The assassin goes to his private dock to meet the woman, the daughter of a man who sets up jobs for criminals. The man has since been in bad health since a stroke, so the woman has since taken over for his enterprise. The assassin grills a steak for her, and she informs him of a job: if he kills a locally prominent figure in a rather public place, he will get one hundred and twenty thousand dollars. She tells him more: the spot is in Dallas, and the person is a sixty-four year old man worth hundreds of millions from a diverse set of ventures. Finally, she explains that the person will be killed at the same plaza where John F. Kennedy was killed, that the person also happens to be a historian specializing in high-profile assassinations like his.

The assassin recalls his life and career in crime and, more recently, assassinations. He thinks about how he has already killed thirty-four people. For such jobs, he always wants to know why certain people are asked to be killed, but for this job, he doesn’t know. He wants to get to the bottom of why someone wants the historian dead. Two weeks later, he scopes out Dealey Plaza, seeing all the tourists and passersby in it. He sees the spots where John F. Kennedy was killed and where Lee Harvey Oswald shot him from. After some time, he fully scopes out the location for the purposes of his job.

For another week, the assassin makes all sorts of preparations, staying in a hotel, buying materials under different credit cards at different stores, and so on. On a new laptop, he reads more about his target but still finds no possible motive. There are no scandals nor rivals that would merit an assassination. Knowing the historian drives his own car, the assassin tails the historian every day but still finds nothing. Looking at the schedule for the historian’s upcoming conference, he finds a window of time to sneak into his house. One night, through a creek, he sneaks in with ease, and with his knowledge of security systems, he disables it and wipes its footage shortly after.

The historian goes home and heads into his office. Soon enough, the assassin pulls a gun on him and tells him to sit down, facing the wall. The historian complies. Eventually, the assassin says that he knows the historian only has a few months to live according to a prescription he found. He realizes that the historian put the assassination on himself and wants to get to the bottom of why. The assassin says he can just kill him now if that’s what he wants, but the historian says he should do what he’s told, which is to carry out the assassination in Dealey Plaza. The assassin asks why. The historian says that he wants to have the same legacy and honor as someone like John F. Kennedy.

Twelve hours later, the assassin hangs around Dealey Plaza, while the historian leads a tour through the site where John F. Kennedy was killed. The assassin sets off the first explosive, which blows out the windows of a nearby office room. He then sets off the second explosive, which causes a billowing of smoke out from a nearby hotel room. In the pandemonium, the assassin goes up to the historian and stabs him with a knife. He lowers him down to the ground gently and then successfully makes his escape.

Weeks later, the assassin and the woman talk again. She says that he was much too flashy and that the feds are investigating the murder now, but the assassin doesn’t seem too worried. He says that the murder will go down in history and generations will remember hearing the explosions at Dealey Plaza. The woman asks him if that was worth something. He says he doesn’t know. Later, he decides to retire from his work. He sits in a boat off of the dock and wonders.