Winter Kills

Hello, this is

Yvette Malone speaking.

I'm not home just now,

but if you'll be kind enough...

to leave your name and telephone

number, Ill call you when I return.

Please begin at the tone.

Yvette, nick here. Uh, I just

thought Id let you know that...

Im still on pa's ship off the

coast of Malaysia thinking about you.

And, uh, sure is nice to hear

your voice. Even if it is recorded.

IWell, we're getting some

rough weather here, honey.

So, uh, I guess I

- They want you to go up, sir.

Okay, let's go.

All right,

now move your asses.

Get him to sick bay,

and do it now.

Ha! Well, if it isn't Mr. Keifitz.

Looking' more like

your father every day.

You came all the way

out here to tell me that?

No, no, sir.

I brought you an assassin.

- A what? - Yeah, well, that man

that they're moving there.

He says he shot your brother.

He was second rifle at city hall.

It's an outrage

to bring this man here.

You prefer the native hospital in Brunei

where a man can die of athlete's foot.

I don't have the facilities.

This man fell off an oil rig.

Doctor,

will you leave us?

Then I take

no responsibility.

That's right.

And you, out.

And you, stay.

Now, can you write?

Sir?

English. Can you write

English? I think so, sir.

Do your best.

Be our witness. Just write

down whatever he says.

Fletcher!

You hear me?

Nick Kegan is here.

You understand?

I think he wants

to shake your hand.

Now, what's

your full name?

Arthur Turkus Fletcher.

How old are you?

Fifty-Eight years.

We will hear your testimony.

I shot president Kegan.

IJesus.

How?

I was second rifle in city hall,

February 22, 1960.

I hit with both shots.

Where was

the number one rifle?

Behind the wall.

I shot on the line with him.

Who hired you?

Junior. Casper Jr.

They remembered me from shooting

demonstrations for the rifle association.

Said he'd push me into history.

Twenty-Five thousand dollars

for a morning's work.

A morning's work.

Please,

Mr. Kegan,

The rifle's in the steam pipe under the

middle window in the Engleson building.

Room 903.

I left my fingerprints and

all with my name taped to it...

for when the time came to prove

that I killed the president.

What about Willy Arnold?

The Pickering commission proved

Willie Arnold shot my brother.

INick, he's dead.

You can't run away

from this.

Get a hold of

miles garner in Philly,

Have him meet me at the airport

with some long underwear.

It'll be freezing there.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna look for his rifle. Mm.

IWhether this guy is real or not, pall

understand I had to leave the ship.

- I'm sure he will.

- I hope so.

You get that down?

I'll look at it.

Jesus, you print

like an ape.

I'm a high school graduate.

But Ive never been involved

in anything like this.

Now,

You were just a little boy

when president Kegan...

was gunned down

in Philadelphia.

But in the subsequent

More than 16 people,

Who seemingly had nothing

to do with that awful event,

Have died under

mysterious conditions.

If what you say is true, nick,

it's gonna shake up a lot of people.

President, congress,

everyone. Especially pa.

Does he know?

No, not yet.

I guess this assassin thought nobodys look

for him, working for the president's father?

We're gonna need a wrench

for the steam pipe.

We'll get it

from the building supervisor.

Captain Heller, this way.

Captain Heller,

that's the wrong building!

Is he reliable, miles? Captain

Heller, Philadelphias finest.

He drinks a bit, but if there's a rifle

up there, he'll know how to handle it.

Captain Heller, nick Kegan. We

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