In the wee hours of the night, Larry spliced together a first cut. He’d muted the sound when he heard a knock. Kathy was standing there, reeking of alcohol. “My toilet’s broken,” she said. Part of her cheek was swollen red.
“You all right?” Larry asked.
She ignored his question and looked at his projector. “You watching a war flick?”
“Footage from today’s rat burning,” Larry replied.
She said, “Play it.”
Larry did.
“It’s kind of scary,” she said.
“I’ll go see what’s wrong with your toilet.” He went to her unit, saw the toilet was filled with vomit and blood. He unclogged it and went back home. Kathy had passed out on his sofa. He turned off the projector and went to sleep on his bed.
He dreamed of rats. One named Zhucheng lost her tail—a pink, gnarled tube with a texture like a gizzard. She was crying a shrill homily and there were flags with emblems of rat ears. He realized all rats were psychics with more understanding of humans than humans themselves—a homeopathic conglomeration of half-defunct diseases. Telepathy is my disease, Zhucheng screamed. I know you’re planning our mass extermination!
I’m not! Larry Chao tried to protest. But he was swimming naked in rat fur. Some got up his ass, which made it itch, and he fell off his bed, startling awake. He went to the living room. Kathy was watching the movie with the sappy trumpet music blasting.
“You should make propaganda films,” she said. “It’s inspiring.”
He turned to her. “You serious?”
“This movie has me excited to kill rats.”
Larry shut off the projector. “The toilet’s fixed. You should get going.”
She nodded. “Thanks for letting me crash.”
IV.
Mayor Doug Kwan spent his evenings perusing a thesaurus and reading Shel Silverstein to his plants. His condo, by no means luxurious, was spacious with a view of downtown Antarsia. He was restless, tossing in his bed. The usual solution, porn, didn’t alleviate his tension, and his new girlfriend refused contact on case nights. He invited Kathy over. They fucked aggressively three times.
“You’re sprightly tonight,” Kathy muttered. “What’d you have for dinner?”
“Politics, babe.”
“Is that some French dish?”
He smirked. “An appetizer.”
He always got talkative after making love. And he could barely contain himself, listing about fifty media sources that wanted to interview him. “Online polls have my rating at an all-time high. CNN just posted an interview, and old Craven called me for lunch next week.”
She untangled her twirled hair. “Does this mean you can forget about your daddy now?”
Doug bristled. “Fifteen years honey, all I heard were backhand jokes. How’s your daddy? Falling in love with some more 12-year-old girls?”
“You should have told them to fuck off.”
“Being a good politician means you don’t need to say a single fucking word and they shut up.”
“You’re a public servant, not a mobster,” Kathy pointed out.
“Only difference is the mobsters don’t have the mob behind them anymore,” Doug said.
He did five different stretches for his lower back, waving his legs around like a contortionist. “You want me to stay the night?” Kathy asked.
“Will you ever let a man make an honest woman out of you?”
“It’s a contradiction putting man and honest in the same sentence,” she replied.
“You’ll let the first honest man kiss you then?”
“I don’t ever kiss anyone, honest or not.”
He pressed his hip up against his abdomen. “Do you ever stretch?”
“I’m naturally limber.”
“Like a cat?”
She shook her head. “I hate cats. They’re too moody.”
“I’m inducting a hundred cats into our campaign.”
“Why?”
“They’ll help people catch rats.”
“Where do you think this is going to take you?”
“Congress,” he stated.
As she was leaving, he handed her an extra thousand dollars. “I’m starting to go steady with a good girl, don’t wanna ruin things… Thanks for the good times babe.” She realized it was her severance pay.
V.
The next week was unusual for Kathy. No clients called. She lingered around home, caught up on some DVDs, and was surprised to hear Larry in a screaming match with an old Asian woman.
“—is part of a city-wide initiative. You can’t just refuse.”
“I know,” Larry shrugged. “But this is my house.”
“It’s against the law to keep rats alive!”
“Sue me.”
Kathy went back to her room, turned on the news. Mayor Doug Kwan was being interviewed about his campaign. “We have 98% compliance and almost 87% decrease in the rat populati—” Flipped the channel, got tired of soaps. Saw Larry sitting on his porch with his HD camera, sipping a beer. “Want one?” he asked.
They shared a few.
“You ever gonna start that film you’re always talking about?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I’ve been talking about that movie for five years now.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“My last movie, 58 Random Deaths and Unrequited Love, cost me fifty grand, my marriage, and my life savings. It didn’t get accepted by a single film festival and no one saw it except for the crew,” he said with a mirthless smile.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to probe.”
He waved it off. “You didn’t always want to do what you do.”
“I wanted to be a race car driver. Then an actress. The kind of acting I got to do wasn’t the kind I started out wanting to do. I have a lot of parts of my past most people would consider shady.”
“We all have skeletons.”
“You too?”
“Ones I’d kill for,” Larry answered. “You?”
“I don’t know if any secret is worth killing for… You always want to be a director?”
“I wanted to be a chef. But I was allergic to so many different types of food, it was impossible.”
“Is that why you eat Taco Bell almost every day?” Kathy asked.
“You noticed.”
“I wondered why we had so few rats in our home. Rats are pretty picky about their food.”
Larry snickered. “You mean they don’t like Mexican pizzas?”
“They don’t like poison in general.”
Larry twisted his lips. “Twenty dead rats say they can’t tell the difference.”
“You bugged by a couple of dead rats?”
“I’m bugged by a couple of dead anything,” he replied.
Four days later, Officer Yu came by.
“Larry,” he greeted him.
“What’s up boss?”
Yu smiled heartily. “There’ve been complaints that you haven’t been complying with ordinance 7.822c.”
“What’s—”
“It’s the ‘kill the rats’ law,” Yu informed him.
“Ah…”
“If it’s the killing that bothers you, we have extermination companies that’ll take care of it. The city’ll put you up in a local hostel for three nights and—“
“I’ve already been told,” Larry said. “I can’t comply.”
Yu tilted his head, his brows raised. “Why not?”
“I don’t want to.”
Yu clutched his guard stick, rubbed the sole of his boots on the carpet. “Larry, be reasonable. This is for the be—”
“Sorry,” Larry cut him off. “I’ve made up my mind.”
Yu tipped his hat and said, “We’ll talk more later.”
Three hours later, Yu returned with eight officers. It got the notice of some national media who had come to cover the story about Mayor Doug Kwan.
“What’s going on?” one journalist asked another.
“
Some guy’s protesting the rat law.”
The presence of the media unnerved police chief Tom Kong. “We have to show we’re not pushovers just because we’re police in a small town,” he told his officers. “Advise Larry of his rights, but if he doesn’t comply, arrest him.”
When the officers knocked on his door, Larry answered with a camera in hand.
“Either you’ll comply with the law, or we’ll have to put you under arrest,” Yu informed him.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t obey this law,” he answered, news cameras zooming in on him. A flurry of rats happened to stream out at the same time.
Officer Yu put the manacles on. Larry tried to avoid the rats and fell into Yu. Two officers, mistaking his action for an attack, wrestled him brutally to the ground. They dragged him to the police car, dirt smearing against his face, rats rushing out of the way.
Next day, the headlines read, Man arrested for refusing to murder pet mice. Never mind that they weren’t his pets and they weren’t mice either.
VI.
Doug screamed at the chief of police, “Fine him, give him a citation, but don’t arrest him on national television!”
He went to see Larry personally.
“I’m sorry the officers got overzealous,” Doug told Larry.
“It’s all right.”
“You’re free to go.”
Larry startled. Was about to say something but stopped, a skeptical gleam overtaking his eyes. “Thanks for letting me out,” he said.
When Kathy came by to see Larry, he was working feverishly on editing digital footage of rats.
“What’s that?” she asked.
He turned to her, saw she was wearing a blonde wig. “I’m making movie clips to post online. Did you know most rat poisons are anticoagulants? The rats bleed internally for a week until they die of exhaustion, shock, and pain.”
“I never thought it was comfortable…” Three rats were sniffing around the carpet. “They don’t repulse you?”
Larry shook his head, glanced over. “You?”
“I remember seeing them in the subways and they’d be running along the rails. I was just a kid, but they terrified me. I guess I got used to them after I moved here.”
“Even though they’re filthy, pathogenic, and creepy?”
“Sounds like my clients,” Kathy muttered with a dry laugh. “Any time I eat on the bed, they come crawling. I have to chase ‘em off.”
“The rats or your clients?”
She gave a smartass look and said, “A couple times, I was sleeping and about ten of them jumped on the bed. I was scared shitless.”
“They keep the bed warm.”
“I’d rather die than share my bed with rats.”
“There’s worse things than death or sleeping with rats.”
“I can’t think of many… You need help with anything?”
“You still want to be an actress?”
They’d been working for a week straight. Larry said, “They used to use strychnine to kill rats. But during WWII, the Japanese took over the Asian countries where they grew it and Americans had to switch to phosphides.”
“You’re pretty OCD about this.”
He laughed. “I studied that period like crazy. I started making movies because of old Japanese war films.”
“What do you mean?”
“My junior high teacher showed us a war propaganda film the Japanese made to glorify their empire and convince other countries to join them. They massacred millions of Chinese. It made me sick. I mean, it was only 60-70 years ago when these armies were trying to wipe out entire races. I got drunk twice because I was so depressed.”
“You got drunk in junior high?”
Larry’s pupils dilated. “I started making movies to fight against things like that from ever happening again.”
Kathy practiced her lines over and over. “First time I ever acted,” she said, “I played a news reporter. My job was to fuck the quarterback I was interviewing. Those were crazy times. There’s months I don’t remember ‘cause I was partying so much.”
“When’d you stop making movies?”
“After my best friend killed herself.”
“Oh, sorry—sorry for asking.”
Kathy shook her head. “She fell in love with another star but he was gay and only fucked women for the pay. She hung herself after he turned her down ten times. I didn’t understand, what was she thinking? I was supposed to act with him in an upcoming movie, but I just couldn’t do it.”
They watched the final cut together.
“You sure about that last part?” Kathy asked.
“I’m sure,” Larry affirmed.
“But if someone calls you on it.”
“I don’t bluff.”
Five rats watched from behind, sniffing all around.
“It’s like they can smell it,” Kathy said.
“Rats smell death.”
“You don’t sound too optimistic about your movie.”
“No one gives a shit about rats. No one gives a shit about anyone.” He lowered his head. “I just make dumb shit no one watches.”
“The rats seem to be enjoying it.”
Larry furrowed his brow.
“C’mon, let’s post it on YouTube,” Kathy said.
VII.
Doug had been stuck in meetings with the lieutenant mayor and several corporate sponsors. There’d been complaints about the recent spike in electrical bills. The roads on the east side of town had been in disarray since some bad rains a month back and there’d been heated discussion about the proposal to cut education spending in the arts. After he returned to his office, he had forty messages and a hundred emails to answer. But it was a skinny brunette with bulbous eyes that caught his eye. Claire Minford, assistant DA, closed the door and gave him a smooch.
“Things getting out of hand?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Check your email.”
He did, saw several emails from her with the subject line, Rodenticide.
“It’s the most popular YouTube link for the past two days.”
“You came here to tell me about a YouTube link?”
“It’s a documentary condemning Antarsia’s new law. Made by Larry Chao, the guy that got arrested last week. There’s over a hundred thousand comments posted.”
Doug hit play. He winced when he saw Kathy. She looked gorgeous, and the memory of her naked body warmed him. But the image cut to a rat being dissected, then a close-up of a rat’s internal organs after being poisoned. The footage was graphic and her voice, chilling. After fifteen minutes of gag-inducing play, Larry Chao came on and said, “If this rat law isn’t repealed, I’ll kill myself by swallowing rat poison.”
Doug blinked his eyes rapidly in disbelief. Checked his voicemails. A quarter were from animal rights groups, another half from journalists seeking comment.
“Get him to accept the law and it’ll blow over,” Claire suggested. “It’ll be like it never happened.”
“How?”
She shrugged, unbuttoned her blouse. “Be creative.”
“And if he doesn’t listen?”
She lifted up a disk. “Use the information on this to destroy him. And make sure you have that whore locked away.”
VIII.
Is Kathy doing this to get back at me? Doug couldn’t help but wonder. He stopped by Kathy’s place. She was wearing a red wig. “You look great,” he said.
“I don’t see clients at home.”
“That’s not why I came,” he replied.
“Then why…”
“The movie. What is your boyfriend doing?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she said. “What do you want?”
“Are you doing this to get back at me?”
“For what?”
“For…”
She snorted. “I’m a professional, Doug. I never take these things personally.”
“Why are you doing it then?”
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nbsp; “I was bored and he needed help,” she answered.
“Why is he doing this?”
“Ask him.”
He handed her a file. “Talk to him for me.”
She looked at the file, opened up, saw the pictures, read through the text. Her eyes widened. “This…”
“Yeah,” Doug said. “I suffered my whole life because of my dad. I don’t wanna do it to him.”
“I’ll—I’ll talk to him…” Her eyes became cold. “I guess this means I should start packing my bags too?”
He approached her, kissed her on the forehead. “You’re a professional. There’s no need.”
Outside, Doug stumbled. His fingers were shaking. He wanted to rush back to Kathy’s side. But he steeled himself. Drove away without looking back.
Larry read through the file three times. Kathy was watching his reaction.
“What do they want?” he asked.
“Retraction,” she said. “And submission.”
“What my parents did… this has no bearing on the present.”
“Then it’s true?”
“It was a long time ago, the…”
Kathy shook her head. “You don’t have to explain… But it won’t look good and it’ll destroy any credibility you might have had.”
Larry made a fist, wanting to punch something.
“It’s an impasse,” she said.
“No, it’s a matter of will.”
“What do you mean?”
“Everything in the world is about guts, how far you’ll go to get what you believe in.”
“No one cares about rat guts.”
“I do,” Larry said. He went to the kitchen, brought back a bag full of cereal pellets laced with rat poison.
“What are you doing?” Kathy asked.
“It’s the only way the case won’t suffer because of my past. If I keep my word and kill myself…”
“Don’t be stupid!” Kathy exclaimed. “This isn’t worth dying for.”
“What is then?”
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