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Shaw's our toehold, Bill. I don't know exactly what he is, where he fits, and I don't care. I do know he's lying through his teeth and I'm not gonna let go of him! | So for those reasons, you're going to trial against Clay Shaw, chief? Well, you're gonna lose! We should be investigating all our Mafia leads here in New Orleans - Carlos Marcello, Santos Trafficante - I can buy that a hell of a lot easier than the Government. Ruby's all Mob, knows Oswald, sets him up. Hoffa - Trafficante - Marcello, they hire some guns and they do Kennedy and maybe the Government doesn't want to open up a whole can o'worms there because it used the Mob to get to Castro. Y'know, Castro being assassinated sounds pretty wild to John Q. Citizen. So they close the book on J.F.K. It makes sense to me. |
So for those reasons, you're going to trial against Clay Shaw, chief? Well, you're gonna lose! We should be investigating all our Mafia leads here in New Orleans - Carlos Marcello, Santos Trafficante - I can buy that a hell of a lot easier than the Government. Ruby's all Mob, knows Oswald, sets him up. Hoffa - Trafficante - Marcello, they hire some guns and they do Kennedy and maybe the Government doesn't want to open up a whole can o'worms there because it used the Mob to get to Castro. Y'know, Castro being assassinated sounds pretty wild to John Q. Citizen. So they close the book on J.F.K. It makes sense to me. | I don't doubt their involvement, Bill, but at a low level. Could the Mob change the parade route, Bill, or eliminate the protection for the President? Could the Mob send Oswald to Russia and get him back? Could the Mob get the FBI, the CIA, and the Dallas Police to make a mess of the investigation? Could the Mob appoint the Warren Commission to cover it up? Could the Mob wreck the autopsy? Could the Mob influence the national media to go to sleep? And since when has the Mob used anything but .38's for hits, up close? The Mob wouldn't have the guts or the power for something of this magnitude. Assassins need payrolls, orders, times, schedules. This was a military-style ambush from start to finish... a coup d'etat with Lyndon Johnson waiting in the wings. |
I don't doubt their involvement, Bill, but at a low level. Could the Mob change the parade route, Bill, or eliminate the protection for the President? Could the Mob send Oswald to Russia and get him back? Could the Mob get the FBI, the CIA, and the Dallas Police to make a mess of the investigation? Could the Mob appoint the Warren Commission to cover it up? Could the Mob wreck the autopsy? Could the Mob influence the national media to go to sleep? And since when has the Mob used anything but .38's for hits, up close? The Mob wouldn't have the guts or the power for something of this magnitude. Assassins need payrolls, orders, times, schedules. This was a military-style ambush from start to finish... a coup d'etat with Lyndon Johnson waiting in the wings. | Oh, now you're saying Lyndon Johnson was involved? The President of the United States? |
With a full-blown conspiracy to cover it up? Y'ever read your Shakespeare, Bill? | Yeah. |
Yeah. | Julius Caesar: "Brutus and Cassius, they too are honorable men." Who killed Caesar? Twenty, twenty-five Senators. All it takes is one Judas, Bill - a few people, on the inside, Pentagon, CIA... |
Julius Caesar: "Brutus and Cassius, they too are honorable men." Who killed Caesar? Twenty, twenty-five Senators. All it takes is one Judas, Bill - a few people, on the inside, Pentagon, CIA... | This is Louisiana, chief. How the hell do you know who your daddy is? 'Cause your momma told you so... You're way out there taking a crap in the wind, boss, and I for one ain't going along on this one. Jim sighs, saddened. Bill was one of his best men. |
Somebody planted that fucking story! And somebody tipped off the press I'm one of Garrison's fucking suspects. I can't go home. I'm out on the street. The maggots are everywhere! Do you know what you've done to me? It's all over the national news now. You know what you've done to me? | Calm down, Dave, what? |
Calm down, Dave, what? | I'm a dead man! From here on, believe me, I'm a dead man. |
I'm a dead man! From here on, believe me, I'm a dead man. | What are you talking about, Dave? You weren't mentioned in the story. Don't jump to conclusions. |
What are you talking about, Dave? You weren't mentioned in the story. Don't jump to conclusions. | You think your investigation's been all that secret? You know, when you talk to people, they talk to other people. |
You think your investigation's been all that secret? You know, when you talk to people, they talk to other people. | What did they... |
What did they... | You still questioning any Cubans? |
You still questioning any Cubans? | Dave, you know that's where this road leads. |
Dave, you know that's where this road leads. | It leads farther than that. |
It leads farther than that. | Dave, just calm down. Meet me in the lobby of the Fontainbleau in 20 minutes. I'll have a suite reserved for you under an assumed name. |
Dave, just calm down. Meet me in the lobby of the Fontainbleau in 20 minutes. I'll have a suite reserved for you under an assumed name. | The Fontainbleau? 20 minutes? |
The Fontainbleau? 20 minutes? | Yeah. Come on, Dave, come on our side. I guarantee you the boss'll protect you... Dave? |
Yeah. Come on, Dave, come on our side. I guarantee you the boss'll protect you... Dave? | ...give me protection? |
...give me protection? | Yeah! He'd kill for you Dave. He likes you. Your mind. |
Yeah! He'd kill for you Dave. He likes you. Your mind. | I got no place to sleep. I'll meet you in 20 minutes. |
What about the mob, Dave? How do they figure in this? | They're Agency, too. Don't you get it? CIA and Mafia together. Trying to whack out the Beard. Mutual interests. They been doing it for years. There's more to this than you dream. FBI fucking hates the CIA. Navy Intelligence got something to do with it too. Check out "Alan Pope" in Miami. Jack Youngblood. Bill Harvey. Colonel Roselli. The shooter, I hear, was a Dallas cop - the bagman at Ruby's club. I heard he shot his own partner. Got that? Check out the rich fucks in Dallas. H.L. Hunt. He's dirty. That's all I know. But the Agency always runs the show. Check out something called "Mongoose" Operation Mongoose. Government, Pentagon stuff, they're in charge, but who the fuck pulls whose chain who the fuck knows, fun 'n' games man - check out Southeast Asia - that's the next big number - the heroin trail. "Oh, what a deadly web we weave when we practice to deceive." |
Let me get this straight, now. Clay Shaw is blackmailing you? | Fuckin' A. How do you think the Agency gets people to do their bullshit? Fuck knows what they got on Oswald! |
They'll get to you, too - they'll destroy you... They're untouchable, man... I'm so fucking exhausted I can't see straight. | Get some rest, Dave, and you'll feel better in the morning. We'll talk then. |
Get some rest, Dave, and you'll feel better in the morning. We'll talk then. | Yeah, yeah. But leave me alone for awhile. I got to make some calls. |
Daddy said it was all right if I was real quiet. | Sure it is. Freckle Face, if I ever handled a minor felon like that, it'd be all over the papers. I'd catch hell. And this is the alleged murderer of the President? |
These new people never identified themselves. They musta been watching the whole thing 'cause they knew everything Mary and me had been doing that day. I guess I wasn't too hard to find - wearing that red raincoat. | How many shots you say you heard? |
How many shots you say you heard? | Four to six. |
Four to six. | That's impossible. You heard echoes ...echoes. We have three bullets and three shots which came from the Book Depository and that's all we're willing to say. |
That's impossible. You heard echoes ...echoes. We have three bullets and three shots which came from the Book Depository and that's all we're willing to say. | ...which is strange 'cause this is less than 20 minutes after the assassination. |
...which is strange 'cause this is less than 20 minutes after the assassination. | No, I saw a guy shooting from over there. He was behind that fence. What are you going to do about it? |
No, I saw a guy shooting from over there. He was behind that fence. What are you going to do about it? | We have that taken care of. You only heard three shots and you are not to talk to anyone about this. No one, you hear? |
We have that taken care of. You only heard three shots and you are not to talk to anyone about this. No one, you hear? | I was scared. It was all kinda queer, but it sure felt like two and two was coming up three... and then they took Mary's five snapshots from me, sent them to Washington, and when they returned them weeks later, two of them had the backgrounds mutilated... The only one we saved was in Mary's camera. I didn't want to go to Washington when the Warren Commission subpoenaed me... so the lawyer come down here and interviewed me at Parkland Hospital. |
...now it gets positively spooky. In January, 1961 - in New Orleans, at the Bolton Ford Dealership - when the Oswald we know is in Russia - there is a man using the name "Oswald" to buy trucks for the Friends of Democratic Cuba. The salesman never saw him again, but guess who's on the articles of incorporation of the Friends of Democratic Cuba? Guy Banister. Banister has someone using the name "Oswald" to buy the trucks. Hoover, at the FBI, writes a memo dated June, 1960, that there could be someone using Oswald's passport and identity. | Goddamn! They put Oswald together from Day One! Like some dummy corporation in the Bahamas - you just move him around a board. Sent him to Russia, in and out, no passport problems. You got the word "microdots" in his notebook, you got the Minox camera and the electronic devices they find in his possessions, the sealed DIZ201 personnel file. For all we know, there could be a dozen Oswalds in different cities, countries - all of them leaving a trail of incriminating evidence that could easily be traced to a scapegoat after the assassination. Does the real Oswald know he's been put together? Who knows. It doesn't matter, does it? He's a low level spy, he doesn't know who he really works for... |
Perhaps a few more details about the evening will refresh your memory. Mr. O'Keefe told us dinner was served by a uniformed waiter - a colored man. He particularly remembers that you sat at one end and he at the other - which he found rather unusual because the table was so long. Does that bring back memories of Willie O'Keefe? | Not at all. But on the other hand, I do have a lovely Chippendale dining table and I often have a friend over sitting at one end while I sit at the other. That is precisely the point of a long dining table. The splendor of the meal adds to the enjoyment of it. |
Not at all. But on the other hand, I do have a lovely Chippendale dining table and I often have a friend over sitting at one end while I sit at the other. That is precisely the point of a long dining table. The splendor of the meal adds to the enjoyment of it. | I would imagine a uniformed waiter helps. |
I would imagine a uniformed waiter helps. | It adds a taste of elegance for which I must confess a weakness for now and then. I call him Smedley. His real name is Frankie Jenkins - but I could hardly imagine anything more uncouth during dinner than my turning toward the kitchen and hollering "Frankie!" .. Where is this leading to, Mr. Garrison? |
After dinner you paid him to have sex with you. | Pffft! Absolute nonsense. The Quarter is filled with vivid imaginations, my dear Mr. Garrison - grimy young hoodlums who'll say and do anything. As you well know. |
Pffft! Absolute nonsense. The Quarter is filled with vivid imaginations, my dear Mr. Garrison - grimy young hoodlums who'll say and do anything. As you well know. | ...in the course of that night, Mr. O'Keefe said a man named David Ferrie stopped by the house... along with another young man... |
Graveyard dead. August this year. A single car accident on an empty road in Midlothian, Texas. The doctor said he was in some kind of strange shock when he died. | We need to find more witnesses, Lou. |
We need to find more witnesses, Lou. | There was Rose Cheramie. A whore. Two Cubans threw her out of a car on the way to Dallas. |
Goddamn Sam! | And it ain't pretty ..."the AD has spent more than $8,000 on unexplained travel and investigative expenses since November, 1966. |
Are you giving me an ultimatum, Lou? | Well, if that's what you want to call it. I didn't ever think it would come to this. I guess I am, boss. |
Well, if that's what you want to call it. I didn't ever think it would come to this. I guess I am, boss. | I will not have any damned ultimatums put to me, Lou. I'll accept your resignation. |
I will not have any damned ultimatums put to me, Lou. I'll accept your resignation. | You sure got it. You're one stubborn and stupid sonofabitch D.A. and you're making one hell of a mistake! |
Well, thanks for coming. | You didn't get that break you needed, but you went as far as any man could, bubba. What can I do for you? |
You didn't get that break you needed, but you went as far as any man could, bubba. What can I do for you? | Just speculating, I guess. How do you think it started? |
Just speculating, I guess. How do you think it started? | I think it started in the wind. Money - arms, big oil, Pentagon people, contractors, bankers, politicians like L.B.J. were committed to a war in Southeast Asia. As early as '61 they knew Kennedy was going to change things... He was not going to war in Southeast Asia. Who knows? Probably some boardroom or lunchroom somewhere - Houston, New York - hell, maybe Bonn, Germany... who knows, it's international now. |
Clay something, that was his name - Clay. | Bertrand. Clay Bertrand? |
Bertrand. Clay Bertrand? | Yeah! That's it. I don't know. Maybe it wasn't. I gotta go. |
Yeah! That's it. I don't know. Maybe it wasn't. I gotta go. | Clay Bertrand. He's in the Warren Report. He tried to get Oswald a lawyer. Was Kennedy ever discussed, Jack? |
Clay Bertrand. He's in the Warren Report. He tried to get Oswald a lawyer. Was Kennedy ever discussed, Jack? | Sure. 'Course they hated the sonofabitch, but... |
Sure. 'Course they hated the sonofabitch, but... | The assassination, Jack? |
The assassination, Jack? | Never. Not with me sir, never... Listen, I think I'd better go. I said enough. I said all I'm going to say. |
Never. Not with me sir, never... Listen, I think I'd better go. I said enough. I said all I'm going to say. | Hold on, Jack. What's the problem? |
Hold on, Jack. What's the problem? | What's the problem? What's the problem? Do I need to spell it out for you, Mr. Garrison? I better go. |
What's the problem? What's the problem? Do I need to spell it out for you, Mr. Garrison? I better go. | Nobody knows what we're talking about, Jack. |
Nobody knows what we're talking about, Jack. | You're so naive, mister. |
I'm sorry, I just decided to stay in the suit -- get out of that damn uniform. | Oh, that's not a problem. |
What the fuck can I say? I'm serious, man. What the fuck can I say? Thank you... thank you... thank you. | Who was there for your ass? |
Who was there for your ass? | You were there for me. |
You were there for me. | Who? |
Who? | You. |
Hey, c'mon in, man. I was just -- you know -- smokin' a fatty, watchin' TV. | Naw, man. I gotta be someplace. I was kinda hopin you could come with me. |
Naw, man. I gotta be someplace. I was kinda hopin you could come with me. | What'd ya mean? |
What'd ya mean? | Look, I hate to be the kinda nigga, does a nigga a favor -- then BAM -- hits a nigga up for a favor in return. But I'm afraid I gotta be that kinda nigga. |
Look, I hate to be the kinda nigga, does a nigga a favor -- then BAM -- hits a nigga up for a favor in return. But I'm afraid I gotta be that kinda nigga. | What? |
What? | I need a favor. |
I need a favor. | That requires me goin' out tonight? |
That requires me goin' out tonight? | A bit. |
A bit. | Aaaaawww man, I wasn't plannin' on goin' no place. It's twelve o'clock, man. I'm home, I'm high -- |
Aaaaawww man, I wasn't plannin' on goin' no place. It's twelve o'clock, man. I'm home, I'm high -- | Why the fuck you at home? Cause I spent ten thousand dollars gittin' your ass home. Look, I gotta problem. I need help, and you can help me. |
Fuck that shit, man. I ain't shootin' anybody. | What the fuck I tell you. You don't hafta shoot nobody. Just hold the gun. They'll get the idea. |
What the fuck I tell you. You don't hafta shoot nobody. Just hold the gun. They'll get the idea. | I ain't gittin' in that trunk. |
I ain't gittin' in that trunk. | We're only goin' to Koreatown. You'll be in there -- ten minutes. |
We're only goin' to Koreatown. You'll be in there -- ten minutes. | Uh-uh. I ain't riding in that trunk no minutes. Why don't I just ride with you? |
Uh-uh. I ain't riding in that trunk no minutes. Why don't I just ride with you? | You can't ride with me. The surprise effect is ninety percent of it. |
You can't ride with me. The surprise effect is ninety percent of it. | Well, I'm sorry, man, but I ain't gittin' in that trunk. |
Well, I'm sorry, man, but I ain't gittin' in that trunk. | I can't believe you do me this way. |
I can't believe you do me this way. | I ain't doin' you no way. I just ain't climbin' in that trunk. I got a problem with small places. |
I ain't doin' you no way. I just ain't climbin' in that trunk. I got a problem with small places. | Well, my ass has got a problem spending ten thousand dollars of my own goddam money to get ungrateful, peanuthead niggas outta jail, but I do it -- |
Well, my ass has got a problem spending ten thousand dollars of my own goddam money to get ungrateful, peanuthead niggas outta jail, but I do it -- | Look, man, I know I owe you -- |
Look, man, I know I owe you -- | Well, if you owe me, git your ass in the trunk. |
Well, if you owe me, git your ass in the trunk. | I wanna help you, but I don't wanna be locked in the trunk of no car. |
I wanna help you, but I don't wanna be locked in the trunk of no car. | You think I wanted to spend ten thousand dollars on your ass? |
Answer the question, nigga. Do you think I wanted to spend the thousand dollars on your ass? Yes or no? | Course you didn't. |
Course you didn't. | But the only way to help you was to do that, so I did it. Okay, how 'bout this? After we're through fuckin' with these Koreans, I take you to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles. My treat. |
I'm not a loser. | Oh, you're both? In 1985 you were flying for TWA and got busted for carrying drugs. You were carrying them for a pilot husband of yours. He did time and you got off. But that ended your career with the big airlines. Cut to thirteen years later. You're forty-four years of age. You're flying for the shittiest little shuttle-fucking piece of shit Mexican airline that there is. Where you make a whopping twelve-thousand dollars a year. That ain't a hulluva lot to show for a twenty year career. And to top it off, you're going to jail. Now true, the judge, even with your prior, will probably only give you a year or two. But this doesn't seem like the time of life you got years to throw away. Now, we don't like trying losers like they're criminals. But in the absence of a criminal, we will try you. Now, wasn't this money given to you by an American living in Mexico by the name of Cedric Walker? |
What's this? | That's my diet shit. |
You gain weight? | Ten pounds. I lose it and put it back on. |
Ten pounds. I lose it and put it back on. | That's why I don't quit. If I can't fly anymore, I'm gonna have a bitch of a time gettin' my brand. |
That's why I don't quit. If I can't fly anymore, I'm gonna have a bitch of a time gettin' my brand. | What's your brand? |
What's your brand? | Davidoffs. I get 'em in Mexico. They're hard to find here. I was locked up with the last two getting legal advice from a woman who was in for bustin' her boyfriend's head open with a baseball bat. |
Davidoffs. I get 'em in Mexico. They're hard to find here. I was locked up with the last two getting legal advice from a woman who was in for bustin' her boyfriend's head open with a baseball bat. | Was she helpful? |
Was she helpful? | She was more helpful than the fuckin' Public Defender. I don't know -- I guess what I need is a lawyer, find out what my options are. |
She was more helpful than the fuckin' Public Defender. I don't know -- I guess what I need is a lawyer, find out what my options are. | You know, I figured out the other day I've written something like fifteen thousand bonds since I've been in the business. I'd say about eighty percent of them were at least drug related. If you want, I can help you look at your options. |
You know who put the dope in your bag? | Yeah, but that's not what this was about. They were fuckin waitin' for my ass. They knew I had that money, they even knew the amount. The one who searched my bag, from L.A.P.D., Dargus, hardly even looked at it. "Oh, I'd say there's fifty thousand here. What would you say?" But all they could do was threaten me and hand me over to Customs, and I could tell they didn't want to do that. |
Yeah, but that's not what this was about. They were fuckin waitin' for my ass. They knew I had that money, they even knew the amount. The one who searched my bag, from L.A.P.D., Dargus, hardly even looked at it. "Oh, I'd say there's fifty thousand here. What would you say?" But all they could do was threaten me and hand me over to Customs, and I could tell they didn't want to do that. | They wanted you to tell them what you know. |
They wanted you to tell them what you know. | I had 'em too. I burnt those two Starky and Hutch motherfuckers down. Then their asses lucked out and found that coke. |
I had 'em too. I burnt those two Starky and Hutch motherfuckers down. Then their asses lucked out and found that coke. | What did they want to know? |
What did they want to know? | Who gave me the money and who I was giving it to. And some guy they found in a trunk with his head blown off. Said it was him who told them 'bout me. |
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