Winter Kills Page #7

I just realized.

He's been keeping me alive.

He's protecting me.

She's... involved, nick.

Miss Malones involved.

It wasn't the tub esters who got to

diamond. We have new information.

- While you sleep, we continue.

- Who was it?

You met the man this afternoon.

Frank mayo.

And it was Lola Comante who got to

Mayo and had the president killed.

Miss Lola Comante!

Thrice married by 23,

movie queen at 30,

Lola entered middle age as friend

of the shady and legit alike...

with the special power

of a president's procuress.

Lola got Tim his girls, and he

blessed her with fame and fortune.

Tim enjoyed her favors

and the favors of her friends...

in the privacy of Rockrimmon.

Sanctioned and abetted

by your father,

Who occasionally

indulged in Lola himself...

and who also had some

business connections with her.

Until it all ended one day when

Lola tried to collect on a deal.

Enchanted by ambition

as she was,

Lola had arranged a $2 million

campaign contribution...

from the family of Frank Mayo.

Mayo wanted the president

to kick out Castro...

and restore the casinos

to Havana.

But the president was aware of no

such contribution and no such deal.

It was your father who had

accepted the money from Lola.

When did you get

so lily-White, son?

Been reading

your own press?

This thing's

gone to your head.

Sure, I took that cash.

You think you got those

votes on your good looks?

I bought 'em and I paid for 'em.

And when I needed cash, I got it.

Now, uh,

you remember your debts.

You want out of this Cuban thing,

you gotta pay back another way.

And, uh, be nice to Lola.

She's on your side.

Where you going?

Hey. Where you going?

Come back here!

I'm your father!

Goddamn it! Why do you

think I got you this job?

To review the f***ing fleet?

The president broke contact with

your father on this matter...

and with Lola as well.

He never spoke

to either one again.

ISo Tim turned against pa?

Mm. It hurt your father

a great deal,

Both personally

and... financially.

Then it was Mayo who killed my

brother and you've known it all along.

A qualified no

on both counts.

- Z.K. Dawson.

- The guy in the tank?

No, no, no. Not that a**hole. The real

Dawson who hasn't left Venezuela since 1956.

Your Oklahoma adventure was a little

something I cooked up. You cooked up?

Yes. A scene. A skit.

Rather humorous, I thought,

with a point.

And what can the point be,

Mr. Cerruti?

You see, it wasn't Dawson himself who

plotted your brother's assassination.

It was his only daughter, formerly

Maggie Dawson, then Mrs. Luigi Bellini...

and lately-

Yvette?

The attraction between you two becomes

Romeo-And-Julietish, no? Opposing families.

- That is ridiculous!

- Don't snap at me, you.

She plotted the whole thing. She

was your brother's mistress too.

Bet you didn't know that.

- Where is she now?

- Yvette? I told you. Kidnapped.

- By whom?

- By whom? By the kidnappers.

Bad guys. Casper Jr.

You are lying, Cerruti.

No one's allowed up here,

nick.

Tell me where she is or Im

gonna blow this whole thing open.

No way. You're not to be

believed. What have you got?

A half a dozen different scenarios

all going in opposite directions.

Fantasies. They'd lock you away in

the booby bin. You're no threat to me.

You give me this information or Im

gonna get it the old-Fashioned way.

The ol- Oh.

The old-Fashioned way.

I see. What are you gonna do,

break my arms?

God, it's painful

to see you like this, nick.

It's painful to see you suffering

under a delusion so intense,

So aggravating that you actually

believe that you have the nerve...

to come in here

and threaten me like this.

You're just not the type.

Did you hear that? Did

you hear that, you clown?

You've broken my arm.

Is it him?

Huh? Huh?

Is it pa?

Is it him?

Please tell me.

Is it pa?

IOw!

Is it pa, Cerruti?

Your legs are next.

Cerruti, is it pa?

Your father spent $11 million

to raise your brother up...

from a skirt-Chasing college boy

to president of the united states.

For 20 years, he told him

what to do and how and why...

and what would happen

when it was done.

Your father put Tim

in the white house. Why?

Because that's where you

can generate the most cash.

A cold-Ass business proposition

like everything else in society.

But your brother decided

to stir up the population,

Began to think we were

all living in a democracy.

He started believing it. Lunch with

De Gaulle, dinner with Khrushchev.

The whole razzle-Dazzle

went to his head.

Yet in spite of the fact that

everybody in this country...

lives in the same

dog-Eat-Dog way,

Grabbing any angle

to make a buck,

If you were to inform them

that your father had Tim killed,

They'd wanna tear the old

man apart limb from limb.

Pa had-

Pa had him killed?

What the hell? That's the

system you wanted, nick,

And that's the system

you've got.

The whole secret, as your father

says, is not to get caught.

I want to find Yvette.

Yvette Malone...

was a professional actress

named Jenny OBrien,

But I don't think she wants

to see you today, nick.

She's the guest of a freshman anatomy class

over at Kegan university medical school...

and she's kind of tied up right

now, if you get the picture.

You get the picture, nick?

You get the picture?

You get the picture, nick?

Don't touch.

What the hell? He was

caught trying to enter.

That's my son!

He refused to tell us

his name, Mr. Kegan.

Rosemary will call dr. Grokest

when she comes in.

You sure

made a night of it, boy.

You should have called first.

Ought to know that by now.

I'll get you some whiskey.

You want those fellas fired,

Ill have 'em fired.

Good men, though.

Ah. You gonna

pass out on me?

Pa, Cerruti

told me everything.

- You saw Cerruti?

- You killed him.

Your own son.

IWas it really

for money?

Rosemary, where the hell

are my cigars?

Rosemary!

A wise man

fools the doctors.

Was it for money?

Where did you get the balls

to suggest to me...

that Id have your brother

murdered for some additional cash?

The president

of my country.

Is this an attack, son? A conspiracy?

Have you gone over to the enemy?

Or are you mad?

For money.

Shame.

For shame on you.

Somewhere deep

in your soul, pa,

You wanna get caught

and punished.

Like a petty thief back

to the scene of a crime.

Petty thief? Hell,

Im the king of thieves,

The Jupiter of thieves.

But Im not a killer.

There he is...

and there and there.

My guardian angel.

My unseen listener.

John Cerruti.

Somewhere in the air,

Recording, peeking in.

John Cerruti killed Tim.

Cerruti.

Did it with my men

and my money.

And the profits

went into my companies.

When he told me he'd killed my son,

there was nothing I could do against him,

'Cause every finger in the

country would point to me.

Tim's own pa.

And you too.

And our family.

- No, pa.

- You think Im in control here?

I'm nothing

but a goddamn front.

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