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There they are! |
Okay, I'm slowing us down. |
I don't drink coffee. |
You must be tired. It'll wake you up. |
No, thank you. The gunfire did that. |
You're one of Stravanavitch's men. |
So, you study world events, little one. That's good for a girl your age. |
Yeah, I study world events. Five thousand Turkienistan Muslims were slaughtered in Stravanvitch's cleansings... along with 15 American school kids. You know hQw I studied that. I went to their funerals with my dad. I met their parents. |
Smart for your age, eh? Top of your class? Tell me, do you know what the word "propaganda" means? |
Yeah. Do you know what the word "asshole" means. |
The woman you shot. She was my friend. |
That's the way of the world, little one. Didn't they teach you that in school? |
Fuck off, you stupid asshole. |
It would be a pity to squander such a strong personality. |
He didn't leave us. |
You are a resilient man, Mr. |
It's not like he hasn't made us wait a few times. |
Well, you aren't the President, dear. |
Yeah, no duh. |
You don't want to say hi to your father? |
I'm sure he's busy. |
Don't you even want to ask? |
Hey Joey, how `bout a cocoa, double whip cream. |
Alice... |
Mom, just this once, give it a rest. |
You're jetlagged. We'll talk about this back... |
Back at The Fishbowl? |
We'll talk at home. You know, most girls aren't as lucky as you. For most girls seeing the Bolshoi ballet would be the experience of a lifetime. |
I know, Mom. It was great... really. |
He's in a meeting. He can't be disturbed. |
I'm sorry, honey. |
No, it's okay. After all, he is the President, right? |
When I write my memoirs I think I'll devote an entire chapter to the cocoa aboard Air Force One. |
Your father never means to be so... |
I know... But lotsa times I feel like it's me versus the world. Some kid at school teases me and the same day a plague breaks out in Bangladesh. I mean it doesn't take a genius to figure which is more important. |
Some kids were teasing you? |
That's not really the point. |
You're right and I'll tell you a secret. I know exactly how you feel. |
Big secret. You said the same thing to Newsweek. |
Mom? |
Yes dear? |
I'm sorry I was so mean to you earlier. |
Daddy. Daddy, please... |
Jim... for godsake! |
Rolfe. |
Wade? |
Yeah, brother, look, I was calling cause has there been anything on TV in Boston about a hunting accident with a guy named Twombley, Evan Twombley? |
There was something. It happened up your way. |
Yeah, I know him the kid that was with him. Maybe you do too. Jack Hewitt. He works for LaRiviere with me. He's my best friend. |
Wade, it's late. I know you're probably at Toby's, but I'm in bed reading. We got different habits. |
No, not tonight. I'm in bed too. I'm calling because I need you to listen. You're supposed to be a smart guy. You're a professor. I got this theory. Jack says he didn't see Twombley shot but he did. |
It'll come out Jack lied and the kid'll get hung for it. |
He was scheduled to testify for a committee investigating organized crime in New England and the construction business. |
Who? |
Twombley. |
No shit. |
You think Jack shot him? |
Well, it was an accident. |
They were out deer hunting, right? Jack probably heard the gun go off, then came back and found the body. |
Lillian was here. In Lawford. |
Huh? |
The night before the shooting. |
How was she? |
Picked up Jill. She was supposed to visit for the weekend for Halloween. She wanted to go home. |
Who? |
Jill. I was thinking of getting a lawyer. Maybe you can help me. |
What happened? |
A divorce lawyer. A custody lawyer. You know, 'cause of Jill. |
Don't think about it. You're exhausted. |
Yeah, I guess. |
Get some sleep. |
I get to feeling like a whipped dog some days, Rolfe, and some night I'm going to bite back. I swear it. |
Haven't you already done a bit of that? |
No, no, I haven't. Not really. I've growled a little, but I haven't bit. |
Pointless to stand around in church with nothing to do, I guess. |
What about Jill? Is Lillian bringing her? |
Anyone else want one? Rolfe? |
No thanks. I don't drink. |
Yeah. I forgot. |
What about Margie? |
What about her? |
Well, do you still plan to get married? |
Yeah. She'll probably quit her job and stay out here with Pop. We can't leave him alone here, he'll set the damn place on fire. With Jill here a lot, it'll be good to have Margie around. Things are going to change in that department, by the way. I got a custody lawyer in Concord. I'm gonna see him tomorrow. All hell's gonna break loose, but it's worth it. |
I want to let the gas run out. I don't want the bastard driving drunk, and he's always drunk now. After, we'll hide the keys. |
Anything new about the shooting? Twombley? |
I guess it was an accident, like everybody thinks. |
Want to know what I think happened? |
Find them everywhere. |
I think your first response to the Twombley shooting was the correct one. |
Which is? |
That it wasn't an accident. |
Then who shot him? |
Well, your friend, I think. Jack Hewitt. |
Motive. You gotta have a motive. |
Money. |
Who'd pay him that kind of money? Not the mob. They got their own guys. Specialists. |
They wouldn't deal with a guy like Jack. Who else benefits if Twombley is suddenly dead? |
I don't know. You tell me. |
Okay. It's likely there are people in the union who don't want Twombley to testify. They probably include his soninlaw who's vicepresident and will probably be the next president. I read that in the papers. What's his name, Mel Gordon? |
Yeah, the guy with the BMW I told you about. I did, didn't I? |
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