The video cameras were disengaged by the bogus actors wearing uniforms of the power company that served the penitentiary and most of Portland, The Yakima Valley Power and Light Company. They'd come in on the heels of Sharpe, Reynolds, and Dr. Coran, all here for what appeared to be Robert Towne's last good-bye to his brother.
Inside the visitation room, Jessica, Sharpe and Darwin went into immediate action as soon as the cameras went down. Darwin began to strip off his clothes and throw them at his brother. Richard kept vigil at the door. Jessica explained to Towne what was going on.
“Oh, no! No way! You going to get Darwin killed. No matter what, they're going to put a man to death here tonight at midnight. It ain't going to be Darwin.”
“It ain't gonna be anyone, Bro. We've got it planned out. News that I am in and you are out is going nationwide today, long after you've been stashed.”
“Strip off that prison jumpsuit, Mr. Towne,” Jessica ordered drill-sergeant fashion. “We only have minutes before the cameras are up and running again.”
Towne stared around the room at the still cameras, their lenses closed. “You're all crazy. You'll all be thrown into jail.”
“Just do it, Robert!” Darwin's angry face was within inches of his big brother's. Jessica thought it like pressing one's face against a mirror. Their profiles perfectly matched, and Darwin had found a pair of glasses to match those his brother wore.
“I can't let you do this, Darwin.”
“Get the fuck outta those clothes, man. Now!”
Darwin stood in his underwear, his fists clenched, his chest heaving. “Let me do something just this once for you!”
A long moment of silence passed between the brothers. “They're getting damned restless outside,” warned Sharpe from the window in the door.
“Please, Mr. Towne,” Jessica pleaded.
Towne raised a huge finger to the two-way mirror. “The screws are probably watching this whole damn foolish scheme right now, so just back off, Little Brother.”
“We disconnected the two-way before we entered,” Jessica assured him. “Along with the cameras, all save that one.” She pointed to a single camera still operating. “We want to tape this, to insure Darwin's life.”
“We'll get the tape,” Richard assured Towne.
“They think it's the power company,” explained Jessica.
“Now please, Robert, just do as we say,” began Darwin.
Jessica pleaded, “Put yourself… your life in our hands.”
Towne continued to stare at them all as if they were lunatics.
“We've exhausted every other avenue, Rob. Let us… let me do this thing.”
“It'll mean an end to your career, Darwin. You know that?”
Darwin slapped him hard across the face, drawing blood from his lip. Robert Towne hardly flinched, standing his ground, glaring into his brother's eyes, searching them for something. “I guess I had that coming for letting you down, Dar-”
“What the hell're you talking about? Letting me down?”
“I couldn't hold us together. They split us up, and I couldn't stop them. Couldn't never find you all those years I tried, and then I gave up hope of our ever being a family ever again.”
“I never once felt you betrayed me, Robert, or gave up or did anything to hurt me, not once.”
Robert Towne hugged his brother to him. Darwin pushed away after a moment and said, “Now give me those goddamn prison clothes.”
They exchanged clothes and dressed quickly, still but toning up when the cameras began to pan around the room again.
Darwin went immediately into character, picking up a chair and hurling it at his brother, who was now in a three-piece Brooks Brothers suit.
Towne, as Reynolds, deflected the chair and charged at Darwin, now in the orange jumpsuit. Richard grabbed the false Darwin's arm before he could land a punch and shoved him hard against the two-way mirror. “Stand down, Agent Reynolds! This isn't Dodge City, and you're not Wyatt Fucking Earp!”
“We're outta here,” Jessica announced, knowing the audio and video equipment in the room was again operational. Two guards pushed through the door and ushered Darwin, in jumpsuit, out.
“Stay in character,” Jessica said in Towne's ear.
“Let's get the fuck outta here. He don't wanna talk to me, then fuck Robert Towne.”
They leap-frogged the power and light workmen who busily cleaned up after themselves. The party of three apparent FBI agents stopped at the last inside checkpoint where their telephones and guns were returned to them.
Jessica exchanged a look with Richard as Robert Towne hefted his brother's weighty.43 Smith amp; Wesson, a half smile creased the giant man's features.
The power and light people passed them now carrying out their cables and tools. The three FBI agents signed out and marched down the corridor, falling in behind the men wearing the brown uniforms of the local power company, each carrying cables and strange handheld gadgets. Jessica had earlier found these willing activists among the mob at the gates, wooing them away and striking a deal with them. They not only wanted to help but to film as much as possible of the event. Death-penalty opponents, they were also film students and actors who had grown up with computers and media. “Don't get complacent, Towne. We still have three checkpoints to get past,” said Sharpe.
“Yeah,” replied Towne, “but I got my FBI badge and gun.”
“Under no circumstances, Towne, do you use that gun,” warned Sharpe. “It would only destroy our chances of making this work.”
“Besides,” added Jessica, watching his fingers itch over the bulge of the holstered gun, “it's not loaded.”
He broke into an enormous laugh which he suddenly stifled. “Figures… goddamn just figures.”
A couple of guards stared in reaction to Towne's outburst.
“The way he deals with grief,” said Jessica aloud. “Who can figure how a man's going to deal with the death of a loved one?”
Sharpe whispered to Towne, “A little grief for your brother's plight, Darwin, might be in order here.”
“He dies in this fucked up place from listening to you two, and I'll fucking show you grief, Agent Sharpe, you and Agent Coran both.”
In the car, Towne breathed the air as if he'd never had the experience before, but his deep inhalations became near gasps as they began to make the first hurdle past the first outside checkpoint and he heard and saw the enormous crowd gathered outside the prison-90 percent screaming for his blood while waving homemade signs that called him filthy names and asked that he burn in Hades. A small contingent of others waved the signs of those opposed to any sort of capital punishment.
“What the fuck have you people got my little brother into. Turn this car around and take me back! I won't abandon him like this. I can't!”
“Shut up and see this thing through!” shouted Jessica over the noise of the protesters and the blood-for-blood revenge crowd that mistook vigilantism for justice.
“Play it out, Towne,” shouted Sharpe sternly, his face livid. “Damn it, man, we have a foolproof plan to keep Darwin from any harm. You've got to trust us and trust Darwin.”
Towne calmed and fell silent in the back seat. “One more checkpoint and it's a hotel room with a meal and TV and freedom, Mr. Towne,” Jessica assured him.
“Tell me how you plan to keep Darwin from becoming a dead man at midnight?”
“We've sent the truth to all the news agencies and newspapers, marked to be opened at 10 P.M. The shit will hit the fan and everyone in Oregon and the country will know that J.J. Hughes literally has the wrong man in custody. This he'll be forced to deal with; this will force an end to the execution. It's a perfect plan.”
“Foolproof, huh? Have you considered the fact that James Hughes is a fool?”
“Of course we've taken that into consideration.”
“But you can't predict what a fool will do! Besides, why should he… how can he be persuaded that Darwin is Darwin, and that a switch was made?”
“Two pieces of evidence will convince the press and Hughes,” she fired back.