Winter Kills Page #4

Bye-Bye.

Hello? Hello?

Hello, nick.

Come on, boy.

Wake up.

Got to get our ass

in gear.

What time is it?

Time for action.

I've been up all night.

Talked to Keifitz in Brunei.

Um, looks like

you were telling the truth.

The truth?

Pa, Im your son.

Yeah, you always had

an excitable imagination.

For a while, as a boy, I was afraid

you might turn out to be a fag.

You're a real winner, pa.

Keifitz is on his way here

with that killer's confession.

Then we go the limit to

bust this thing wide open.

You're bringing the

confession to the president?

Hell, no. That moron can't

read to find the men's room.

We gotta picture it for him.

Evidence. Find the rifle.

The men behind this fletcher. And the man

behind those men. Then we go to the president.

This is bigger

than we are, pa.

What the president will do is

resurrect the Pickering commission.

F***ing corpses to begin with.

Well, you accepted that

willy Arnold acted alone.

Sure as hell I did.

If I had pointed a finger

at the Russians, the Cubans,

Some goddamn hoodlums

or industrialists-

Maybe throw us

in a world war, civil war.

Sure I accepted it.

I got interests in this country.

Interests in this country?

Yeah, interests. But don't think

I fell for the Arnold theory.

I've been a hunter all my life.

I know the best of them.

And the best have trouble with one

shot of the kind that killed Tim.

Let alone three.

And then Arnold getting it from Joe

diamond, the plump saloon keeper,

While Arnolds handcuffed to

detectives surrounded by 75 rookies.

That's what I mean, pa. We need

help in this. Help? Like who?

The CIA? They smuggle my cigars

from Havana, that's what they do.

Import, export. And the FBI's

good for chasing runaways.

F***ing FBI. Gave the commission its

information in the first place, remember?

This ain't the forties anymore.

It's a whole new ball game.

We gotta be pioneers, son. We gotta

face that we're alone in the wilderness.

We got what the pioneers had,

all they had.

- The family.

- The family unit.

God blessed you, goddamn it,

with the best of families.

My international vice president,

John Cerruti,

Has files on the high and mighty

and the low and ornery...

That make the CIA. Record

look like the corner newsstand.

Information's power. And now we're gonna

use it to get to the bottom of this thing.

Then we go to the president

and congress, as a family unit.

And rub their f***ing noses

in the dirt that killed my son.

Now, get your ass out of bed.

Oh, and by the way,

you won't need the vet.

The vet?

Yeah, the vet for cocoa.

Your mother passed out last night

and smothered the mutt in her sleep.

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