mc.risingsun-第44节

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ow　for　sure。　And　the　guy　says　that　on　behalf　of　Nakamoto　he　is　requesting　Captain　Connor　be　assigned　to　the　case。〃
　〃The　caller　didn't　identify　himself？〃
　〃Sure　he　did。　I　made　him　identify　himself。　And　I　wrote　down　the　name。　Koichi　Nishi。〃
　〃And　he　was　from　Nakamoto？〃
　〃That's　what　he　said；〃　Hoffmann　said。　〃I'm　just　sitting　there；　working　the　phone；　what　the　hell　do　I　know。　I　mean；　this　morning　Nakamoto　is　formally　protesting　the　fact　that　Connor　was　assigned　to　the　case　and　saying　they　have　nobody　named　Koichi　Nishi　employed　by　them。　They're　claiming　it's　all　a　fabrication。　But　let　me　tell　you；　somebody　called　me。　I'm　not　making　it　up。〃
　〃I'm　sure　you're　not；〃　Connor　said。　〃You　say　the　caller　had　an　accent？〃
　〃Yeah。　His　English　was　pretty　good；　you　know；　almost　hip；　but　there　was　a　definite　accent。　The　only　thing　I　thought　was　funny　was　that　he　seemed　to　know　a　hell　of　a　lot　about　you。
　〃Oh？〃
　〃Yeah。　First　thing　he　says　to　me；　do　I　know　your　phone　number　or　should　he　give　it　to　me。　I　say　I　know　the　number。　I'm　thinking；　I　don't　need　some　Japanese　to　tell　me　the　phone　numbers　of　people　on　the　force。　Then　he　says；　you　know；　Captain　Connor　doesn't　always　answer　his　phone。　Be　sure　to　send　somebody　down　there　to　pick　him　up。〃
　〃Interesting；〃　Connor　said。
　〃So　I　called　Pete　Smith；　and　told　him　to　swing　by　and　pick　you　up。　And　that's　all　I　knew。　I　mean；　this　is　all　in　the　context　of　some　political　problem　they're　having　at　Nakamoto。　I　knew　Graham　was　unhappy。　I　figured　other　people　were　unhappy；　too。　And　everybody　knows　Connor　has　special　relationships　with　the　munity；　so　I　put　it　through。　And　now　there　is　all　this　shit　ing　down。　Fucking　beats　me。〃
　〃Tell　me　about　the　shit；〃　Connor　said。
　〃It　starts　maybe　eleven　o'clock　last　night；　when　the　chief　called　me　about　Graham。　Why　did　I　assign　Graham。　I　tell　him　why。　But　he's　still　not　happy。　Then　right　at　the　end　of　my　watch；　maybe　five　a。m。；　there　is　the　business　about　how　Connor　got　brought　in。　How　did　it　happen；　why　did　it　happen。　And　now　there's　a　story　in　the　Times　and　this　whole　thing　about　racism　by　the　police。　I　don't　know　which　way　to　turn　here。　I　keep　explaining　I　did　the　routine　thing。　By　the　book。　Nobody　is　buying　that。　But　it's　true。〃
　〃I'm　sure　it　is；〃　Connor　said。　〃Just　one　more　thing；　Fred。　Did　you　ever　listen　to　the　original　metro　call？〃
　〃Damn　right　I　did。　I　heard　it　about　an　hour　ago。　Why？〃
　〃Did　the　voice　that　called　in　sound　like　Mr。　Nishi？〃
　Hoffmann　laughed。　〃Christ。　Who　knows；　Captain。　Maybe。　You're　asking　me　if　one　Asian　voice　sounds　like　another　Asian　voice　I　heard　earlier。　Honestly；　I　don't　know。　The　original　voice　on　the　call　sounded　pretty　confused。　Maybe　in　shock。　Maybe　on　drugs。　I'm　not　sure。　All　I　know　is；　whoever　Mr。　Nishi　actually　was；　he　knew　a　hell　of　a　lot　about　you。〃
　〃Well；　that's　very　helpful。　Get　some　rest。〃　Connor　thanked　him；　and　hung　up。　I　pulled　off　the　freeway　and　headed　down　Wilshire；　to　our　meeting　with　Senator　Morton。
　
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　〃Okay；　Senator；　now　look　this　way；　please　。　。　。　a　little　more　。　。　。　that's　it；　that's　very　strong；　very　masculine；　I　like　it　a　lot。　Yes；　bloody　good。　Now　I　will　need　three　minutes；　please。〃　The　director；　a　tense　man　wearing　a　bomber　jacket　and　a　baseball　cap；　climbed　down　off　the　camera　and　barked　orders　in　a　British　accent。　〃Jerry；　get　a　scrim　there；　the　sun　is　too　bright。　And　can　we　do　something　about　his　eyes？　I　need　a　little　fill　in　the　eyes；　please。　Ellen？　You　see　the　shine　on　his　right　shoulder。　Flag　it；　love。　Pull　the　collar　smooth。　The　microphone　is　visible　on　his　tie。　And　I　can't　see　the　gray　in　his　hair。　Bring　it　up。　And　straighten　out　the　carpeting　on　the　ground　so　he　doesn't　trip　when　he　walks；　people。　Please。　e　on　now。　We're　losing　our　lovely　light。〃
　Connor　and　I　were　standing　to　one　side；　with　a　cute　production　assistant　named　Debbie　who　held　a　clipboard　across　her　breasts　and　said　meaningfully；　〃The　director　is　Edgar　Lynn。〃
　〃Should　we　recognize　that　name？〃　Connor　said。
　〃He's　the　most　expensive　and　most　sought…after　mercial　director　in　the　world。　He　is　a　great　artist。　Edgar　did　the　fantastic　Apple　1984　mercial；　and　。　。　。　oh；　lots　of　others。　And　he　has　directed　famous　movies；　too。　Edgar　is　just　the　best。〃　She　paused。　〃And　not　too　crazy。　Really。〃
　Across　from　the　camera；　Senator　John　Morton　stood　patiently　while　four　people　fussed　with　his　tie；　his　jacket；　his　hair；　his　makeup。　Morton　was　wearing　a　suit。　He　was　standing　under　a　tree　with　the　rolling　golf　course　and　the　skyscrapers　of　Beverly　Hills　in　the　background。　The　production　crew　had　laid　down　a　strip　of　carpet　for　him　to　walk　on　as　he　approached　the　camera。
　I　said；　〃And　how　is　the　senator？〃
　Debbie　nodded。　〃Pretty　good。　I　think　he　has　a　shot。〃
　Connor　said；　〃You　mean　a　chance　for　the　presidency？〃
　〃Yeah。　Especially　if　Edgar　can　do　his　magic。　I　mean；　let's　face　it；　Senator　Morton　is　not　exactly　Mel　Gibson；　you　know　what　I　mean？　He's　got　a　big　nose；　and　he's　a　little　bald；　and　those　freckles　are　a　problem　because　they　photograph　so　prominently。　They　distract　you　from　his　eyes。　And　the　eyes　are　what　sell　a　candidate。〃
　〃The　eyes；〃　Connor　said。
　〃Oh；　yeah。　People　get　elected　on　their　eyes。〃　She　shrugged；　as　if　it　was　mon　knowledge。　〃But　if　the　senator　puts　himself　in　Edgar's　hands　。　。　。　Edgar　is　a　great　artist。　He　can　make　it　happen。〃
　Edgar　Lynn　walked　past　us；　huddled　with　the　cameraman。　〃Christ；　clean　up　the　luggage　under　his　eyes；〃　Lynn　said。　〃And　get　the　chin。　Firm　that　chin　with　a　hard　inky　low　and　up。〃
　〃Okay；〃　the　cameraman　said。
　The　production　assistant　excused　herself　and　we　waited；　watching。　Senator　Morton　was　still　some　distance　away；　being　worked　over　by　the　makeup　and　wardrobe　people。
　〃Mr。　Connor？　Mr。　Smith？〃　I　turned。　A　young　man　in　a　blue　pinstripe　suit　was　standing　beside　us。　He　looked　like　a　Senate　staffer：　well　turned…out；　attentive；　polite。　〃I'm　Bob　Woodson。　With　the　senator's　office。　Thank　you　for　ing。〃
　〃You're　wele；〃　Connor　said。
　〃I　know　the　senator　is　eager　to　talk　to　you；〃　Woodson　said。　〃I'm　sorry；　this　seems　to　be　running　a　little　late。　We　were　supposed　to　finish　shooting　by　one。〃　He　glanced　at　his　watch。　〃Now；　I　guess　it　may　be　quite　a　while。　But　I　know　the　senator　wants　to　talk　to　you。〃
　Connor　said；　〃Do　you　know　what　about？〃
　Someone　shouted；　〃Run…through！　Run…through　for　sound　and　camera；　please！〃
　The　cluster　around　Senator　Morton　vanished；　and　Woodson　turned　his　attention　to　the　camera。
　Edgar　Lynn　was　back　looking　through　the　lens。　〃There　still　isn't　enough　gray。　Ellen？　You　will　have　to　add　gray　to　his　hair。　It　isn't　reading　now。〃
　Woodson　said；　〃I　hope　he　doesn't　make　him　look　too　old。〃
　Debbie；　the　production　assistant；　said；　〃It's　just　for　the　shot。　It　isn't　reading　for　the　shot；　so　we　add　some　gray。　See；　Ellen　is　just　putting　it　at　the　temples。　It'll　make　him　distinguished。〃
　〃I　don't　want　him　old。　Especially　when　he's　tired；　he　sometimes　looks　old。〃
　〃Don't　worry；〃　the　assistant　said。
　〃All　right　now；'　Lynn　said。　'That's　enough　for　now。　Senator？　Shall　we　try　a　run…through？〃
　Senator　Morton　said；　〃Where　does　this　begin？〃
　〃Line？〃
　A　script　girl　said；　〃　'Perhaps　like　me　。　。　。'　〃
　Morton　said；　〃Then　we've　already　done　the　first　part？〃
　Edgar　Lynn　said；　〃That's　right；　love。　We　start　here　with　your　turn　to　the　camera；　and　you　give　us　a　very　strong；　very　direct　masculine　look；　and　begin　'Perhaps　like　me。'　Right？〃
　〃Okay；〃　Morton　said。
　〃Remember。　Think　masculine。　Think　strong。　Think　in　control。〃
　Morton　said；　〃Can　we　shoot　it？〃
　Woodson　said；　〃Lynn's　going　to　piss　him　off。〃
　Edgar　Lynn　said；　〃All　right。　Shoot　the　rehearsal。　Here　we　go。〃
　
　Senator　Morton　walked　toward　the　camera。　〃Perhaps　like　me；〃　he　said；　〃you're　concerned　about　the　erosion　of　our　national　position　in　recent　years。　America　is　still　the　greatest　military　power；　but　our　security　depends　on　our　ability　to　defend　ourselves　militarily　and　economically。　And　it　is　economically　that　America　has　fallen　behind。　How　far　behind？　Well；　under　the　last　two　administrations；　America　has　gone　from　the　greatest　creditor　nation　to　the　greatest　debtor　nation　the　world　has　ever　seen。　Our　industries　have　fallen　behind　the　rest　of　the　world。　Our　workers　are　less　educated　than　workers　in　other　countries。　Our　investors　demand　short…term　gain　and　cripple　our　industries'　ability　to　plan　for　the　future。　And　as　a　result；　our　standard　of　living　is　declining　rapidly。　The　outlook　for　our　children　is　bleak。〃
　Connor　murmured；　〃Somebody　is　actually　saying　it。〃
　〃And　in　this　time　of　national　crisis；〃　Morton　continued；　〃many　Americans　have　another　concern；　as　well。　As　our　economic　power　fades；　we　are　vulnerable　to　a　new　kind　of　invasion。　Many　Americans　fear　that　we　may　bee　an　economic　colony　of　Japan；　or　Europe。　But　especially　Japan。　Many　Americans　feel　that　the　Japanese　are　taking　over　our　industries；　our　recreation　lands；　and　even　our　cities。〃　He　gestured　to　the　golf　course　with　skyscrapers　in　the　background。
　〃And　in　doing　so；　some　fear　that　Japan　now　has　the　power　to　shape　and　determine　the　future　of　America。〃
　Morton　paused；　beneath　the　tree。　He　gave　the　appearance　of　thinking。
　〃How　justified　are　these　fears　for　the　American　future？　How　much　should　we　be　concerned？　Ther