EVEN
GIVE HIMSELF A RAISE.
LIVES IN BROOKLYN
IN A RABBIT HOLE.
WHATCHA 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,
BUT I'VE BEEN
HOLDING THIS THING TOGETHER
'CAUSE WHEN THIS OLD CLOCK
COMES UNDONE, YOU WATCH
- I WON'T BUY IT, PA.
- I'M STANDING BETWEEN YOU
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
'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.
[ Grunts ]
PA!
PA, TAKE MY HAND!
STUPID!
YOU WANNA GO WITH ME?
[ Creaking ]
YOU GET OUT OF THIS ALIVE, SON--
YOU GET OUT OF THIS ALIVE.
TAKE OUR MONEY
OUT OF THE WESTERN WORLD
- OH!
- BRAZIL. AH!
- AAH!
- BRAZIL! THEY'RE
[ Nick Yells ]
[ Whimpers ]
PA'S DEAD.
I'LL CONNECT YOU
WITH JOHN CERRUTI.
CALL THE POLICE, ROSEMARY.
YES, MR. KEGAN.
ARE YOU COMING BACK?
I'M PART OF THE FAMILY.
HELLO. THIS IS
YVETTE MALONE SPEAKING.
I'M NOT HOME JUST NOW,
BUT IF YOU'LL BE KIND ENOUGH
TO LEAVE YOUR NAME
I'LL CALL YOU WHEN I RETURN.
PLEASE BEGIN
AT THE TONE.
[ Beeps ]
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.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