Joe Gargan is holding for you.
Ted heads straight for his phone and picks it up.
EXT. SHIRETOWN INN - DAY
JOE GARGAN, 39, Ted’s cousin, stands in a phone booth outsidea small, seaside hotel.
He slicks back a comb over hiding the early signs of areceding hairline. This makes him stick out like a blacksheep at Kennedy family gatherings. Along with his glasses.
What’s going on, Teddy? I’ve beenon hold here for ten minutes.
Ted leans back in his chair and gives a childlike shrug.
I really needed to talk to you.
He puts his feet on the desk.
Well, it must have been somethingpretty damn important.
Gargan’s eyes roll; he knows it’s not.
The hotel on the Vineyard is
I just checked in. I’m holding thekey to our room right here.
Not our hotel room. The girls! MaryJo just called me.
I’m sure she can find all of them
another place. Mary Jo was the most
resourceful of Bobby’s oldsecretaries.
They don’t know the island! I needthis handled properly.
What do you want me to do? Slap aninjunction on the desk clerk untilhe coughs up a room?
I don’t need a lawyer, I need myadvance man!
I’ve still gotta rig the hull. Theregatta is this afternoon -
I know when the race is. I’m
sailing the damn boat with you.
But what about the party?
There’s no party if the Boiler RoomGirls aren’t there.
Ted stands up from his chair. He grabs a FRAMED PHOTO sitting
on his desk:
Ted, no older than thirteen, plays by the poolwith his brothers Jack and Bobby.
In the photo, Gargan lies on the ground and takes a punch inthe jaw from Bobby. All the Kennedy brothers appear to laughand smile. Ted especially.