Winter Kills Page #2

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?

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.

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