The Walker Page #3

In fact, I remember a young

Carter Page who once...

I believe...

Attempted to ask me out.

The seventies

were a confusing decade.

A lot of things were blurred.

Still that was

an interesting notion.

You wanna

hear a personal story?

Okay, I tell you a personal story.

Not about me, of course.

About my grandfather,

Carter Page I. - plantation Page

This is before he started devilling

in politics, became governor.

Coldville, Virginia.

He had fallen in love with a

photograph of a young woman,

Johanna Comb of Philadelphia.

For a year

they corresponded daily.

My grandfather looking

at her picture as he wrote...

I honestly hope...

The day another Christmas

shall have come...

Our longings will have

been displaced by full fruition.

My grandfather always

talked like a man with a Bible

half-open in his head.

He boarded the

National to Philadelphia.

That night they went

to the Opera.

And in a mission he got up...

Returned home to Coldville,

married my grandmother.

The two pen pals,

Carl and Johanna, never

saw each other again.

When my grandfather and

grandmother had their first child,

they named her Johanna.

And that's it?

That's the story?

That's all I ever heard.

I'd give my right

arm to know the rest of it.

Don't say it.

I mean is it so important?

It's just sex.

And that stuff you're breathing,

it's just oxygen.

You must get pretty lonely up

there on that pedestal.

I appreciate it.

I really do.

Oh, yes.

I bet you do.

Stop.

He's...

He's dead.

What?

Oh, no.

He is all... He is stabbed over.

Robbie is dead?

With a knife.

I called him this morning.

I was gonna see him tonight.

You're gonna call the police?

Yeah. We should.

Carl?

It would destroy everything.

It would destroy Larry.

The media.

It would destroy me.

Carl?

What did you touch?

Nothing.

The doorknob

and the door was open.

Is the door still open?

Let's get you home.

If anybody asks just...

Tell them we went for a drive,

talked about the old days.

I dropped you off.

Lynn?

Is there something you're

not telling me?

No.

No. Honest, Carl.

There were no fights. No.

Not anything.

You must believe me.

I do.

He was all blood.

Thank you.

There's been a murder.

Please send the police

and the EMS.

Carter Page III.

Yes. I'll be here.

Check out the

vases in the cabinet. Okay?

So.

What did your friend do?

He was a lobbyist.

Who will get Lancelot?

The cat.

They'll take it to a shelter.

No.

I'd like to have him if possible.

How long did you

know Mr. Kononsberg?

We were gonna meet

about some investments.

I got here and

the door was open.

What do you think?

I don't know.

Robbery, perhaps.

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