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.
YVETTE, NICK HERE.
UH, 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, UH, SURE IS NICE
TO HEAR YOUR VOICE.
EVEN IF IT IS RECORDED.
WELL, 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.
LOOKIN' 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.
JESUS.
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.
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
SOME LONG UNDERWEAR.
IT'LL BE
FREEZING THERE.
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
I'M GONNA LOOK
FOR HIS RIFLE.
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.
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
NOBODY'D LOOK FOR HIM, WORKING
FOR THE PRESIDENT'S FATHER, HUH?
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,
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. 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, UH,
WHAT'S THE PROBLEM