Winter Kills Page #2

First they're hot,

then they're cold.

When she's hot again,

send her over.

I'm always hot.

Hello, pa.

Y'all know my son, Nicholas. Hi, nick.

IAll grown up, nick.

IHe ain't a global figure, like

his brother was. No interest.

He's a seafaring man

like yourself, admiral.

Good boy.

Right, nick?

If you say so, pa.

- You didn't tell me you were

leaving the boat, son. - I had to.

What do you think these girls

are doing under this blanket, son?

I don't know, pa.

Think they're

playing with my nuts?

You're awful.

I gotta talk to you, pa.

You better believe it, boy.

"Clair de lune" ]

Am I disturbing you?

Mother, what are

you doing here?

Oh, shh! I'm supposed

to be a secret.

I thought you

were in Nantucket.

Oh, it was freezing there.

And nobody came to visit.

I met this real nice man.

Pa said he just

wanted my money.

So he sent for me.

It's a big secret.

The newspapers, you know.

IOh, Nicholas, cocoa's sick.

She's sick.

Aw, let me see.

No, no.

No, she's not well.

Look.

See, she's sick.

Don't be sick on me, honey.

Please don't.

It's just her paw, mom.

She'll be all right.

Keith will take her to the vet

tomorrow. They'll know what to do.

She's never been

like this before.

It frightens me.

You frighten mommy.

I'll speak to Keith

before I leave.

He'll take care of it

for you.

You look real handsome.

Thank you, mom.

Listen, I got a great idea. Let's

have an Easter egg hunt on the lawn.

We'll get all dressed up. Everybody

will come. We'll make it black-Tie.

Wouldn't that be wonderful to have a formal

Easter egg hunt on the lawn with our friends?

You can stay for that.

It's winter.

The middle of winter, mom.

But isn't it

a lovely idea?

Yes, mom, it is.

C- Cocoa's sick.

You didn't tell me

nick was here.

- I didn't know he was coming, Emma.

- You're always mad...

just because nick doesn't

wanna be president like Tim did.

He's different,

that's all.

He's my son

and he's-

He's sensitive.

Different wives

have different sons.

Yes, Emma.

Come on, honey.

Let's go up to our room.

I'm flying dr. Marshall

in from Washington.

He's got some new cure thinks maybe

will help her. Some kind of vitamins.

- I hope it works.

- It won't.

You abandoned my ship.

Pa-

I got 60 million bucks floating there and

you take off like she's Friday night's hooker.

- If you'll let me, Ill tell you why.

- Make it snappy.

I got people outside. What the

hell were you doing in Philly?

- I called you. You don't take my calls.

- Didn't Cerruti tell you?

Cerruti? I gotta hear from Cerruti?

What's he gotta do with this?

It concerns Tim, pa.

Tim?

What about Tim?

I was on the Teekay when a man named

fletcher confessed on his deathbed...

that he'd been

one of the two riflemen.

- Bullshit.

- He told us where he'd hidden the rifle.

And this morning I found it with miles garner

and captain Heller of the Philadelphia police.

Where is

this historic weapon?

- I dont know.

- You don't know?

Everybody was killed

as we were leaving the building.

I was trying to reach you when the car was

driven away with their bodies and the rifle.

And this is the tale

you come home with?

Keifitz heard the confession on

the ship. An orderly wrote it down.

Wrote it down?

Pa?

You all right, pa?

Just wanted

to say good night.

Oh, would you please have a

veterinarian check out mother's dog?

Something's wrong

with its leg.

I'll have it attended to.

Don't turn out

the light, please.

All right. Good night. Good night.

Hope I don't

sound too depressed,

But so much has been

happening in the past few days.

I got a lot to tell you.

Most of all,

I wanna tell you that the more I hear

your voice, the more I feel I do love you.

Maybe Ill come to New York and

make an honest woman out of you, huh?

Bye-Bye.

Hello? Hello?

Hello, nick.

Come on, boy.

Wake up.

Got to get our ass

in gear.

What time is it?

Time for action.

I've been up all night.

Talked to Keifitz in Brunei.

Um, looks like

you were telling the truth.

The truth?

Pa, Im your son.

Yeah, you always had

an excitable imagination.

For a while, as a boy, I was afraid

you might turn out to be a fag.

You're a real winner, pa.

Keifitz is on his way here

with that killer's confession.

Then we go the limit to

bust this thing wide open.

You're bringing the

confession to the president?

Hell, no. That moron can't

read to find the men's room.

We gotta picture it for him.

Evidence. Find the rifle.

The men behind this fletcher. And the man

behind those men. Then we go to the president.

This is bigger

than we are, pa.

What the president will do is

resurrect the Pickering commission.

F***ing corpses to begin with.

Well, you accepted that

willy Arnold acted alone.

Sure as hell I did.

If I had pointed a finger

at the Russians, the Cubans,

Some goddamn hoodlums

or industrialists-

Maybe throw us

in a world war, civil war.

Sure I accepted it.

I got interests in this country.

Interests in this country?

Yeah, interests. But don't think

I fell for the Arnold theory.

I've been a hunter all my life.

I know the best of them.

And the best have trouble with one

shot of the kind that killed Tim.

Let alone three.

And then Arnold getting it from Joe

diamond, the plump saloon keeper,

While Arnolds handcuffed to

detectives surrounded by 75 rookies.

That's what I mean, pa. We need

help in this. Help? Like who?

The CIA? They smuggle my cigars

from Havana, that's what they do.

Import, export. And the FBI's

good for chasing runaways.

F***ing FBI. Gave the commission its

information in the first place, remember?

This ain't the forties anymore.

It's a whole new ball game.

We gotta be pioneers, son. We gotta

face that we're alone in the wilderness.

We got what the pioneers had,

all they had.

- The family.

- The family unit.

God blessed you, goddamn it,

with the best of families.

My international vice president,

John Cerruti,

Has files on the high and mighty

and the low and ornery...

That make the CIA. Record

look like the corner newsstand.

Information's power. And now we're gonna

use it to get to the bottom of this thing.

Then we go to the president

and congress, as a family unit.

And rub their f***ing noses

in the dirt that killed my son.

Now, get your ass out of bed.

Oh, and by the way,

you won't need the vet.

The vet?

Yeah, the vet for cocoa.

Your mother passed out last night

and smothered the mutt in her sleep.

- Oh, no.

- Yeah.

Sleeps with the goddamn dog.

Crazy woman. Now move!

I'm sorry, mom.

You stink, pa!

You stink!

Captain Heller

died two years ago...

in the virgin islands

of a heart attack.

So miles was either duped

or duped you with a phony.

And your wig-Maker friend

jumped out the window.

Police say suicide, 'cause

vandals wrecked his business.

Sit down.

No, thanks.

Now, where do we start?

Looks like

we've already started.

We got three names at the top.

Fletcher, Casper Jr.

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