MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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He never even asked. He just assumed --	He was right, wasn't he?
He was right, wasn't he?	So. Now what?
So. Now what?	Now? Well, Marylin, now you cut a deal or find out how Jean Harris made it work for her.
Wait. I know you.	Yes?
Yes?	You're Miles Massey! You probably don't recognize me. The drugs made me put on weight and grow facial hair.
You're Miles Massey! You probably don't recognize me. The drugs made me put on weight and grow facial hair.	Excuse me?
Excuse me?	You ruined my life you sonofabitch. Gimme those.
Time marches on. Ardor cools.	No. Not exactly. It didn't exactly cool. Marylin is a knock-out. And very sexy -- but -- there's a lot of it out there.
No. Not exactly. It didn't exactly cool. Marylin is a knock-out. And very sexy -- but -- there's a lot of it out there.	Ah.
Ah.	You know what I mean when I say "it."
You know what I mean when I say "it."	Gotcha. No need to get anatomically correct with me, Rex.
Gotcha. No need to get anatomically correct with me, Rex.	Seems like there's more of it than ever before --
Seems like there's more of it than ever before --	Well, with the expanding global population -- Let me ask you this -- your wife. Has she pursued the opportunities which must present themselves to the "knock-out, sexy woman" you described?
Well, with the expanding global population -- Let me ask you this -- your wife. Has she pursued the opportunities which must present themselves to the "knock-out, sexy woman" you described?	I don't know. I can assume...
I don't know. I can assume...	Not in court you can't. Has she retained counsel?
Not in court you can't. Has she retained counsel?	I'm not sure.
I'm not sure.	And your wife is aware of or has evidence of your activities?
And your wife is aware of or has evidence of your activities?	Video.
Video.	Mmm... And to cut to the chase, forensically speaking -- is there a pre-nup?
Wait... He wants to give her...?	Nothing.
Nothing.	And she has...?
And she has...?	Video.
Video.	What the fuck...?
What the hell is wrong with you?	I can't help it. Even with the business we're in, I -- it gets me every time. It's so -- optimistic.
I can't help it. Even with the business we're in, I -- it gets me every time. It's so -- optimistic.	Is she going through with it?
What a hell cat. No controlling these modern girls. They're terrible!	Terrible! Nothing terrible about her. She's great! Marvelous youngster! Got a mind of her own. Knows just what she wants. She's not going to get it though. She won't get very far. Has no money.
Terrible! Nothing terrible about her. She's great! Marvelous youngster! Got a mind of her own. Knows just what she wants. She's not going to get it though. She won't get very far. Has no money.	What about that diamond wrist watch she had onshe can raise some money on that?
What about that diamond wrist watch she had onshe can raise some money on that?	Holy Smoke! I forgot all about that. Send a wireless at once, "Lovington Detective Agency. Daughter escaped again. Watch all roadsall transports and railroad stations in Miami. Have your New York office keep tabs on King Westley. Intercept all messages. Want her back at all costs!"
Poor old Shapeley. You shouldn't have frightened him like that.	At the rate he started, he's probably passed two state lines by this time. The exercise is good for him.
At the rate he started, he's probably passed two state lines by this time. The exercise is good for him.	Yes, I noticed he was getting a little fat lately. Ouch!
Yes, I noticed he was getting a little fat lately. Ouch!	What's the matter?
What's the matter?	I was never built for these moonlight strolls. Why did we have to leave the bus?
I was never built for these moonlight strolls. Why did we have to leave the bus?	I don't trust that chatterbox.
Yeahthe "big boy"the Boss of the outfit.	You're not kidnapping her, are you?
You're not kidnapping her, are you?	What else, stupid! You don't think we're after that penny-ante reward, do you? Ten thousand bucks? Chicken feed! We're holding her for a million smackers.
What else, stupid! You don't think we're after that penny-ante reward, do you? Ten thousand bucks? Chicken feed! We're holding her for a million smackers.	Say, look! I didn't know it was anything like this, seeand
Say, look! I didn't know it was anything like this, seeand	What's the matter with you! Gettin' yellow?
What's the matter with you! Gettin' yellow?	But I'm a married man. I got a couple of kids. I can't get mixed up with
But I'm a married man. I got a couple of kids. I can't get mixed up with	Sh-sh-sh! Soft pedal, you mug!before I What're you trying to do? Tell the whole world about it! Now listen, you're in this thingand you're staying in! Get me? You know too much.
Sh-sh-sh! Soft pedal, you mug!before I What're you trying to do? Tell the whole world about it! Now listen, you're in this thingand you're staying in! Get me? You know too much.	I won't say anything. Honest, I won't.
I won't say anything. Honest, I won't.	Yeah ?How do I know? I gotta good mind to plug you. I shouldn't take any chances on you.
Yeah ?How do I know? I gotta good mind to plug you. I shouldn't take any chances on you.	You can trust me, Mister. I'll keep my mouth shut.
Boss, Oswald impersonators? Sounds like James Bond now.	Al, you can't tell a mink from a coonskin unless you see the fur up close. Goddamn, Sam! If we don't start reading between the lines here! Y'all gotta start thinking on a different level - like the CIA does. We're through the looking glass. Here white is black and black is white.
Why you keep dancing on my head for, my man? We been thicker'n molasses pie since law school.	Because you keep conning me, Dean. I read your testimony to the Warren Commission and...
Because you keep conning me, Dean. I read your testimony to the Warren Commission and...	There you go. Grain of salt. Two sides to every coin.
There you go. Grain of salt. Two sides to every coin.	You tell them the day after the assassination you were called on the phone by this "Clay Bertrand" and asked to fly to Dallas and be Lee Oswald's layer.
You tell them the day after the assassination you were called on the phone by this "Clay Bertrand" and asked to fly to Dallas and be Lee Oswald's layer.	Right.
Right.	Now that's pretty important, Dean. You also told the FBI when you met him, he was six foot two. Then you tell the Commission he was five foot eight. How the hell did the man shrink like that, Dean?
Now that's pretty important, Dean. You also told the FBI when you met him, he was six foot two. Then you tell the Commission he was five foot eight. How the hell did the man shrink like that, Dean?	They put the heat on, my man, just like you're doing. I gave'em anything that popped into my cabeza. Truth is, I never met the dude.
What was his voice like?	You knew you weren't talking to some low life fag, you know. He had command of the king's English.
You knew you weren't talking to some low life fag, you know. He had command of the king's English.	Did he pay?
Did he pay?	Always - like tits on a pig. I wish I had a million of those bimbettes.
Always - like tits on a pig. I wish I had a million of those bimbettes.	And Oswald?
And Oswald?	Like I told to the Washington boys, Bertrand called that summer and asked me to help the kid upgrade his Marine discharge...
Like I told to the Washington boys, Bertrand called that summer and asked me to help the kid upgrade his Marine discharge...	So you saw Oswald how many times?
So you saw Oswald how many times?	Three, four. He came in with a few Cubano swishes one time I remember...
Recall any names?	Mario, Jose - they wear names like you and I wear clothes. Today the name is Candy, tomorrow it's Butsie. I wish I could help you, Jim.
Mario, Jose - they wear names like you and I wear clothes. Today the name is Candy, tomorrow it's Butsie. I wish I could help you, Jim.	Did you speak to Oswald in Dallas?
Did you speak to Oswald in Dallas?	Hell, no! I told this Bertrand cat right off, this isn't my scene, man. I deal with muni court, I'm a hack in nigger town, that kid needs a hot dog.
Hell, no! I told this Bertrand cat right off, this isn't my scene, man. I deal with muni court, I'm a hack in nigger town, that kid needs a hot dog.	Then how the hell did you get in the Warren Commission, Dean? Except through the phone records in the Dallas jail?
Then how the hell did you get in the Warren Commission, Dean? Except through the phone records in the Dallas jail?	There were no phone records.
There were no phone records.	Of course there weren't. 'Cause they disappeared. And yet the Commission found you, Dean.
Of course there weren't. 'Cause they disappeared. And yet the Commission found you, Dean.	I don't know how they got to me. Maybe cause I repped him here. The Feebees run background checks. On my mama's breasts, man, that's all I got. There wasn't no conspiracy, Jim. If there were, why the hell didn't Bobby Kennedy prosecute it as Attorney General, he was his brother for Chrissake. How the fuck three people could keep a secret like that, I don't know. It was Oswald. He was a nut job. Faggot, y'know, hated this country.
All this blubbering over that sonofabitch! They're grieving like they knew the man. It makes me want to puke.	God's sake, chief. The President was shot.
God's sake, chief. The President was shot.	A bullshit President! I don't see any weeping for all the thousands of Cubans that bastard condemned to death and torture at the Bay of Pigs. Where are all the tears for the Russians and Hungarians and Chinese living like slaves in prison camps run by Kennedy's communist buddies - All these damned peace treaties! I'm telling ya Jack, that's what happens when you let the niggers vote. They get together with the Jews and the Catholics and elect an Irish bleeding heart.
A bullshit President! I don't see any weeping for all the thousands of Cubans that bastard condemned to death and torture at the Bay of Pigs. Where are all the tears for the Russians and Hungarians and Chinese living like slaves in prison camps run by Kennedy's communist buddies - All these damned peace treaties! I'm telling ya Jack, that's what happens when you let the niggers vote. They get together with the Jews and the Catholics and elect an Irish bleeding heart.	Chief, maybe you had a little too much to drink.
Chief, maybe you had a little too much to drink.	Bullshit! Bartender, another round... Here's to the New Frontier. Camelot in smithereens. I'll drink to that.
Who the hell opened my files! You've been looking through my private files, haven't you, you weasel?	You may not like this, chief, but you're beginning to act paranoid. I mean, you really are.
You may not like this, chief, but you're beginning to act paranoid. I mean, you really are.	You found out about Dave Ferrie going to Texas today and you went through all my files to see what was going on. You're a goddamn spy.
You found out about Dave Ferrie going to Texas today and you went through all my files to see what was going on. You're a goddamn spy.	Goddammit chief, why would I ever need to look in your files? I saw enough here this summer to write a book.
Goddammit chief, why would I ever need to look in your files? I saw enough here this summer to write a book.	I always lock my files. And you were the only one here today... What do you mean, you son of a bitch?
I always lock my files. And you were the only one here today... What do you mean, you son of a bitch?	You know what I mean. I saw a lot of strange things going on in this office this summer. And a lotta strange people.
Or a cover up! Jesus, Bill, don't you have enough proof of the FBI's complicity now?	Maybe I have a little more respect for this country's institutions than you do, Susie. You tell me how the hell you can keep a conspiracy going between the Mob, the CIA, FBI, and Army Intelligence and who knows what else, when you know you can't even keep a secret in this room between 12 people! We got leaks everywhere! We're going to trial here! What the hell do we really got? Oswald, Ruby, Banister, Ferrie are dead. Shaw - maybe he's an agent, I don't know, but as a covert operator in my book he's wide open for blackmail 'cause of his homosexuality.
Who do you think fed him that information? Garrison's going down. We're talking your career here, Bill, your life. You're a young guy... we know you're working that Castro thing.	No, I'm not...
No, I'm not...	Yes, you are. Look we know Oswald didn't pull that trigger. Castro did. But if that comes out, there's gonna be a war, boy - millions of people are gonna die. That's a hell of a lot more important than Jim Garrison. Goddammit, look at me when I talk to you! You're too goddamn self- opinionated, now shut up. If you got a brain in that thick skull of yours, listen to me. Listen real hard.
Correct me if I'm wrong. I thought we were on the same side. What the hell business is it of theirs to say that?	Pretty fast, wasn't it. The way they let him go.
Yeah. They were seen together in Clinton in early September. The Civil Rights Movement was running a voter registration drive.	...rumor is Shaw, a local boy, was working on some arms deal to discredit the civil rights movement. No one really knows what they were doing there, but everyone sure saw 'em. They stood out like cottonballs. I got whites and blacks saw 'em, but last time I checked there was nothing illegal with registering to vote. We still got the Negro junkie, Vernon Bundy, saw 'em talkin' at the seawall near Lake Pontchartrain. But it's tough, boss - no one wants to talk about Shaw. He's...
...rumor is Shaw, a local boy, was working on some arms deal to discredit the civil rights movement. No one really knows what they were doing there, but everyone sure saw 'em. They stood out like cottonballs. I got whites and blacks saw 'em, but last time I checked there was nothing illegal with registering to vote. We still got the Negro junkie, Vernon Bundy, saw 'em talkin' at the seawall near Lake Pontchartrain. But it's tough, boss - no one wants to talk about Shaw. He's...	You know you keep saying that.
You know you keep saying that.	Keep saying what?
Keep saying what?	You're not digging.
Clay Bertrand? Sure I know him. He comes around the Quarter.	Who is he, Joe? I've been to every bar, no one wants to talk.
Who is he, Joe? I've been to every bar, no one wants to talk.	I told your uncle I never met a lawman who wasn't a punk. You too, Bill, even if you're family. He's a big shot businessman. I seen him on the TV news a lot with all the other big shots. A fag, you know. Goes by another name down here.
I told your uncle I never met a lawman who wasn't a punk. You too, Bill, even if you're family. He's a big shot businessman. I seen him on the TV news a lot with all the other big shots. A fag, you know. Goes by another name down here.	What's the other name?
What's the other name?	Shaw. Clay Shaw.
Shaw. Clay Shaw.	Clay Bertrand is Clay Shaw? The guy who used to run the International Trade Mart?
Clay Bertrand is Clay Shaw? The guy who used to run the International Trade Mart?	Yeah, what's the big mystery? Everybody down here knows the guy.
Yeah, what's the big mystery? Everybody down here knows the guy.	So why does he call himself Bertrand?
So why does he call himself Bertrand?	Who gives a shit what he calls himself?
...there were about nine or ten people, Cubans, friends of Dave doing some stuff in the bush with him. Place was a mess. Dave's mind was a mess, Y'know he had all those mice cages around cause he's working on this cure for cancer... Dave's smart - real smart - speaks five languages, knows philosophy, medicine, military history, politics. He wanted to be a priest but they defrocked him 'cause he was queer...	And that's where you met Oswald for the first time?
And that's where you met Oswald for the first time?	Yeah, strange guy. Dave introduced him as...
Fuck, yes. Hell, I'm already in jail. I got no reason to lie to you. I ain't no nigger.	Go on, Willie.
Go on, Willie.	...well the party got crazier and crazier, one of those, y'know "beatnik" type things.
What the hell's a Communist like Lee Oswald doing working out of Banister's?	Y'ever heard of a double agent, Bill? I'm beginning to doubt Oswald was ever a Communist... after the arrest, 544 Camp Street never appeared on the pamphlets again. Now here's another one for you: What would you say if I told you Lee Oswald had been trained in the Russian language when he was a Marine?
Well, it's a terrific yard, Chief, but the man's an obvious alcoholic with a reputation lower than crocodile piss.	Does that bother you, Bill? I always wondered in court why it is because a woman is a prostitute, she has to have bad eyesight.
Does that bother you, Bill? I always wondered in court why it is because a woman is a prostitute, she has to have bad eyesight.	He'll never sign a statement, boss, let alone get on a witness stand.
He'll never sign a statement, boss, let alone get on a witness stand.	When something's rotten in the land, Bill, it generally isn't just one fish, we'll get corroboration... find this Clay Bertrand. If I were a betting man, I'd give you 10 to 1 it's an alias. Start checking around the Quarter.
When something's rotten in the land, Bill, it generally isn't just one fish, we'll get corroboration... find this Clay Bertrand. If I were a betting man, I'd give you 10 to 1 it's an alias. Start checking around the Quarter.	And the six of us, with almost no budget and in secret, are going to solve the case that the Warren Commission with dozens of support staff and millions of dollars couldn't solve. We can't keep up with the crimes in the Parish as it is, Chief.
And the six of us, with almost no budget and in secret, are going to solve the case that the Warren Commission with dozens of support staff and millions of dollars couldn't solve. We can't keep up with the crimes in the Parish as it is, Chief.	The murder of a President, Bill, is a crime in Orleans Parish too. I didn't pick you because of your legal skill, you know.
The murder of a President, Bill, is a crime in Orleans Parish too. I didn't pick you because of your legal skill, you know.	Gee, thanks boss.
But why?	To frame him, obviously. You got to get in your minds how the hell spooks think, Bill! They're not ordinary crooks.

He never even asked. He just assumed --

He was right, wasn't he?

So. Now what?

Now? Well, Marylin, now you cut a deal or find out how Jean Harris made it work for her.

Wait. I know you.

Yes?

You're Miles Massey! You probably don't recognize me. The drugs made me put on weight and grow facial hair.

Excuse me?

You ruined my life you sonofabitch. Gimme those.

Time marches on. Ardor cools.

No. Not exactly. It didn't exactly cool. Marylin is a knock-out. And very sexy -- but -- there's a lot of it out there.

Ah.

You know what I mean when I say "it."

Gotcha. No need to get anatomically correct with me, Rex.

Seems like there's more of it than ever before --

Well, with the expanding global population -- Let me ask you this -- your wife. Has she pursued the opportunities which must present themselves to the "knock-out, sexy woman" you described?

I don't know. I can assume...

Not in court you can't. Has she retained counsel?

I'm not sure.

And your wife is aware of or has evidence of your activities?

Video.

Mmm... And to cut to the chase, forensically speaking -- is there a pre-nup?

Wait... He wants to give her...?

Nothing.

And she has...?

Video.

What the fuck...?

What the hell is wrong with you?

I can't help it. Even with the business we're in, I -- it gets me every time. It's so -- optimistic.

Is she going through with it?

What a hell cat. No controlling these modern girls. They're terrible!

Terrible! Nothing terrible about her. She's great! Marvelous youngster! Got a mind of her own. Knows just what she wants. She's not going to get it though. She won't get very far. Has no money.

What about that diamond wrist watch she had onshe can raise some money on that?

Holy Smoke! I forgot all about that. Send a wireless at once, "Lovington Detective Agency. Daughter escaped again. Watch all roadsall transports and railroad stations in Miami. Have your New York office keep tabs on King Westley. Intercept all messages. Want her back at all costs!"

Poor old Shapeley. You shouldn't have frightened him like that.

At the rate he started, he's probably passed two state lines by this time. The exercise is good for him.

Yes, I noticed he was getting a little fat lately. Ouch!

What's the matter?

I was never built for these moonlight strolls. Why did we have to leave the bus?

I don't trust that chatterbox.

Yeahthe "big boy"the Boss of the outfit.

You're not kidnapping her, are you?

What else, stupid! You don't think we're after that penny-ante reward, do you? Ten thousand bucks? Chicken feed! We're holding her for a million smackers.

Say, look! I didn't know it was anything like this, seeand

What's the matter with you! Gettin' yellow?

But I'm a married man. I got a couple of kids. I can't get mixed up with

Sh-sh-sh! Soft pedal, you mug!before I What're you trying to do? Tell the whole world about it! Now listen, you're in this thingand you're staying in! Get me? You know too much.

I won't say anything. Honest, I won't.

Yeah ?How do I know? I gotta good mind to plug you. I shouldn't take any chances on you.

You can trust me, Mister. I'll keep my mouth shut.

Boss, Oswald impersonators? Sounds like James Bond now.

Al, you can't tell a mink from a coonskin unless you see the fur up close. Goddamn, Sam! If we don't start reading between the lines here! Y'all gotta start thinking on a different level - like the CIA does. We're through the looking glass. Here white is black and black is white.

Why you keep dancing on my head for, my man? We been thicker'n molasses pie since law school.

Because you keep conning me, Dean. I read your testimony to the Warren Commission and...

There you go. Grain of salt. Two sides to every coin.

You tell them the day after the assassination you were called on the phone by this "Clay Bertrand" and asked to fly to Dallas and be Lee Oswald's layer.

Right.

Now that's pretty important, Dean. You also told the FBI when you met him, he was six foot two. Then you tell the Commission he was five foot eight. How the hell did the man shrink like that, Dean?

They put the heat on, my man, just like you're doing. I gave'em anything that popped into my cabeza. Truth is, I never met the dude.

What was his voice like?

You knew you weren't talking to some low life fag, you know. He had command of the king's English.

Did he pay?

Always - like tits on a pig. I wish I had a million of those bimbettes.

And Oswald?

Like I told to the Washington boys, Bertrand called that summer and asked me to help the kid upgrade his Marine discharge...

So you saw Oswald how many times?

Three, four. He came in with a few Cubano swishes one time I remember...

Recall any names?

Mario, Jose - they wear names like you and I wear clothes. Today the name is Candy, tomorrow it's Butsie. I wish I could help you, Jim.

Did you speak to Oswald in Dallas?

Hell, no! I told this Bertrand cat right off, this isn't my scene, man. I deal with muni court, I'm a hack in nigger town, that kid needs a hot dog.

Then how the hell did you get in the Warren Commission, Dean? Except through the phone records in the Dallas jail?

There were no phone records.

Of course there weren't. 'Cause they disappeared. And yet the Commission found you, Dean.

I don't know how they got to me. Maybe cause I repped him here. The Feebees run background checks. On my mama's breasts, man, that's all I got. There wasn't no conspiracy, Jim. If there were, why the hell didn't Bobby Kennedy prosecute it as Attorney General, he was his brother for Chrissake. How the fuck three people could keep a secret like that, I don't know. It was Oswald. He was a nut job. Faggot, y'know, hated this country.

All this blubbering over that sonofabitch! They're grieving like they knew the man. It makes me want to puke.

God's sake, chief. The President was shot.

A bullshit President! I don't see any weeping for all the thousands of Cubans that bastard condemned to death and torture at the Bay of Pigs. Where are all the tears for the Russians and Hungarians and Chinese living like slaves in prison camps run by Kennedy's communist buddies - All these damned peace treaties! I'm telling ya Jack, that's what happens when you let the niggers vote. They get together with the Jews and the Catholics and elect an Irish bleeding heart.

Chief, maybe you had a little too much to drink.

Bullshit! Bartender, another round... Here's to the New Frontier. Camelot in smithereens. I'll drink to that.

Who the hell opened my files! You've been looking through my private files, haven't you, you weasel?

You may not like this, chief, but you're beginning to act paranoid. I mean, you really are.

You found out about Dave Ferrie going to Texas today and you went through all my files to see what was going on. You're a goddamn spy.

Goddammit chief, why would I ever need to look in your files? I saw enough here this summer to write a book.

I always lock my files. And you were the only one here today... What do you mean, you son of a bitch?

You know what I mean. I saw a lot of strange things going on in this office this summer. And a lotta strange people.

Or a cover up! Jesus, Bill, don't you have enough proof of the FBI's complicity now?

Maybe I have a little more respect for this country's institutions than you do, Susie. You tell me how the hell you can keep a conspiracy going between the Mob, the CIA, FBI, and Army Intelligence and who knows what else, when you know you can't even keep a secret in this room between 12 people! We got leaks everywhere! We're going to trial here! What the hell do we really got? Oswald, Ruby, Banister, Ferrie are dead. Shaw - maybe he's an agent, I don't know, but as a covert operator in my book he's wide open for blackmail 'cause of his homosexuality.

Who do you think fed him that information? Garrison's going down. We're talking your career here, Bill, your life. You're a young guy... we know you're working that Castro thing.

No, I'm not...

Yes, you are. Look we know Oswald didn't pull that trigger. Castro did. But if that comes out, there's gonna be a war, boy - millions of people are gonna die. That's a hell of a lot more important than Jim Garrison. Goddammit, look at me when I talk to you! You're too goddamn self- opinionated, now shut up. If you got a brain in that thick skull of yours, listen to me. Listen real hard.

Correct me if I'm wrong. I thought we were on the same side. What the hell business is it of theirs to say that?

Pretty fast, wasn't it. The way they let him go.

Yeah. They were seen together in Clinton in early September. The Civil Rights Movement was running a voter registration drive.

...rumor is Shaw, a local boy, was working on some arms deal to discredit the civil rights movement. No one really knows what they were doing there, but everyone sure saw 'em. They stood out like cottonballs. I got whites and blacks saw 'em, but last time I checked there was nothing illegal with registering to vote. We still got the Negro junkie, Vernon Bundy, saw 'em talkin' at the seawall near Lake Pontchartrain. But it's tough, boss - no one wants to talk about Shaw. He's...

You know you keep saying that.

Keep saying what?

You're not digging.

Clay Bertrand? Sure I know him. He comes around the Quarter.

Who is he, Joe? I've been to every bar, no one wants to talk.

I told your uncle I never met a lawman who wasn't a punk. You too, Bill, even if you're family. He's a big shot businessman. I seen him on the TV news a lot with all the other big shots. A fag, you know. Goes by another name down here.

What's the other name?

Shaw. Clay Shaw.

Clay Bertrand is Clay Shaw? The guy who used to run the International Trade Mart?

Yeah, what's the big mystery? Everybody down here knows the guy.

So why does he call himself Bertrand?

Who gives a shit what he calls himself?

...there were about nine or ten people, Cubans, friends of Dave doing some stuff in the bush with him. Place was a mess. Dave's mind was a mess, Y'know he had all those mice cages around cause he's working on this cure for cancer... Dave's smart - real smart - speaks five languages, knows philosophy, medicine, military history, politics. He wanted to be a priest but they defrocked him 'cause he was queer...

And that's where you met Oswald for the first time?

Yeah, strange guy. Dave introduced him as...

Fuck, yes. Hell, I'm already in jail. I got no reason to lie to you. I ain't no nigger.

Go on, Willie.

...well the party got crazier and crazier, one of those, y'know "beatnik" type things.

What the hell's a Communist like Lee Oswald doing working out of Banister's?

Y'ever heard of a double agent, Bill? I'm beginning to doubt Oswald was ever a Communist... after the arrest, 544 Camp Street never appeared on the pamphlets again. Now here's another one for you: What would you say if I told you Lee Oswald had been trained in the Russian language when he was a Marine?

Well, it's a terrific yard, Chief, but the man's an obvious alcoholic with a reputation lower than crocodile piss.

Does that bother you, Bill? I always wondered in court why it is because a woman is a prostitute, she has to have bad eyesight.

He'll never sign a statement, boss, let alone get on a witness stand.

When something's rotten in the land, Bill, it generally isn't just one fish, we'll get corroboration... find this Clay Bertrand. If I were a betting man, I'd give you 10 to 1 it's an alias. Start checking around the Quarter.

And the six of us, with almost no budget and in secret, are going to solve the case that the Warren Commission with dozens of support staff and millions of dollars couldn't solve. We can't keep up with the crimes in the Parish as it is, Chief.

The murder of a President, Bill, is a crime in Orleans Parish too. I didn't pick you because of your legal skill, you know.

Gee, thanks boss.

But why?

To frame him, obviously. You got to get in your minds how the hell spooks think, Bill! They're not ordinary crooks.