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No. You know what we're going to do?
We're going to do a two-pronged attack.
We're going to attack
We're going to get lawyers,
because I know some...
Okay. I know. Which is why
- Coly?
- What?
- Something's wrong.
- I know there is. What do you mean?
- Coly
- What's the matter?
- Coly
- Hey, come on, sit down.
What's the matter?
Come on.
- Come on.
- I'm sorry.
It's all right.
I'm sorry
Iris Silk died several hours later
in her husband's arms.
Coleman came into my life.
I had been living alone in a small cabin
by a lake not far from Athena.
Including questions
about my private life...
questions no American citizen
would ever want to answer.
Still, I must take
complete responsibility
for all my actions
both public and private.
And that is why I am
speaking to you tonight.
- As you know, in a deposition in January
- Hello?
I was asked questions
about my relationship
- Are you Mr. Zuckerman?
- Yeah.
- Are you Nathan Zuckerman?
- Yeah.
You're the Zuckerman
that's the writer, correct?
- Yeah, but
- We've got to talk. May I come in?
Thanks. Your last book won
some sort of prize, right?
- It was short-listed for the
- That was 5 years ago. What happened?
You're blocked, right?
You're blocked!
You're worried you don't
Well, I can fix that.
I'm the answer to your prayers.
- You know who I am?
- Dean Silk?
Dean Coleman Silk.
That's right.
The late, retired and now resigned
and unlamented Dean Silk,
following the murder
you clock that?
Following the murder of my wife.
How's that grab you, Zuckerman?
That good enough to
get your juices flowing?
I'm not sure I understand.
Those sons of b*tches
killed my wife, Nathan.
They killed my wife as if they'd taken
a gun and fired it into her heart.
Yeah. Who would've thought
Iris couldn't take it
as strong as she was,
brave as she was? But, uh
yeah, their kind of stupidity was too
much even for a juggernaut like my Iris.
Massive embolism.
Pow! I got her to the hospital,
but it was too late.
The point is they meant to kill me
but they got her instead.
All in the name of
political correctness.
There's an oxymoron
if ever I heard one.
So, there's your book, Nathan.
You mind if I call you Nathan?
- Look, Dean...
- Just Coleman.
All my other titles
I have given away.
Coleman. Look, I'm sorry but I write
fiction, and at the moment I'm...
Believe methis thing will read
like The Manchurian Candidate.
They murdered the wrong person,
for Christ's sakes!
For one word! Spooks!
Spooks! It's unbelievable.
Let me tell you something, Nathan.
My father was a
saloonkeeper in New Jersey.
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