead

for some 12 years now.

Do you have a son named Walter?

You mean Sonny?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Is Sonny home?

You a friend of Sonny's?

We keep missing each other, yeah.

Oh, well, the leaflets

are right inside here.

They are? Leaflets.

That's wonderful. Thank you.

Do you know where we can find Sonny?

I don't even know

where he sleeps at night.

I don't understand

this new job he's got.

Do you know where he is right now?

Probably at the same place

you're taking those leaflets.

Oh, yeah, over at the...

- The hall.

- Yeah, the hall.

- The one on...

- Noble.

- On Noble Street, right.

- Avenue.

You know, where Noble Avenue crosses...

Milwaukee.

Saint Stefanski's Bingo Hall

at Milwaukee.

Hi. I'm trying to locate

a Detective Milan Delich.

How are you doing, fella?

Great day to be an American, isn't it?

- Is Sonny around?

- Sonny who?

- Walter Henke.

- Are you a friend of his?

What do you think I'm doing

carrying these f***in' things around?

You tell me.

- Where is old Walter?

- You're his friend.

His mother just asked me

to drop these off.

So drop 'em.

Yeah, I'll send someone

down to talk to you.

Bye-bye. Thanks.

So, talk to me.

What happened up there?

There's just a bunch of Nazi goons.

What's going on with Milan?

Your buddy's a lieutenant in Vice.

He gets off at 7:00.

How about that other phone number?

Real estate broker.

Handles office buildings downtown.

Here you go, sir. Big rally downtown

to stop the Communists.

They're living right here in

our neighborhood. You aware of that?

Communists here in the neighborhood.

Sign up and join us.

You look like a good American.

Here you go, guys.

We're having a big rally downtown

to stop the Communists.

They're all over the place...

TV, radio.

Hey, you dropped...

Are you a Communist, pal?

Call my lawyer, man.

You got plenty of time

to call your lawyer.

Oh, yeah. F***in' nice weather, huh?

- Throw it right in the toilet.

- See you, Lieutenant.

- Take it easy.

- Hey, Joe.

- Milan?

- Yeah.

Johnny Gallagher. Follow me.

Yeah. Uh-huh, good.

Yeah, thanks. You get anything else,

give me a call at the house.

Thanks. Bye.

See you.

Eddie, give this guy

a glass of milk on me.

What a joker.

You're wanted for questioning

about a killing in Arlington...

and there's

a national security tag on you.

Somebody wants you real bad, Johnny.

Nothing about a Lieutenant Ruth Butler?

Not yet, but I got somebody

checking on that.

And there was nothing about

the shoot-out in the garage last night.

That seems to be going down

as between drug gangs.

I don't know what you

got yourself into, pal...

but their team's playing

with bigger hitters.

- I know it's asking a hell of a lot.

- It sure is.

I understand if you

don't want to help out.

I didn't say I don't.

I'm just thinking this...

I got 18 years invested here,

and you come walking out of my past...

saying the one year we spent in country

is all that counts.

And I agree with you.

And that's, like,

some kind of weird sh*t.

Thanks.

Come on.

Let's find you a place to sleep.

It'd look good with this sweater too.

Just put it on the couch, honey.

- I could sleep anywhere, Milan.

- Yeah, you probably could.

In fact, you both look like

you could fall asleep standing up.

Don't worry, he's used to it.

There we go.

I gotta stop feeding that kid.

- How do you like this?

- Listen, you want a beer?

Yeah.

Move back. Move back.

I want this corridor emptied...

sealed and posted one hour

before TSD arrives with the dogs.

Keep the kitchen staff to a minimum.

Everyone here's been cleared, right?

Yes, sir.

Rogers will want to take some pictures.

Keep the happy ones up front.

Gallagher knows too much already.

He has to be eliminated.

How much can he know? His pal,

Lieutenant Delich, would be humming.

Maybe you ought to

scrap this thing, Colonel.

Maybe we ought to scrub the whole

goddamn country. That suit you?

Suit yourself. I do.

You have thus far, otherwise

this wouldn't be necessary, would it?

- We'll follow them tomorrow.

- No.

You want somebody, don't follow them.

Wait until they come to you.

This detective friend of Gallagher's...

has been looking for information

on Terez, right?

- Yeah.

- So give him some.

Set something up. And when they

reach for it, kill 'em both.

- Where are you going?

- The opera.

- It's a toddling town.

- Season's over. Where are you going?

You want Gallagher killed, kill him.

You don't need me, sir.

You're a professional.

There's no criminal activity

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