All language subtitles for Winter.Kills.1979.1080p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.LT] sdh

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

VOICE RECORDING:
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,

I'll call you when I return.

Please begin at the tone.

-(TELEPHONE BEEPING)
-Yvette, Nick here.

I just thought I'd let you know
that I'm still on Pa's ship

off the coast of Malaysia,
thinking about you.

And sure is nice to hear your voice,

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-even if it is recorded.

We're getting some rough weather here,
honey, so I guess--

They want you to go up, sir.

(HELICOPTER ENGINE RUMBLING)

MAN: Okay, let's go.

All right, now, move your asses.

Get him to sick bay, and do it now.

-Well, if it isn't Mr. Keifitz.
-Looking more like your father every day.

You came all the way 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.

You'll be our witness.
Just write down whatever he says.

Fletcher!

Do 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.

KEIFITZ: How old are you?

Fifty-eight years.

We will hear your testimony.

I shot President Kegan.

OFFICER: Jesus.

How?

I was second rifle on City Hall,

February 22, 1960.

I hit with both shots.

KEIFITZ: 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.

$25,000 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 Willie Arnold?

The Pickering Commission proved
Willie Arnold shot my brother.

Nick...

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 long underwear.

It'll be freezing there.

KEIFITZ: What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna look for his rifle.

KEIFITZ: Mm.

Whether this guy is real or not,
Pa'll 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 I've 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 19 years...

more than 16 people,

who seemingly had nothing to do
with that awful event...

have died under mysterious conditions.

MILES: 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 must've thought
nobody'd look for him

working for the president's father, huh?

We'll 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, Philadelphia's 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 have no time to lose, Captain.
-You say you're Nicholas Kegan?

-That's right.
-Got any identification?

Come on, Captain.
I've known Nick since he was a boy.

He's Tom Kegan's son.
Our late president's half brother, okay?

-You'll vouch for him?
-Of course, yes.

Good enough.
Now, what's the problem here, fellas?

It's this way, Captain.

Kegan, we did everything possible
to protect your brother here.

But you can't protect anyone
against a nut.

-903.
-Damn shame.

Police. Open up. Open up in there. Police.

You John Kullers?

We'd like to have a look
at your steam pipe, Kullers.

My steam pipe?

We'll get a search warrant if necessary.

Search warrant for a steam pipe?

CAPTAIN HELLER: How long
have you occupied these premises here?

-JOHN: Cops. Why me?
-CAPTAIN HELLER: Answer the question.

JOHN: Four years? I don't know.

CAPTAIN HELLER: Where were you
on February 22, 1960?

JOHN: 1960? What is this?

CAPTAIN HELLER: You don't remember
the day President Kegan was shot?

Carle Place, Long Island, in school.
Miss Sayer's eighth-grade English class.

Oh, yeah?

Look, I got a legitimate operation here.

All right, Miles. I'll check it.

Stand back.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(DRUMS BEATING)

MILES: I'm sorry.

Sorry? What for?

Now you'll have to live it all over again.

I could put it back.

You'll always know where it was.

(PIPE CLANKING)

(STEAM HISSING)

Close it! Close it, damn it!

Close it!

Ah, the hell with it.

What's that? What is that?
That's not mine.

Kullers, you make one sound
about what you saw here today,

and you'll be the sorriest man
in the sticks.

Boy, this will stink right up to heaven.

Yeah,
this is the kind of thing that rises.

Hey, take this.
I don't like the way it feels.

-Where to, Captain?
-Bring it to the FBI, wouldn't you say?

Why not? They probably built it.

They probably built it.

Miles!

Miles!

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Help!

Phone? Do you have--

Mr. Kegan's office.
Who's calling, operator?

Yes, we will. Hello, Mr. Kegan?

No, I'm 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. Left the ship.
That's naughty of you.

Very bad not telling headquarters.
Your father--

What? What rifle?

In Philadelphia? Well, that's astonishing.

Well, it's startling.
Shocking about Miles.

Listen, 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. You can discuss this
with your father in Rockrimmon.

And, Nick, don't panic.
Panic is counterproductive.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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 anytime now.

I've got to see him right away.

Hey, Shogun.

Shogun. Shogun.

You've been gone long time, Nick.

Shogun forget.

-Have you had dinner?
-No, not yet.

First I'd like to take a look at Pa's copy
of the full Pickering Report.

That will only make you sad.

Sad? You once told me
all knowledge was good.

I don't recall.

Actually, that not something I would say.

I'll go find Pa.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

-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.

-You all know my son, Nicholas.
-MAN: Hi, Nick.

MAN: All grown up, Nick.

He 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.

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.

(ORGAN MUSIC)

Am I disturbing you?

Mother, what are you doing here?

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.

Oh, Nicholas, Cocoa's sick.

She's sick.

-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. She'll be all right.

Keith will take her to the vet tomorrow.
They'll know what to do.

She's never been like this before.

It frightens me.

You frighten Mommy.

I'll speak to Keith before I leave.
He'll take care of it for you.

You look real handsome.

Thank you, Mom.

Listen, I got a great idea.

Let's have an Easter egg hunt on the lawn.

We'll get all dressed up.
Everybody will come.

We'll make it black-tie.

Wouldn't that be wonderful
to have a formal Easter egg hunt

on the lawn with all our friends?

You could stay for that.

It's winter.

It's the middle of winter, Mom.

But isn't it a lovely idea?

Yes, Mom, it is.

(DOOR SLAMMING OPEN)

Cocoa's sick.

You didn't tell me Nick was here.

I didn't know he was coming, Emma.

You're always mad just because Nick
doesn't wanna be president like Tim did.

He's different, that's all.

He's my son, and he's-- he's sensitive.

Different wives have different sons.

Yes, Emma.

Come on, honey. Let's go up to our room.

Flying Dr. Marshall in from Washington.

He's got some new cure
thinks maybe will help her.

Some kind of vitamins.

-I hope it works.
-It won't.

-You abandoned my ship.
-Pa--

I got 60 million bucks floating there,

and you take off
like she's Friday night's hooker.

-If you'll let me, I'll tell you why.
-Make it snappy. I got people outside.

What the hell were you doing in Philly?
I called you. You don't take my calls.

-Didn't Cerruti tell you?
-Cerruti?

I gotta hear from Cerruti?
What's he gotta do with this?

It concerns Tim, Pa.

Tim?

What about Tim?

I was on the TK when a man
named Fletcher confessed on his deathbed

that he'd been one of the two riflemen
who shot Tim.

-Bullshit.
-He told us where he'd hidden the rifle.

And this morning I found it
with Miles Garner

and Captain Heller
of the Philadelphia police.

Where is this historic weapon?

-I don't know.
-You don't know?

Everybody was killed
as we were leaving the building.

I was trying to reach you when the car
was driven away with their bodies,

and the rifle was in the car.

And this is the tale you come home with?

Keifitz heard the confession on the ship.
An orderly wrote it down.

Wrote it down?

Pa?

You all right, Pa?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Just wanted to say good night.

Oh, Keith, would you please have
a veterinarian check out Mother's dog?

Something's wrong with its leg.

I'll have it attended to.

Don't turn out the light, please.

-All right. Good night.
-Good night.

I hope I don't sound too depressed,

but so much has been happening
in the past few days.

I got a lot to tell you.

Most of all, I guess I wanna tell you
that the more I hear your voice,

the more I feel I really do love you.

Maybe I'll come to New York and make
an honest woman of you. Bye-bye.

Hello? Hello?

Hello, Nick?

Come on, boy. Wake up.

Gotta get our ass in gear.

-What time is it?
-Time for action.

I've been up all night.
Talked to Keifitz in Brunei.

Looks like you were telling the truth.

The truth? Pa, I'm your son.

Well, 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.

Fucking corpses to begin with.

You accepted that
Willie Arnold acted alone.

Sure as hell I did.

Was I to point 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.

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 Arnold's 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.

Fucking FBI gave the commission its
information in the first place, remember?

This ain't the '40s anymore.
It's a whole new ball game.

We gotta be pioneers, son.

We gotta face
that we're alone in the wilderness.

But 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 low and ornery

that make the CIA record
look like a 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 fucking noses
in the dirt that killed my son.

Now, get your ass out of that 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.

-Oh, no.
-Yeah.

Sleeps with the goddamn dog. Crazy woman.

Now, move.

I'm sorry, Mom.

(MELLOW MUSIC)

(MOVING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

You stink, Pa!

You stink!

Captain Heller died two years ago
in the Virgin Islands of a heart attack.

So Miles was either duped
or duped you with a phony.

And your wigmaker friend
jumped out the window.

Police say suicide,
'cause vandals wrecked his business.

Sit down.

No, thanks.

Now, where do we start?

Looks like we've already started.

We got three names at the top of the list:
Fletcher, Casper Jr.,

and ZK Dawson.

Dawson's the big one.
One of the richest cocksuckers in the USA.

Christ. This takes me back.

Yeah, there it is.
Tim and me in the primaries.

Dawson was up against us, pushing us hard.

You were just a kid.

Spent a lot of money in that state.
Over-the-counter, under-the-table,

tucked-into-a-box-of-cigars money.

Shit, put out 9,700
primary-day workers alone.

Most gorgeous TV commercial you ever saw.

Tim leading tanks to liberate
the Hess sector in Germany.

Geez, he looked great.

Ah, we made a big noise
in that shitty little state.

Got 53 movie stars to turn out.

And all that time, and after,

and before, and during...

everything I did...

every dime I spent...

every threat I made, I was just
leading Tim further along the road

to meet that bullet.

It sounds like
that's just what you were doing, Pa.

What?

Leading Tim along.

Listen, kid,
we find the killers of your brother,

and you'll be a hero like he was.

A fucking legend.

I don't wanna be a legend.

What the hell do you wanna be,
a goddamned piano player?

-Maybe, but I'm not very good.
-You stink. You're lousy.

-I know that.
-You know that?

You ain't a piano player,
you ain't an artist.

You got no business sense,
no political sense.

What the hell do you want anyway?
Where are your values in life?

I honestly don't know.

Do you get laid?

I ask you, do you get laid?

Yeah.

You know how many times
your brother got laid in office?

What are you, the National Enquirer?

1,072.

And with a schedule like his.

Maybe politics don't turn me on.

Your brother was a giant.
You'll be the same. You watch.

Now, I set up a meeting
with you and ZK Dawson.

He'll lie, of course,
but you'll get something from the meeting.

-No, Pa.
-What?

-I said no.
-What? Here's a map on how to get there.

He's south of Tulsa.

It's all arranged. Take it.

Take it!

Okay, Pa. For the family.

You bet your ass.

Good luck, boy. I'll be with you.

NICK: I know you will, Pa!

-Hello.
-Good afternoon. Can I help you?

Yes, I'm here to see Mr. Dawson.

-Your name, please?
-Nicholas Kegan.

Okay, go right ahead, Mr. Kegan.
ZK's on the playing field.

Take the turn to your right
before you reach the house.

That's where you'll find him.

Thank you.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Yeah, I'm ZK Dawson. Who the hell are you?

I'm Nicholas Kegan.

Get out of the vehicle.

I said, get out of the vehicle.

Speak up.

I'm Nick Kegan.

-Tom Kegan's son.
-I know that.

But what are you doing here
on my playing field, messing up our games?

-The guard said--
-I don't care what the guard told you.

I want to know what you're doing here.

-We had an appointment, Mr. Dawson.
-I'm aware of that fact.

Now, you're wasting my time.

-Well, look here--
-Watch your tone.

-Mr. Dawson--
-That's better.

Mr. Dawson, we have discovered a rifle.

We have reason to believe it's the weapon
that killed my brother in Philadelphia.

Your brother was a miserable,
cold-assed, arrogant son of a bitch.

And not a good friend of mine,
as I guess is well known to you.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

But the assassin was hired
by a man named Casper Jr.,

and as you know everyone
of importance in the area, we thought--

What I ought to do is run right over you,
flatten you like a waffle.

-Sir?
-MR DAWSON: I know why you're here.

You're here because you think I had some
part of a conspiracy killed your brother.

You and all the other conspiracy lovers
in this conspiracy-loving country.

Actually, Mr. Dawson--

Why should I kill your brother
when I'm getting rich off him?

Off his military spending,
his space spending?

His tax reduction and his crisis spending?

If your old man didn't own him already,
I might have bought him myself.

Except for his snotty personality.

I didn't come here to listen to slander,
Mr. Dawson.

Slander?

You think before you speak, young man.

Hell, they didn't teach you kids nothing
since 1944.

Hey, I didn't kill your brother.

That's a vile, cruel,
mythological invention.

But it is also an infectious invention.

When it reached the ears of my daughter,
I thought,

maybe I'll make a couple of phone calls
and really find out who did the deed.

Who might that be?

The Philadelphia police
killed your brother.

The man in charge of the operation
was a Captain Heller.

So if I was you, I'd go have a talk
with that man. That's my opinion.

He's dead.

Then I'd track down a sidekick of his.

Man named Ray Doty.

-Thank you.
-Yeah, well, you're welcome.

Now I'm gonna tell you one more thing.

I'm gonna give you
a head start of 30 seconds.

And then me and my boys here,
we're coming after you.

-Sir?
-You heard me.

We still got some private property
in this country.

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

(ENGINES REVVING)

(EXPLOSIONS BOOMING)

I'm looking for a passenger
named Nicholas Kegan.

-Mr. Kegan?
-NICK: Yes?

Telephone call for you.

Please hurry. We're beginning our descent.

-You have a telephone call for me here?
-Please.

I have a telephone call up here.

PA KEGAN: Where the hell is he?

Pa?

PA KEGAN: You didn't call me
when you left Dawson.

Pa, there are hundreds of people
on board. We're about to land.

PA KEGAN: Maybe, but I'm still losing money
on this airline. What'd Dawson say?

He says it's Heller
in the Philadelphia police.

Says I should talk to a cop named Ray
Doty. He also fired on my car with tanks.

PA KEGAN: The old coot.
Ray Doty. I'll arrange it.

That why you're going to New York?

PILOT: Come on. Come on.

-No, I'm gonna see my girl.
-PA KEGAN: Girl? What girl?

Just a girl, Pa. Look, I gotta go.

PA KEGAN: Forget the girl. You go see Doty.
By the way, Keifitz is dead.

-Keifitz?
-PA KEGAN: Died in Brunei.

Keifitz?

-What about the confession?
-PA KEGAN: Orderly's dead too.

-Fell off the toilet and broke his neck.
-What?

MAN ON RADIO:
414.414, where are you?

414 approaching northwest.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

It's safe to talk in here.

These lights stay on all the time?

Day and night, all year round.

They never know what time it is.
Just keep laying those eggs.

And they never hatch.

Never do.

Give 'em hormones, of course.

And amphetamines. Keeps 'em going.

They're all on speed.

Jittery as hell.

My father's information agency
has paid you. Is this...

I took the cash.

Just like in the old days.

Once a cop, always a cop.

Wish I was back on the force sometimes.

So how did Casper Jr. get to you?

Oh, he didn't get to us.

He got to Joe Diamond.

You do that very well.

RAY: Now, you gotta understand that
Joe Diamond was a notorious cop lover.

-I mean, a real cop lover.
-Jim, another beer.

He always kept this nightclub
full of rookies.

Drinking beer, getting high.

Anyway, the meeting was set up
between Diamond and an old pal of his.

Took place in Tucson.

(TRAIN HORN WHISTLING)

How you been, Gameboy?

Oh, older and fatter, uglier.

Like you.

I don't know.

-Did you eat?
-Yeah.

What'd you eat?

Pastrami on whole wheat with celery tonic.

Any good?

-Lousy.
-Tucson.

Don't ever order the Wild West pastrami.
Sit down.

It's like old times.

You remember us in Atlantic City?

Maybe. Maybe not.

But I got a contract for you.

One of the biggest contracts
ever handed out anywhere.

Me? I'm a restaurant man.

You're also a thief
who was crazy enough to steal

from Moey and Sam
and Morris and Uncle Louie.

I wanna pay back.

You are fucking right.

I can pay back?

When you handle this hit,
you'll be paying back.

A hit?

Why me?

There must be 200 mechanics around here
can make any hit better than me.

I told 'em. No good.

Those guys aren't political.

I'm political?

You were in Cuba.

Very good friends with a certain minister.

I thought about you a lot, Gameboy.

You have a commie background
in the FBI files.

Commie?
I was out of Cuba ten years before Castro.

Joe, what do you want from me?
You were in Cuba.

-This is crazy.
-Anyways, you gotta make the hit.

Who's the contract?

There are two.
We've already taken care of the first one.

You make the second hit.
A kid named Willie Arnold.

I don't know him.

And who's the first?

President Kegan.

RAY: So Diamond went back to Philly
to get a hold of Captain Heller.

Heller was my superior officer
at the time.

He was a great family man.

Seven daughters and a big house.

Daughters are expensive.

(SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

After the assassination,

Diamond's job was to shoot
the phony assassin,

Willie Arnold, in the police station.

Heller was paid to get an in.

Heller was terrific at organization.

Our last meeting took place
right here at this farm.

Here's two sets of keys
to the Engleson Building.

Get 'em to the Texan
when he arrives tomorrow.

Right, Captain.

Willie Arnold should be planted in
the TV center warehouse by half past 9:00.

The motorcade will pass
towards city hall at 12:30.

Ray will give you your rifle and shells

to have Arnold throw on the floor
as evidence.

Tell Willie Arnold to go home
after the real hit.

And if we need him,
we'll send a patrol car for him.

Ray will give you the rest of the details.

And when we arrest Arnold after the hit,
you know what you have to do, right, Joe?

Yeah, I know.

There are a lot of things
we gotta consider here.

All right, cut it out, will you? Come on.

NICK: How did they find Diamond?

-RAY: Who?
-NICK: Casper Jr. and his people.

Figures to me the mob found him.

Diamond was with the boys
in Cleveland, Chicago, Detroit.

Why would the mob
want to kill the president?

Business reasons.

I heard a very big man
in the syndicate say one day

that Kegan took $2 million
in campaign contributions from the boys

and then didn't do anything about it.

Nonsense.

Tim didn't need the money.

Who knows?

Anyway, whoever did it
still has a terrific amount of clout

19 years after it happened.

Yeah.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello?

NICK: You're home!

Nick? How wonderful.

NICK: I've been trying
to reach you for days.

-YVETTE: Where are you?
-Grand Central. I'm--

-I'm on my way over, okay?
-YVETTE: Okay. I can't wait.

Yvette.

Oh, I got something to tell you.
I can't believe you're real!

Yeah, well, I'm not real.

I'm just a more complicated new machine.

You're what?

You come on over and see
what this new machine can do.

NICK: I'm on my way.

I can't wait.

-I love you.
-YVETTE: Then come and get me.

(YVETTE SCREAMING)

Somebody's gonna call the police!

Marry me. Marry me!

Oh, marry me.

Marry me!

-Marry me.
-Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes!

Oh, you make me so happy.

Someone's gonna call the police.

Hi.

YVETTE: Hi.

-When should we do it?
-Let me rest a minute first.

No, I mean get married.

Get married?

You just said yes.

I always say yes at those times.
But not about marriage.

What?

Come on. Up.

-I'll be right back.
-Why won't you marry me?

You hardly know me.

NICK: We see each other.
I talk to you all the time.

You talk to my machine.

-So what? I can tell the difference.
-YVETTE: That's a beginning.

I'm making an honest proposal of marriage.

Tell you what. I'll give you a copy
of my answering machine tape.

You can take it with you.

-Come on. Don't toy with me.
-I'm serious.

We'll have this huge wedding
in Saint Patrick's Cathedral.

Saint Patrick's? What if I'm Jewish?

That doesn't matter.
Pa knows the cardinal.

You see, darling?
You know nothing about me.

I know all I need to know.

YVETTE: You know what? That you're in love
with my answering machine?

I'll know you better later on.

Do you know what I do for a living?

It doesn't matter.
You won't ever have to work again.

But I want to work.

I'm assistant editor at National Magazine.

Maybe Pa owns it. Do you want a promotion?

I want my own life too, Nick.

I'll buy you whatever you want.

No.

-NICK: You just said no.
-YVETTE: I said no.

How can you say a thing like that?

Why complicate things?

We have great sex, freedom,
no kids, no responsibilities.

Why duplicate the messes others make?

-But we don't have to.
-You mean we can make a mess of our own?

-Who knows what'll happen?
-Don't ask me anymore, Nick.

I adore you. I really do.

But the answer's going to stay the same.

I'd tell you why if I could, but I can't.

Don't say you can't. Say you don't want.

I don't want.

Then forget it.

All right.

-I think I'd better leave.
-If you want to.

I have a friend coming over
if you'd like to meet her.

-A friend? Who?
-Patty.

She's from the magazine. You'd dig her.

Dig her? What does that mean?

Whatever you want it to mean.
God, you're just like the others.

Others? How many are there?

Fewer and fewer.

Oh, I get it. You're into women.

-I am a woman.
-You know what I'm talking about.

Nope. And I won't marry a person
I can't understand.

Good night.

Call the machine whenever you want,
darling. It only goes one way.

Mr. Wilson?

Good evening.

Mr. Kegan. This is a pleasant surprise.

-Can I have my key, please?
-Certainly.

My, you're looking worse
than I've ever seen you, sir.

-I've been traveling.
-It certainly doesn't agree with you.

-Good night.
-Good night.

I'll alert the staff that you're
in residence. And get some sleep.

Welcome home, Nick. It's good to see you.

Good to see you too, Raymond.

The maid is freshening your room, sir.

Get me a double, please, Raymond.

A double what, sir?

On second thought, make it a triple.

A triple what, sir?

VOICE RECORDING: Hello. This is
Yvette Malone speaking. I'm not home just now.

I hate this machine!

VOICE RECORDING: ...kind enough to leave
your name and telephone number,

I'll call you when I return.

Please begin at the tone.

Hello, Yvette, listen,
I'm sorry I was so rude.

I didn't, you know--
I didn't listen to you or anything.

The only thing I want you to know is that
I still care about you and wanna see you.

Why don't we have lunch tomorrow
at the Lorraine, huh? 12:30.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

RAYMOND: Nicholas?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Help! Help! Help!

Raymond!

Jesus!

I brought your drink, sir.

Hello. This is Nick Kegan.
A maid just left my room.

Have security stop her, please.
She tried to kill me.

Sorry I'm late.

-I'm glad you came.
-Well, me too.

I hate saying good-bye to a naked man.

NICK: Excuse me.

-Yes, sir. Can I help you?
-We'd like a table, please.

For the two of you?

-Yeah, someplace we can talk.
-Well, I'm sorry, sir.

We don't allow ladies in trousers
in the dining area.

You what?

It's no problem.

You know what happened to me this morning?

I got out of the taxi, and the cabdriver
followed me on the sidewalk,

swearing at me because he didn't think
I tipped him enough. Imagine that?

Madam, we will have to ask you to leave.

We're staying, my friend. She's got you.

Impossible.

My name is Nicholas Kegan.

My father owns this place.

I'm awfully sorry, sir.

I didn't recognize you.

Please, right this way.

-Right this way.
-Thank you.

Listen, I'm-- I'm sorry about last night.

I got about six different kinds
of jet lag.

No, I understand.

Tell me,
where were you one week ago today?

Brisbane, Australia.

Oh, Brisbane.

Ah, the Coral Sea, stonefish,

Captain Cook sweeping north
through that treacherous channel.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Yeah. Look, Yvette...

I still wanna marry you.

Is that why this lunch?

No.

No, I need your magazine's help.

Maybe it's your magazine.

I need to contact someone in the mob--
someone big.

-What for?
-It is not to be talked about.

I cross my heart.

I also need everything in your files
on Joe Diamond.

-Joe Diamond?
-Who he knew in the mob, who knew him.

What for? Does it concern your brother?

We have reason to believe

that we're on the track
of uncovering a conspiracy.

A conspiracy?

Three days ago...

I met the true assassin of my brother.

Is this on the level?

Now, I want to find out
who actually hired Diamond.

Not the go-between. I wanna find
the man who is responsible for this.

Well, sure. It'll cost.

It cost to have my brother killed.
I think we can pay whatever it costs

to find those who...

who did it to him.

And I don't want any press until I say so.

Are you offering us the exclusive?

Thank you.

If you come up with the contacts.

Wow. This is big.

I mean, really big.

I mean, wow.

You know, when I'm with you, the--

Wow.

Yvette?

Yvette?

You know, Tim...

he had thousands of women, and I've--

I've actually only had 12.

And I know that may seem
conservative to you.

Oh, listen, honey.

You get me this story,
I'll get you all you want.

-Are you listening to me?
-I sure am.

And if you want this story,
I gotta get my tail in gear.

I'll call you from the magazine.
Thanks for lunch.

-Lunch?
-This news makes my day. It's wonderful.

Excuse me.

PA KEAGAN: What the hell were you doing
with that broad at lunch today?

NICK: She's a friend of mine.

Are you screwing her?

Oh, I forgot.
You're the Boy Scout of the family.

Tim always shared information
on his broads.

I'm not Tim.

PA KEAGAN: Where'd you meet her?

Keifitz introduced us
in Paris one weekend.

She's the press. I said no press.

I need contacts with the mob.

I'm in business, for Christ's sake.
Been dealing with the mob for years.

But you go to some dame
you got the hots for and spill everything.

-That's wrong.
-PA KEAGAN: Like hell.

Cerruti played the whole lunch to me
ten minutes ago.

-You had us bugged?
-It's my restaurant, son.

Lot of people more important than you
make deals there.

Of course I have it bugged.

Telephone for you, sir.

-I'll take it in my room.
-Take it here.

Cerruti's recording it anyhow.

Hello.

Hello, Yvette.

You what? Already?

Yeah, you sure do.

How much?

Who is it?

Uh-huh. Cleveland?

All right, I'll catch the next plane.

And thanks.

Who are you meeting?

Someone named Irving Mentor.

Yvette says he's the magazine's
direct line to the mob.

I'll check on him.
I got something for you.

What you scared of?

I don't want you in any more situations
you can't handle.

I don't want a gun.

Look, somebody tried
to kill you last night.

This ain't no treasure hunt you're on.

Pa, I'm not gonna carry a gun.

I admire the way you fought off
that killer, boy, single-handedly.

It was only the maid.

Ah, trained killer.
We got her, by the way.

-We got her?
-Yeah. Working her over now.

My people are on this all the way.

All right.
If you won't carry a gun, take this.

For my peace of mind, if nothing else.

You're amazing.

Take these brass knuckles too.

But don't lose them.
They have a sentimental value.

Thanks.

I'll see you in Cleveland.

I'll be in the hospital.

Oh, nothing's wrong.
Six months' blood change is all.

-Blood change?
-Yeah.

I take it from the kids at Amherst.

Got a deal with the Red Cross.
For the circulation.

I'll see you, Pa.

PA KEAGAN:
Call me from Cleveland.

I'm looking for Irving Mentor.

Never heard of him.

My name is Nick Kegan.

I bought you coffee.

-Cream?
-No, thanks.

You got the cash?

-Better count it.
-You bet your ass.

Okay.

The contract for the hit
came from Gameboy Baker.

Gameboy Baker?

You got it.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute.

-Sorry. This ain't a social visit.
-It's not worth 15 grand either. Sit down.

Sit down or give me my money back.

Watch your language.
These are my boys, you know.

Get outta here.

Tell me about this...

Gameboy Baker.

Joe Diamond is from the old neighborhood.

Small-time thief. No sense.

It was Gameboy Baker
who helped set Joe up in his nightclub.

-Irving, how are you?
-Only Joe wasn't paying back

cause he was too busy supporting
some of the local rookies.

I was the one who delivered the message

that Moey and Sam
and Morris and Uncle Louie

wanted a conversation with him.

So Joe skipped to Cuba,
and by the time the boys found him,

he was in bed with every
feygele politician in Havana.

Joe took protection from his Cuban friend

and went back to his club in Philly.

But he still owed the boys an obligation,

which he paid back on that day
he shot Willie Arnold.

-Open the door. The smoke's getting to me.
-That could be a signal or something.

Open the door,
or I'll shove the cigar down your throat.

Eighty-five cents, wholesale.

-Now, who is Casper Jr.?
-A Hollywood agent.

What?

Deals for Harry Small,
head of Federal Studios.

Why would people like that
want to kill a president?

That particular president
cost that studio $50 million

when he stopped screwing Ella Mae Irving,
and she killed herself.

I give you $15,000,
and you tell me gossip.

Where there's smoke, there's fire.
What can I tell you?

Hold it, hold it. Just a moment.

What the hell?

What are you feeding us? The cat's dead.

What is this?

(EXPLOSION BOOMING)

WOMAN ON P.A.:
Calling Dr. Rogers.

Telephone call, Dr. Rogers.

My father's a patient here.

Your name?

Nicholas Kegan.

Thank you, Doctor.

Federal Studios? Hell, you couldn't spot
a nigger in a snowbank.

I'm telling you what he said.

I got interlocking companies
controlling Federal.

Her last two pictures lost money.

Harry Small was glad
to get out of her contract.

You gotta stop chasing mare tails, boy.

I fixed up a meeting for you
with Frank Mayo.

-Mayo?
-Heard of him, huh?

Grand vizier of the underworld.

-NICK: I thought he was in jail.
-PA KEAGAN: Upstate, maximum security.

I got him out to meet with you
this afternoon.

NICK: What can he tell me
that Mentor didn't know?

What did Mentor know? Nothing.

You tell that broad of yours
she owes you 15 grand. Have a pastry?

-You think that sugar's good for you?
-It's my hospital.

Own what you use.

Nothing competes today
with owning a hospital.

No customer credit.
Pay in advance or get out.

UNIQUE PRODUCT: pain.

Laundry alone throws off enough
to pay the orderlies and the lab.

-And what the lab turns over--
-When is the meeting with Mayo?

I'm talking business here.

You should see the net
on what the lab throws off.

I own 27 hospitals in 15 major cities.
Wish I had more.

Where is the meeting with Frank Mayo, Pa?

Grant's Tomb, 4:00.

Hey, Nick.

Would you like a little?

No, thanks, Pa.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Please sit down.

Pa says that you have some information
on Joe Diamond.

Oh, yeah, but...

before we get into that, I...

I want to tell you
that I'm apologetic about--

about what happened to your brother,
even at this late date.

But, unfortunately, Mr. Kegan,

you always hear about
these things too late.

I was in Key Biscayne at the time.

But I could have done nothing anyway,

because it wasn't our business, see?

They did it on their own.

Mr. Mayo...

who actually made the contract
to kill the president?

See what I mean?

That, for me, has always been a mystery.
I don't know.

What about Diamond's connections in Cuba?

Diamond had no connections in Cuba.

Irving Mentor says he did.

Irving Mentor.

Mm-mmm. I never heard of him.

Who send you to this-- to this Mentor man?

A friend.

That's funny.

No, no, no. Diamond was never in Cuba.

I'm told he was out of-- out of Chicago.

Mr. Kegan...

you're getting the runaround here.

I'm sorry, sir.

Personnel has no record
of any Yvette Malone.

-She works here.
-Apparently not.

Well, could you check again?
You must have a record of her.

Sir, this is National Magazine.

Everything we must have, we have.

Thank you.

It's no good, mister.

The lady in 12-G is 62 years old, huh?

Drinks like a fish.

But Yvette lived here. I visited her here.

Why don't you try number 86?
Maybe you got the wrong building.

You have nobody of that description?

Buddy, we haven't had a good-looking
woman in this building in four years.

Floor upon floor of ugly people
is all we got.

Here's 50 bucks. I gotta find her.

Make it a hundred.

I'll tell you everything I know.

Okay, here's a hundred.

I already told you everything I know.

No such person
ever occupied these premises.

-Look here, mister.
-Hold on, cocksucker.

You can't buy me, huh?

You don't accept my word for it,
you deserve to pay. Get out of my--

Come on! I'll bop your skull open,
you bastard, you!

Your money can't buy me!
You give me the creeps. Get out of here!

Go on!

Filthy bastard, you.

You give me the creeps, all of you! Go on!

Then I'll say good night, sir.

-Oh, Raymond.
-Sir?

Do we have any Ovaltine?

Ovaltine?

I think I'd like some
before I go to sleep tonight.

Seem to remember when I was a kid,
I had this cup with a Borden's cow on it.

Cow, sir?

Oh, just give me a glass of milk.

Very good, sir.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Boy! I have come back for you!

Now, wait! Wait! Hey!

Hey! Wakey, wakey, wakey! It's me!

-You're a dead ghost!
-Like hell I am.

-Pa said you're dead.
-Do I look dead?

I need some sleep, but...

they're still dredging for my body,
and I've still got it.

Then you're not dead.

No. I got an obit in the Times...

but I am not dead.

Now, when they got the medic,

I figured it was healthier
not to be alive.

Yeah.

Ain't you glad to see me?

It's a conundrum.

Riddles within riddles.

Now Yvette's gone.

That broad we met in Paris?
The one you kept calling?

-I wanna marry her.
-You're gonna give the whole thing up?

Someone is trying to teach me
a lesson in futility.

Why am I the only one who wasn't killed?

They will run you dizzy.

They will pile falsehood
on top of falsehood,

until you can't tell a lie from the truth,
and you won't even want to.

That's how the powerful keep their power.
Don't you read the papers?

You've got to accept
that there is a world outside of you,

and that you affect that world.

Your dad knows it.

Pa thinks Moses lied
about the Ten Commandments,

because what God really said was,
Do what you want, but don't get caught.

Pa's awareness is global.

Yeah, so is mud.

Nick, use him.

Use the organization.

He's got more clout
than the common market,

and you're taking the advice
of a broad who's probably a plant.

Now, you could've been killed
in that diner.

I thought you liked staying alive.

Come on.

I'm gonna find her.

KEIFITZ: Go to Cerruti.
He works for you, remember?

-What about you?
-I'm gonna stay dead for a while.

I feel healthier that way.

Where are you going?

NICK: Gonna order Cerruti
to produce Yvette.

This is the contract silo, Nick.

Contracts, contracts, contracts.

Agreements kept, agreements broken.

Papers, papers, papers.

Signatures.

Your father's holograph signature

on his interlocking companies
going back, oh, 30 years.

Also, those of diplomats,
authors, and inventors.

Tax deals, foundation deals.

Signatures of presidents and sheikhs.

Signatures to put men away
for, oh, decades.

Destroy careers, public lives,
marriages, estates.

Love affairs.

Letters of passion,
indiscretion, and conspiracy

acquired by your father's
intelligence network.

Letters to persuade a man
to close a deal or leave a job

or sell out on his brother.

Data necessary to sustain
a financial empire.

And here--

here are the spoken words, Nicholas.

Voices and sounds.

And visuals.

Pictures on microfilm, movies, video.

Marvelous little gadgets
that document verbatim

all your father's conversations
with all his people,

and his people's conversations
with others.

From our satellite,
we can watch everything.

Nasty wars in Africa, troop movements,
ship movements, nuclear tests,

the Sinai, the Panama Canal.

Every little thing to check an investment,
buy us in or out.

Even tonight, while most
of our workers sleep, it goes on.

Take a coffee break, gentlemen.

I have a rare visitor,
and we'd like to be alone.

Information. Black holes of information.

Galaxies within galaxies.

Multiple expanding universes
of information.

Aren't you glad you came?

Pa never allowed the family
here in his office.

Ah, misjudgment.

You'll run all this someday.
You'll need to know.

All this, and you couldn't
find my brother's killer?

I'm so glad you're here.

I receive so few outsiders.
Who to trust? Who to trust?

All of the nerves, but none of the flesh.

End of our social. Why did you come here
without an appointment?

What do you want?

I want to find Yvette Malone.

-Impossible. She's been kidnapped.
-Kidnapped?

Yeah. Abducted, swept away,
taken off, snatched, kidnapped.

By whom?

The kidnappers. Bad guys. Casper Jr.

Where are you going?

To find my father.

I just realized.

He's been keeping me alive.
He's protecting me.

She's involved, Nick.

Miss Malone's involved.

It wasn't the tubesters who got
to Diamond. We have new information.

While you sleep, we continue.

Who was it?

You met the man this afternoon.
Frank Mayo.

It was Lola Comante who got to Mayo
and had the president killed.

Miss Lola Comante.

CERRUTI: Thrice married by 23,
movie queen at 30,

Lola entered middle age
as friend of the shady and legit alike,

with the special power
of a president's procuress.

Lola got Tim his girls,
and he blessed her with fame and fortune.

Tim enjoyed her favors
and the favors of her friends

in the privacy of Rockrimmon.

(HELICOPTER ENGINE RUMBLING)

Sanctioned and abetted by your father,

who occasionally indulged in Lola himself,

and who also had some
business connections with her.

Until it all ended one day
when Lola tried to collect on a deal.

Enchanted by ambition as she was,

Lola had arranged
a $2 million campaign contribution

from the family of Frank Mayo.

Mayo wanted the president
to kick out Castro

and restore the casinos to Havana.

But the president was aware
of no such contribution and no such deal.

It was your father
who had accepted the money from Lola.

When'd you get so lily-white, son?

You been reading your own press?

This thing's gone to your head.

Sure, I took that cash.

You think you got those votes
on your good looks?

I bought 'em and I paid for 'em,
and when I needed cash, I got it.

Now, you remember your debts.

You want out of this Cuban thing,
you gotta pay back another way.

And be nice to Lola. She's on your side.

Where you going?

Hey. Where you going?

Come back here! I'm your father!

Goddamn it!
Why do you think I got you this job?

To review the fucking fleet?

CERRUTI: The president broke all contact
with your father on this matter,

and with Lola as well.

He never spoke to either one again.

NICK: So Tim turned against Pa?

It hurt your father a great deal,

both personally and financially.

Then it was Mayo who killed my brother,
and you've known it all along.

A qualified no on both counts.

-ZK Dawson.
-The guy in the tank?

No, no, no. Not that asshole.

The real Dawson,
who hasn't left Venezuela since 1956.

Your Oklahoma adventure
was a little something I cooked up.

You cooked up?

Yes. A scene, a skit.

Rather humorous, I thought, with a point.

And what can the point be, Mr. Cerruti?

You see, it wasn't Dawson himself
who plotted your brother's assassination.

It was his only daughter,

formerly Maggie Dawson,
then Mrs. Luigi Bellini,

and lately--

Yvette?

The attraction between you two
becomes Romeo and Juliet-ish, no?

-Opposing families.
-That is ridiculous!

Don't snap at me, you.

She plotted the whole thing.

She was your brother's mistress too.
Bet you didn't know that.

Where is she now?

Yvette? I told you. Kidnapped.

By whom?

By whom? By the kidnappers.

Bad guys. Casper Jr.

You are lying, Cerruti.

No one's allowed up here, Nick.

Tell me where she is, or I'm gonna
blow this whole thing wide open.

No way, Mr. Kegan. You're not
to be believed. What have you got?

A half a dozen different scenarios,
all going in opposite directions.

Fantasies.

They'd lock you away in the booby bin.
You're no threat to me.

You give me this information,
or I'm gonna get it the old-fashioned way.

Oh, the old-fashioned way. I see.

What are you gonna do, break my arms?

God, it's painful to see you like this,
Nick.

It's painful to see you suffering
under a delusion so intense,

so aggravating, that you actually believe
that you have the nerve to come in here

and threaten me like this.

You're just not the type.

Did you hear that?
Did you hear that, you clown?

You've broken my arm.

Is it him?

Is it Pa? Is it him?

Please tell me.

Is it Pa?

CERRUTI: Ow!

Is it Pa, Cerruti?

Your legs are next.

Cerruti, is it Pa?

Your father spent $11 million
to raise your brother up

from a skirt-chasing college boy
to president of the United States.

For 20 years, he told him what to do,
and how and why he was gonna do it,

and what would happen when it was done.

Your father put Tim in the White House.
Why?

Because that's where
you can generate the most cash.

A cold-ass business proposition
like everything else in this society.

But your brother decided
to stir up the population,

began to think
we were all living in a democracy.

He started believing it.

Lunch with de Gaulle,
dinner with Khrushchev.

The whole razzle-dazzle went to his head.

Yet in spite of the fact
that everybody in this country lives

in the same dog-eat-dog way,

grabbing any angle to make a buck,

if you were to inform them
that your father had Tim killed,

they'd wanna tear the old man apart
limb from limb.

Pa had-- Pa had him killed?

What the hell?
That's the system you wanted, Nick,

and that's the system you've got.

The whole secret, as your father says,
is not to get caught.

I want to find Yvette.

Yvette Malone was a professional actress
named Jenny O'Brien,

but I don't think
she wants to see you today, Nick.

She's the guest of a freshman anatomy
class at Kegan University Medical School,

and she's kind of tied up right now,
if you get the picture.

You get the picture, Nick?

You get the picture?

You get the picture, Nick?

(SOFT MUSIC)

Don't touch.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

-PA KEAGAN: What the hell?
-He was caught trying to enter, Mr. Kegan.

That's my son.

MAN: He refused to tell us
his name, Mr. Kegan.

Rosemary will call Dr. Grokest
when she comes in.

You sure made a night of it, boy.

You should've called first.
Oughta know that by now.

I'll get you some whiskey.

You want those fellas fired,
I'll have 'em fired.

Good men though.

You gonna pass out on me?

Pa, Cerruti told me everything.

You saw Cerruti?

You killed him.

Your own son.

Was it really for money?

Rosemary, where the hell are my cigars?

Rosemary!

A wise man fools the doctors.

Was it for money?

Where did you get the balls
to suggest to me

that I'd have your brother murdered
for some additional cash?

The president of my country.

Is this an attack, son? A conspiracy?
Have you gone over to the enemy?

Or are you mad?

For money.

Shame.

For shame on you.

Somewhere deep in your soul, Pa...

you want to get caught and punished.

Like a petty thief
back to the scene of a crime.

Petty thief, hell.

I'm the king of thieves,

the Jupiter of thieves.

But I'm not a killer.

There he is.

And there, and there.

My guardian angel,

my unseen listener,

John Cerruti.

Somewhere in the air,

recording, peeking in.

John Cerruti killed Tim.

Cerruti.

He did it with my men and my money.

And the profits went into my companies.

When he told me he'd killed my son,
there was nothing I could do against him,

cause every finger in the country
would point to me,

Tim's own pa.

And you too, and our family.

No, Pa.

You think I'm in control here?

I'm nothing but a goddamn front.

Cerruti has run everything
since the day Tim was shot.

And the darndest part...

don't even give himself a raise.

Lives in Brooklyn in a rabbit hole.

-What you doing?
-I'm calling the police.

You begging to die?

You got eyes in that empty head?

Look, I'm an old man.

Skin sagging, false teeth,
eyes milking over.

But I've been holding this thing together
with the minutes ticking by,

cause when this old clock comes undone,
you watch where the wheels will fly.

I won't buy it, Pa.

I'm standing between you
and darkest night, son.

The other side of me is chaos.

Hold it, Keifitz. We won't need the gun.

Won't need the gun?

God, son,
it must've been the milkman after all,

cause you sure as hell
ain't no part of me.

That man damn well needs his gun...

cause he's gonna shoot you with it.

(GUN FIRING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Pa, take my hand!

-Stupid! You wanna go with me?
-Take my hand, Pa!

You get out of this alive, son.
You get out of this alive.

Take our money out of the Western world
and put it in South America.

-NICK: Oh!
-Brazil.

Brazil! They're the next ones up.

Pa's dead.

I'll connect you with John Cerruti.

Call the police, Rosemary.

Yes, Mr. Kegan.

Are you coming back?

NICK: I'm part of the family.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

VOICE RECORDING: 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,

I'll call you when I return.

Please begin at the tone.

(PHONE BEEPING)

NICK: Hello, honey.

This is Nick.

I just wanted to hear
your voice once more.

And I wanted to tell you that I love you,

and I'll miss you.

Bye.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)