Winter Kills

Hello, this is

Yvette Malone speaking.

I'm not home just now,

but if you'll be kind enough...

to leave your name and telephone

number, Ill call you when I return.

Please begin at the tone.

Yvette, nick here. Uh, I just

thought Id let you know that...

Im still on pa's ship off the

coast of Malaysia thinking about you.

And, uh, sure is nice to hear

your voice. Even if it is recorded.

IWell, we're getting some

rough weather here, honey.

So, uh, I guess I

- They want you to go up, sir.

Okay, let's go.

All right,

now move your asses.

Get him to sick bay,

and do it now.

Ha! Well, if it isn't Mr. Keifitz.

Looking' more like

your father every day.

You came all the way

out here to tell me that?

No, no, sir.

I brought you an assassin.

- A what? - Yeah, well, that man

that they're moving there.

He says he shot your brother.

He was second rifle at city hall.

It's an outrage

to bring this man here.

You prefer the native hospital in Brunei

where a man can die of athlete's foot.

I don't have the facilities.

This man fell off an oil rig.

Doctor,

will you leave us?

Then I take

no responsibility.

That's right.

And you, out.

And you, stay.

Now, can you write?

Sir?

English. Can you write

English? I think so, sir.

Do your best.

Be our witness. Just write

down whatever he says.

Fletcher!

You hear me?

Nick Kegan is here.

You understand?

I think he wants

to shake your hand.

Now, what's

your full name?

Arthur Turkus Fletcher.

How old are you?

Fifty-Eight years.

We will hear your testimony.

I shot president Kegan.

IJesus.

How?

I was second rifle in city hall,

February 22, 1960.

I hit with both shots.

Where was

the number one rifle?

Behind the wall.

I shot on the line with him.

Who hired you?

Junior. Casper Jr.

They remembered me from shooting

demonstrations for the rifle association.

Said he'd push me into history.

Twenty-Five thousand dollars

for a morning's work.

A morning's work.

Please,

Mr. Kegan,

The rifle's in the steam pipe under the

middle window in the Engleson building.

Room 903.

I left my fingerprints and

all with my name taped to it...

for when the time came to prove

that I killed the president.

What about Willy Arnold?

The Pickering commission proved

Willie Arnold shot my brother.

INick, he's dead.

You can't run away

from this.

Get a hold of

miles garner in Philly,

Have him meet me at the airport

with some long underwear.

It'll be freezing there.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna look for his rifle. Mm.

IWhether this guy is real or not, pall

understand I had to leave the ship.

- I'm sure he will.

- I hope so.

You get that down?

I'll look at it.

Jesus, you print

like an ape.

I'm a high school graduate.

But Ive never been involved

in anything like this.

Now,

You were just a little boy

when president Kegan...

was gunned down

in Philadelphia.

But in the subsequent

More than 16 people,

Who seemingly had nothing

to do with that awful event,

Have died under

mysterious conditions.

If what you say is true, nick,

it's gonna shake up a lot of people.

President, congress,

everyone. Especially pa.

Does he know?

No, not yet.

I guess this assassin thought nobodys look

for him, working for the president's father?

We're gonna need a wrench

for the steam pipe.

We'll get it

from the building supervisor.

Captain Heller, this way.

Captain Heller,

that's the wrong building!

Is he reliable, miles? Captain

Heller, Philadelphias finest.

He drinks a bit, but if there's a rifle

up there, he'll know how to handle it.

Captain Heller, nick Kegan. We

have no time to lose, captain.

You say you're Nicholas

Kegan? That's right.

Got any identification?

ICome on. I've known nick since he

was a boy. He's tom Kegan's son.

Our late president's

half-Brother, okay?

You'll vouch for him?

Of course, yes.

Good enough. Now, uh, what's

the problem here, fellas?

It's this way, captain.

Oh. Kegan,

We did everything possible

to protect your brother here.

But you can't protect

anyone against a nut.

Nine-Oh-Three.

Damn shame.

Police, open up. Open

up in there. Police.

You John Kullers?

- We'd like to have a look at

your steam pipe. - My steam pipe?

We'll get a search warrant

if necessary.

Search warrant

for a steam pipe?

How long have you

occupied these premises?

ICops. Why me?

Answer the question.

IFour years, I don't know. Where

were you on February 22, 1960.

I1960? What is this? You don't remember

the date president Kegan was shot?

Long island. In school. Mrs.

Sayers' eighth grade English class.

Oh, yeah?

Look, hey, I got a

legitimate operation here.

All right, miles. I'll

check it. Stand back.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? What for?

Now you'll have to

live it all over again.

I could put it back.

You'll always

know where it was.

Oh, the hell with it.

What's that? What is

that? That's not mine.

You make one sound about

what you saw here today,

And you'll be the sorriest

little man in the sticks.

Boy, this'll stink

right up to heaven.

Yeah, this is the kind

of thing that rises.

Hey, take this. I don't

like the way it feels.

- Where to, captain?

- Bring it to the f. B.I., wouldn't you say?

Oh, why not?

They probably built it.

"They probably built it. "

Miles! Miles.

Help!

Phone? Do you have-

Mr. Kegan's office.

Who's calling, operator?

Yes, we will.

Hello, Mr. Kegan?

No, Im sorry. Your father

left for Rockrimmon last night.

I'm not sure.

I'll give you rosemary.

Yes, nick.

How nice to hear from you.

Your father's left the house

already for his golf.

May I help you?

In the desert, yes.

Well, how urgent?

I see.

Oh, dear. I'd better connect

you with John Cerruti. Hold on.

Nick. Surprise, surprise.

How are you? Where are you?

You left the boat, nick. Left

the ship. That's naughty of you.

Very bad not telling

headquarters. Your father-

What? What rifle?

Uh-Huh. In Philadelphia?

Well, that's astonishing.

Well, it's startling.

Shocking about miles.

Listen, now where are

you now? Exactly where?

Okay, follow me carefully. Do nothing.

I'll handle the police. You wait for a car.

We'll pick you up and you can discuss

this with your father in Rockrimmon.

And nick, don't panic.

Panic is counterproductive.

How are you, Keith?

The same. Always the same.

And you,

you're looking good.

Where's pa?

He's playing golf.

But he should be

back any time now.

I've got to see him right away.

Hey, shogun. Shogun. Shogun.

You've been gone

a long time, nick.

Shogun forget.

Have you had dinner?

No, not yet.

First, Id like to take a look at

pa's copy of the full Pickering report.

That will only make you sad.

Sad? Now, you once told me

all knowledge was good.

I don't recall. Actually,

that not something I would say.

I'll go find pa.

I'm freezing.

Sun's going down. The

desert's supposed to be hot.

Quit bitching. You've been

bitching all day. I don't like it.

What am I gonna do with

these girls, Mr. Secretary?

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