The Walker Page #2

Come la notte i furti

miei seconda.

What?

It's from tonight's performance.

The Marriage of Figaro.

How the night

favors my secret plans.

You're so smart.

Hey, Emek.

Hey, Carl.

I tried to call you.

Not very hard, you didn't.

Don't be like that.

How should I be?

So what is it?

What? Now?

Yes, now.

We've had this

discussion, didn't we?

Don't be such a kid.

Do you wanna talk?

I got a date.

With who?

Fun Barry.

Don't quote Oscar Wilde to me.

Anybody, but Wilde.

Say good night, Carl.

We talk tomorrow.

I'm very sorry

to keep you waiting.

Do you want another drink

or something?

That's okay.

He sees himself as

quietly a state.

But when she's done

with him, he'll eat red meat

and women.

What about you?

You talk about everyone else.

But you never talk about yourself.

I'm not that interesting.

I mean you do have a private life.

I let you in on a little secret.

I've invented my own sex.

See how they hushed?

Absolutely hushed

when I leaned forward?

All those big ears wondering

what old Carl was saying.

You haven't

always been old, Carl.

In fact, I remember a young

Carter Page who once...

I believe...

Attempted to ask me out.

The seventies

were a confusing decade.

A lot of things were blurred.

Still that was

an interesting notion.

You wanna

hear a personal story?

Okay, I tell you a personal story.

Not about me, of course.

About my grandfather,

Carter Page I. - plantation Page

This is before he started devilling

in politics, became governor.

Coldville, Virginia.

He had fallen in love with a

photograph of a young woman,

Johanna Comb of Philadelphia.

For a year

they corresponded daily.

My grandfather looking

at her picture as he wrote...

I honestly hope...

The day another Christmas

shall have come...

Our longings will have

been displaced by full fruition.

My grandfather always

talked like a man with a Bible

half-open in his head.

He boarded the

National to Philadelphia.

That night they went

to the Opera.

And in a mission he got up...

Returned home to Coldville,

married my grandmother.

The two pen pals,

Carl and Johanna, never

saw each other again.

When my grandfather and

grandmother had their first child,

they named her Johanna.

And that's it?

That's the story?

That's all I ever heard.

I'd give my right

arm to know the rest of it.

Don't say it.

I mean is it so important?

It's just sex.

And that stuff you're breathing,

it's just oxygen.

You must get pretty lonely up

there on that pedestal.

I appreciate it.

I really do.

Oh, yes.

I bet you do.

Stop.

He's...

He's dead.

What?

Oh, no.

He is all... He is stabbed over.

Robbie is dead?

With a knife.

I called him this morning.

I was gonna see him tonight.

You're gonna call the police?

Yeah. We should.

Carl?

It would destroy everything.

It would destroy Larry.

The media.

It would destroy me.

Carl?

What did you touch?

Nothing.

The doorknob

and the door was open.

Is the door still open?

Let's get you home.

If anybody asks just...

Tell them we went for a drive,

talked about the old days.

I dropped you off.

Lynn?

Is there something you're

not telling me?

No.

No. Honest, Carl.

There were no fights. No.

Not anything.

You must believe me.

I do.

He was all blood.

Thank you.

There's been a murder.

Please send the police

and the EMS.

Carter Page III.

Yes. I'll be here.

Check out the

vases in the cabinet. Okay?

So.

What did your friend do?

He was a lobbyist.

Who will get Lancelot?

The cat.

They'll take it to a shelter.

No.

I'd like to have him if possible.

How long did you

know Mr. Kononsberg?

We were gonna meet

about some investments.

I got here and

the door was open.

What do you think?

I don't know.

Robbery, perhaps.

A bit violent for that.

And...

Who'd steal...?

A computer tower?

He have a laptop as well?

I think so, yes.

You were close?

I didn't say we were close.

I said I'd known him for twenty years.

Yes.

Senator Lockner?

Carter.

You heard?

Yes.

When it comes to crime,

nothing in this city shocks me.

Lynn said that he was

at the benefit Saturday.

Would you like

to speak with her?

Please.

Carl?

How are you holding up?

Fine.

Can you talk?

- Not really.

I just called to say

everything's under control.

It's an ongoing

investigation, of course.

Carl.

I know.

Don't worry.

Darling, you kill me.

And it's true.

The rat is with the stars

of human sexuality.

I like this.

I bet it's a hell of a lot less

expensive than...

Than a stroller

a man Highman fees.

Mrs. Delorean, Mr. Page.

How nice to see you again.

I like this.

Made in the U.S. of A.

Oh, yeah. I've sworn off

Europeans all together.

It's only Americans for me.

I know what you mean, Sir.

If you have any questions,

I'll be right over here.

Oh, look.

This is the material that

Louise de Vilmorin had on

her favorite shares.

I hope it's made of stronger stuff.

Louise's couldn't have lasted long,

given the wear she gave it.

Oh, my God.

There is a more handsome man.

I wanna meet him.

Carl, you are outrageous.

But you are gorgeous.

Thank you.

I didn't know

Robbie Kononsberg very well.

I didn't know you were close.

Yes.

That was quite a shock.

Jack knew him.

Of course Jack knows everyone.

He hates me.

No, he doesn't.

Nobody hates you.

One day everything is fine.

The next sure an episode of

murder she wrote.

Who's the woman?

What?

Isn't there a woman

in every murder mystery?

Are you gonna get this fabric?

It will make the carpet rig

without competing.

I think it's a real find.

Carl, you're absolutely right.

Write this up.

What would I do without you?

That we won't even

contemplate.

We could deliver in

Georgetown.

Or if you like, we could send

everything to your Middleburg

residence.

To get around

all that nasty sales tax?

Please.

God. He makes

obsequiousness an art form.

Detective Dixon.

What a coincidence.

Oh, I was told

you might be here.

Detective Dixon.

Abigail Delorean.

How do you do?

I need to speak with Mr. Page.

Shall I wait?

No. No. You go on.

I'll take a taxi.

Step into my office.

So what?

You're an interior decorator now?

Any progress

in the investigation?

Why did you

go to the apartment?

We've been over this.

We had an appointment.

And the door was open?

Yes. That's what

made me suspicious.

Have you contacted your lawyer?

Should I?

We'll need a DNA swab.

And Mungo Tenant

wants to talk to you.

Why would the

U.S. Attorney's Office

be involved?

He's made it his business.

A passer, a d'essayer.

From the possible to the real.

That is the motto of

Woodberry Forest, the prep school

Carter attended, Mr. Withal.

I looked that up.

I'm one of Woodberry's

less illustrious alumni.

Myself, I went to Cumberland.

It was good. But not Woodberry.

Woodberry was for the sons

of the well-connected.

I didn't fit in.

No, I don't

imagine you didn't.

Mungo, Carter has answered

all your questions.

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