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January, 1961.
President Dwight D. Eisenhower's Farewell Address to the Nation.
This conjunction of an immense military establishment and arms industry is new...
...in the American experience.
The total influence...
...economic, political, even spiritual...
...is felt in every city, every statehouse, every government office.
We must guard against the acquisition...
...of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought...
...by the military-industrial complex.
We must never let the weight of this combination...
...endanger our liberties or democratic processes.
November, 1960.
Senator John Fitzgerald Kennedy of Massachusetts...
...wins one of the narrowest election victories in American history...
...over Vice President Richard Nixon by a little more than 100,000 votes.
Alongside his beautiful and elegant wife, Jacqueline Bouvier...
...Kennedy is the symbol of the new freedom of the 1960s...
...signifying change and upheaval to the American public.
All men are created equal.
Every degree of mind and spirit that I possess will be devoted...
...to freedom around the world.
Today, the proudest boast is:
"Ich bin ein Berliner!"
He inherits a secret war against the communist Castro dictatorship in Cuba...
...a war run by the CIA and angry Cuban exiles.
Castro is a successful revolutionary...
...frightening to American business interests in Latin America.
This war culminates in the disastrous Bay of Pigs invasion...
...in April, 1961...
...when Kennedy refuses to provide air cover for the exiled Cuban brigade.
Kennedy takes public responsibility for the failure.
He privately claims the CIA lied to him...
...and tried to manipulate him into ordering an American invasion of Cuba.
In October, 1962...
...the world comes to the brink of nuclear war...
...when Kennedy quarantines Cuba...
...after announcing the presence of offensive Soviet nuclear missiles...
...90 miles off American shores.
Soviet ships with more missiles sail towards Cuba...
...but at the last moment they turn back.
The world breathes with relief.
In Washington, rumors abound that JFK has cut a secret deal...
...with Russian Premier Khrushchev...
...not to invade Cuba in return for a Russian withdrawal of missiles.
Suspicions abound that Kennedy is soft on communism.
Kennedy also finds himself embroiled in Laos and Vietnam.
We've got our difficulties there.
Unless a greater effort is made by the government...
...to win popular support, I don't think the war can be won there.
It's their war. They're the ones who have to win or lose it.
Early that fateful summer...
...Kennedy speaks of his new vision at the American University.
What kind of peace do I mean?
What kind of peace do we seek?
Not a Pax Americana...
...enforced on the world by American weapons of war.
We must re-examine our own attitudes towards the Soviet Union.
Our most basic common link...
...is that we all inhabit...
...this small planet.
We all breathe the same air.
We all cherish our children's future.
And we are all mortal.
You fucking assholes!
They've gone to Dallas.
Friday.
They're going to kill...
...Kennedy.
Call somebody.
Stop them.
These are serious fucking guys.
She's been high on something since they brought her in.
Help! Please!
Here is a bulletin from CBS News.
In Dallas, Texas, three shots were fired...
...at President Kennedy's motorcade in downtown Dallas.
The first reports say that President Kennedy...
...has been seriously wounded by the shooting.
What's wrong?
The President's been shot.
In Dallas. 5 minutes ago.
Oh, no!
How bad?
No word. They think it's in the head.
Napoleon's has a TV set.
Three bullets were found. Governor Connally also appeared to have been hit.
The President was rushed to Parkland Memorial Hospital, 4 miles away.
We are told the bullet entered the base of the throat and came out the back.
But there is no confirmation.
Blood transfusions are being given. A priest has administered the last rites.
There's still a chance.
Pull through, Jack.
From Dallas...
...the flash, apparently official:
President Kennedy died...
...at 1:00 p.m. Central Standard Time.
2:00 Eastern Standard Time...
...some 38 minutes ago.
Vice President Johnson has left the hospital.
Presumably he will take the oath of office shortly...
...and become the 36th President of the United States.
He did so much for this country, for colored people. Why?
Good-bye, you sorry bastard! Die!
Shut the fuck up!
I'm ashamed to be an American today.
The President of the United States is dead.
I just talked to Father Oscar Hubert of the Holy Trinity Catholic Church.
He told me...
...President Kennedy had been given the last rites.
Shortly after 12:30...
...near the park in downtown Dallas...
...the shots rang out.
The President is dead.
The bullets came up over our heads...
...from that fence up on the knoll.
I seen his face when it hit.
His ear blew off and he turned real white.
He flopped over on his stomach...
...with his foot sticking out.
None of us thought it could happen in America or any place else.
All this blubbering over that no-count son-of-a-bitch!
They're bawling like they knew the man. Makes me want to puke.
For God's sake, the President was shot.
A bullshit President!
Nobody's crying for the thousands of Cubans...
...that bastard condemned to death and torture at Bay of Pigs.
Goddamn peace treaties!
I heard shots from over there.
- I heard shots from over there. - How many?
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 too much to drink.
Bullshit!
Here's to the New Frontier.
Camelot in smithereens.
I'll drink to that.
Dallas police have just announced...
...they have a suspect in the killing of Dallas policeman J.D. Tippit...
...who was shot at 1:15 in Oak Cliff, a Dallas suburb.
Police say there could be a tie-in to the President's murder.
The suspect, identified as a Lee Harvey Oswald...
...was arrested by more than a dozen police officers...
...after a short scuffle at a movie theater in Oak Cliff.
Officer Tippit was killed...
...by a revolver which was found on Oswald.
Shoot the bastard!
Give him a medal for shooting Kennedy!
I don't know what I am charged with...
...but I emphatically deny these charges.
The kid must've gone nuts, right?
I said Oswald must've flipped.
Right?
Just did this crazy thing before anybody could stop him.
I'm going. I've got to get home, chief.
What are you talking about?
Who'd have ever thought...
...that goofy Oswald kid would pull a stunt like an assassination?
Goes to show you can never know about some people. Am I right, Jack?
Am I right, Jack?
Well, bless my soul.
All these years, I thought you were on my team.
Are you kidding?
I couldn't be more serious, Jack.
Your little red eyes had me wondering about your loyalty.
Look at that, Martin.
Who's been going through my files?
You been looking through my files, you little weasel!
You're starting to get paranoid. Really!
You went through all my files!
You're a goddamn spy!
Why would I want to look through your files?
I've seen enough here this summer to write a book.
I always lock my files!
You're the only one here today.
What do you mean, you bastard?
You're going to write a book?
You know what I mean.
I've seen a lot of strange things here.
Strange people.
You didn't see a goddamn thing!
Not a goddamn thing!
The full name is Lee Harvey Oswald.
- Did you shoot the President? - I didn't shoot anybody.
They have taken me in because I have lived in the Soviet Union.
I'm just a patsy!
He sure looks like a creep.
I protested at that time I was not allowed legal representation...
...during that very short and sweet hearing.
I really don't know...
...what this situation is about.
Nobody has told me anything except that I am accused...
...of murdering a policeman.
I know nothing more than that.
I do request someone to come forward...
...to give me legal assistance.
Were you ever in the Free Cuba movement or whatever it's called?
Fair Play for Cuba Committee.
Why were you in Russia? What happened to your eyes?
He seems pretty cool for a man under pressure.
A policeman hit me.
He gives me the willies.
Come on, sugarplums, it's past your bedtimes.
Mattie, honey, get a hold of yourself.
A fine man.
After a stint in the Marines...
...he became fascinated by communism. He is said to be a dedicated Marxist...
...and a fanatical supporter of Fidel Castro and ultra left-wing causes.
He spent last summer in New Orleans and was arrested...
...in a brawl with anti-Castro Cuban exiles.
Lou? Sorry to disturb you this late.
Matter of routine. Get on this Oswald connection in New Orleans.
Check out his record. Find any friends or associates from last summer.
Let's meet with the investigators day after tomorrow.
On Sunday?
Sunday. 11:00.
Thanks, Lou.
I would say that he is the killer...
...beyond a reasonable doubt and to a moral certainty.
I thought a motorcycle had backfired. I looked to my left.
A second shot hit him in the face.
The rifle, a cheap World War II Italian-made Mannlicher-Carcano...
...was ordered from a Chicago mailing house...
...and shipped to Oswald's alias, A. Hidell...
...at a post office box in March of 1963.
This same rifle was used to assassinate the President.
That ties it up.
Another nut. Jesus Christ, anybody can get a rifle in Texas!
As far as Oswald's associates, one name keeps popping up: David Ferrie.
Oswald was seen with him several times last summer.
I know David. Strange character.
He's been in trouble before. He was a hot- shot pilot for Eastern Airlines.
Got canned after an alleged homosexual incident.
These photos were found yesterday among Oswald's possessions...
...in the garage where Marina Oswald and her children are living.
Somebody mentioned Ferrie on that Texas trip. Find out who.
He no shoot anyone.
He good man. Good husband.
So it seems David Ferrie drove off on Friday afternoon for Texas.
A source said maybe he was a getaway pilot for Oswald.
Hold your horses.
What kind of source?
The anonymous kind, chief.
I remember Ferrie speaking at a meeting of some veterans group...
...ranting against Castro. Extreme stuff.
They're bringing him out. Numa, turn it up.
Here he comes!
Anything to say in your defense?
Oswald!
He shot him!
He shot him on TV!
There's a man with a gun!
70 cops there. What were they doing?
No trial now. Somebody just saved the Dallas DA a pile of work.
Let's get David Ferrie in here anyway.
It's wrong. This is crazy!
Yesterday, in the midst of sorrow, the business of government went on.
The President met with Henry Cabot Lodge, our Ambassador to Vietnam...
...and members of his Cabinet.
The major subject was Vietnam...
...a crisis that does not pause for bereavement.
From this meeting...
...came affirmations that the U.S. would continue aiding...
...the new government of Vietnam and its war against the communist insurgents.
David Ferrie.
Come on in.
Thanks for coming.
Remember me? We met on Carondelet Street after your election.
I remember. You make quite an impression.
I've heard you're a first-rate pilot.
Legend has it you can get in and out of the smallest field.
I'm a pilot myself. Flew grasshoppers for the field artillery in the war.
Make yourself comfortable.
Mind if I smoke?
How could l?
As you know, President Kennedy was assassinated on Friday.
A man named Lee Harvey Oswald was arrested as a suspect...
...then murdered yesterday by a man named Jack Ruby.
We've had reports that Oswald spent the summer here...
...and that you knew Oswald.
I've never met anyone named Oswald. Anybody told you that has to be crazy.
When he was a teenager he served in your Civil Air Patrol unit.
If he did, I don't remember him.
Lots of boys in and out.
Surely you've seen this. Perhaps you knew him under another name?
I never saw him before in my life.
Then we must have gotten mistaken information.
Thanks for straightening it out.
There's one other matter.
We heard you went to Texas shortly after the assassination on Friday.
True. I drove to Houston.
What was so appealing about Houston?
I hadn't been ice-skating lately. Some young friends and l...
...decided to go skating.
Why the urge to ice-skate in Texas...
...during one of the worst thunderstorms in recent memory?
Spur of the moment thing.
Storm wasn't bad.
Where did you go?
Houston.
Saturday we drove to Galveston, stayed there.
And Sunday?
In the morning, we went goose hunting.
Did you bag any?
The boys got a couple.
Boys said they didn't get any.
They're right.
There were thousands of geese everywhere.
But you couldn't approach them. They're wise.
Your friends said you had no weapons.
Isn't it difficult to hunt geese without a shotgun?
I remember now. I'm sorry.
I got confused.
We got near the geese, then realized we had forgotten our shotguns.
Stupid, right?
So, of course, we didn't get any geese.
Thank you for your time.
Sorry this must end inconveniently...
...but I must detain you for questioning by the FBI.
Why? What's wrong?
Your story is not believable.
Really?
What part?
This afternoon the FBI released David W. Ferrie...
...of New Orleans.
After extensive questioning and a background check...
...the Bureau found no evidence that Mr. Ferrie knew Lee Harvey Oswald...
...or had any connection with the assassination.
The agent in charge would like to make clear...
...that Ferrie was detained for questioning...
...by the District Attorney of Orleans Parish.
I thought we were on the same side.
Why are they saying that?
Pretty fast, the way they let him go.
They must know something we don't.
So let's get on with our lives.
We have homegrown crimes to prosecute.
The President has announced...
...the creation of a commission to probe the events in Dallas.
It will be headed by Chief Justice Earl Warren...
...and is expected to head off several Congressional and Texas inquiries.
On the panel are Allen Dulles, ex-chief of the CIA...
...Representative Gerald Ford, banker John McCloy...
Fucking out of control. All of these hippies running around on drugs.
You can't tell a boy from a girl anymore.
I saw a girl the other day. Pregnant. You could see her whole belly.
You know what she had painted on it? "Love Child."
It's a mess down there, Jim.
We've bitten off more Vietnam than we can chew.
It figures with that polecat Lyndon in the White House.
I sometimes think things have gone downhill since Kennedy died.
Don't get me started on that.
Those Warren Commission fellows were picking gnat shit out of pepper.
Nobody's going to tell me that kid shot like he did from that bookstore.
But the FBI test-fired the rifle to see if it could be done.
Three experts and not one of them could do it.
They say that Oswald got off 3 shots with world-class precision...
...from a manual bolt-action rifle in less than 6 seconds.
According to his Marine buddies, he got Maggie's drawers.
That means he wasn't any good.
Average man would be lucky to shoot twice.
And the first would be the best.
Here the third shot's perfect.
And they got that bullet zigzagging all over the place...
...hitting Kennedy and Connally 7 times.
One pristine bullet? That dog don't hunt.
Something's always bothered me about that from day one.
Think other men were involved?
If I'm investigating the case, I'd round up the world's 100 best riflemen...
...find out which were in Dallas that day.
You been duck hunting. Oswald's an old-fashioned decoy.
What did he say? "I'm just a patsy." Believe it.
Dinner's just about ready.
Got a surprise for you tonight. Tried something new.
- What? - Dinner.
Smells good. Do you know Oswald...
...was interrogated for 12 hours after the assassination...
...with no lawyer present, and nobody recorded a word of it.
I can't believe it. A police captain and a crowd of FBI agents had to know...
...that with no record what Oswald said is inadmissible in court.
Let's talk at the table. It's getting cold.
What are you doing here?
Daddy said it's okay if I'm quiet.
It is.
If I handled a minor felon that way, it'd be all over the papers.
This is the alleged murderer of the President.
Again and again credible testimony's ignored.
Leads are not followed up, conclusions are selective, no index.
It's the sloppiest investigation I've ever seen.
Dozens of witnesses heard the shots...
...coming from the grassy knoll in front of Kennedy...
...not the Book Depository behind him.
But it's broken down and spread around. You read it, but the point is lost.
I never believed it.
I'll do the dishes. You take Eb up.
Elizabeth, your bedtime too!
That was 3 years ago. We've tried to put it out of our minds.
You keep digging it up.
You're the DA of New Orleans.
Isn't the Kennedy assassination a bit out of your domain?
All those important people studied it.
I can't believe a man as intelligent as Earl Warren read those volumes.
Maybe you're right.
You got an hour to solve the case while I get the kids in bed.
Then you're mine. Mr. Kennedy will have to wait until morning.
Look, Dad. Look what I drew.
That's something. What is it?
It's a rhino in a cage.
- Can I stay up another hour? - I don't think so, son.
Pickle and Snapper, my two...
...dancing partners.
Good night, doodle bugs.
One hour, you hear?
Some Saturday night date you are.
Mama warned me this would happen if I married such a serious man as you.
When I come up, I'll show you how Saturday night got invented.
I sealed off the area and held off the trains till they could be examined.
There were some transients taken on at least one train.
Mr. Bowers, you already talked to us about this matter. Is that correct?
Yes.
Is there anything else you told us...
...that I haven't asked you about, that you can think of?
Nothing that I can recall.
Witness is excused.
A long freight...
...was in there and we pulled some people off.
Do you mean some transients?
Tramps and hobos.
Were they questioned?
They were questioned at the station.
Ask the question.
Let's go back to that Amos Evins matter.
Traffic had been cut off into the area since 10:00.
But 3 cars came in during this time.
From around noon till the time of the shooting.
They circled the parking lot and left.
Like they was checking the area.
One of the drivers...
...was holding something...
...to his mouth.
The last car came in about 7 to 10 minutes before the shooting.
It was a white Chevrolet, 4-door Impala.
Muddy up to the windows.
Towards the underpass, I saw 2 men...
...standing behind a picket fence...
...looking up towards Main and Houston, as the caravan came down.
One of them was middle-aged...
...heavyset.
The other man was younger.
Two other men were on the east end of the parking lot.
They both had uniforms.
At the time of the shooting...
...there seemed to be some commotion.
I'm just unable to describe...
...a flash of light or smoke or something.
It caused me to feel that something out of the ordinary...
...had occurred on the embankment.
Goddamn.
No!
- You all right? - Honey, it's incredible.
What?
The whole thing.
A Lt. Colonel testifies that...
...Oswald has a Russian language exam as part of his Marine training...
...only a few months before he defects to the Soviet Union.
A Russian exam.
It's 4:30 a.m.! I have 5 kids who'll wake up in an hour.
In all my years in the military, I never knew a single man who had a Russian test.
Oswald was a radar operator.
He'd have about as much use for Russian as a cat has for pajamas.
These books have gotten to your mind!
- Stop reading. - They make it sound like nothing.
Oswald tested badly.
He got only two more Russian words right than wrong.
That's like me saying Touchdown here is not very intelligent...
...because I beat him 3 games out of 5 when we played chess.
Are you going to stay up all night, every night? For what?
To be the only man who's read all 26 volumes of the Warren Report?
Do I have to spell it out for you?
Lee Oswald was no ordinary soldier.
He was in military intelligence. He was trained in Russian.
It was no accident he was in Russia.
- Go back to sleep. - Been sleeping for three years!
Morning boys. Ready for a walking tour?
7:30 Sunday morning? Not exactly fresh blood we're sniffing.
Old stains, but just as telling.
531 Lafayette Street.
Remember whose office this was in '63?
Sure. Guy Banister.
Ex-FBI man. Died a couple of years ago.
Headed the Chicago office. Retired and became a private eye here.
I used to have lunch with him. John Birch Society, Minutemen.
To the right of Attila the Hun.
Recruited students to infiltrate radical organizations on campus.
Headed the Anti-Communist League of the Caribbean.
All out of this office.
I want to show you something.
Take a look here.
544 Camp Street.
531 Lafayette Street.
Same building, right?
Different addresses, different entrances, both going...
...to the same offices upstairs.
Guess who used it?
Lee Harvey Oswald.
How do we know that?
This address was stamped on...
...pro-Castro leaflets he handed out in the summer of '63 on Canal Street.
The same leaflets they found in his garage in Dallas.
After the arrest, 544 Camp St. never appeared on the pamphlets again.
He was arrested for fighting with anti-Castro Cubans.
But he'd contacted them already...
...as an ex-Marine trying to join the anti-Castro crusade.
When they heard he was now pro-Castro, they paid him a visit.
What's this Fidel shit?
You lied to me!
Liar! Son-of-a-bitch!
Do not take this communist propaganda!
If you want to hit me, hit me.
You pinko shit!
Go back to Moscow!
It was no real fight.
The arresting lieutenant later said he felt it was a staged incident.
In jail, Oswald has a private session...
...with Special Agent John Quigley of the FBI.
Oswald is released.
And Quigley destroys his notes from the interview.
The arrest gets Oswald a lot of publicity.
And he appears on a local TV debate.
You are a Communist, are you not?
No, Mr. Bringuier. I am not a Communist.
I'm a Marxist-Leninist.
Communist, Marxist-Leninist, what's the difference?
What if I told you Oswald was trained in the Russian language in the Marines?
I'd say he got intelligence training.
You were a Marine. Who'd run it?
Office of Naval Intelligence.
Look across the street.
Post office.
Upstairs, in 1963, that was the Office of Naval Intelligence.
By coincidence, Banister, before he was FBI, was ONI.
What's their saying?
"Once ONI, Always ONI"
He likes working near his old pals.
We are standing in the heart of...
...the U.S. government's intelligence community in New Orleans.
FBI.
CIA.
Secret Service.
ONI.
Isn't this a strange place for a...
...Communist to spend his spare time?
What are you driving at?
We're going back into the case.
The murder of the President.
Lord, wake me. I must be dreaming.
You're awake. I'm deadly serious.
Now, let's track down your anonymous source from 3 years ago.
How'd you find out David Ferrie drove to Texas that day?
I can't remember last night, let alone 3 years ago, boss.
You're not being cross-examined.
I need clarification about the night Guy Banister beat you over the head.
Don't tell me you don't remember.
You called our office from your hospital bed. You were hopping mad about it.
Here's my problem.
You told me you and Guy were good friends for a long time.
- Over 10 years. - And he never hit you before?
Never touched me.
Yet, on November 22, 1963, the day...
...of the President's murder...
...the police report says...
...he pistol-whipped you with a .357 Magnum.
It also says you argued about the phone bill. Look!
Is an argument over a phone bill a believable explanation to you?
There's more to it.
How much more?
I shouldn't talk.
I'd ask Guy. We were friendly. Heart attack?
You buy what you read in the papers.
- You have other information? - I didn't say that!
All I know is he died suddenly. Just before the Warren Report came out.
Why did Guy beat you, Jack?
You were the only one here!
The only one here!
You didn't see a goddamn thing!
Hell, Guy's dead, so it don't matter no more. It was all about those...
...people that was hanging around the office that summer.
I was never part of the operation.
I just handled their private eye work as it came in for Guy.
Not much did, but that's why I was there.
It was a nut house.
Cubans coming, going. And Christ, they all look the same to me.
You going to play with this rifle or pack it?
David Ferrie.
- You know about him? - We know Dave. Was he there?
He practically lived there.
The whole thing was all...
...cloak-and-dagger stuff.
They called it Operation Mongoose.
Idea was to train these Cuban exiles for another invasion of Cuba.
Banister's office was part of the supply line...
...from Dallas through New Orleans to Miami.
We stockpiled arms, explosives.
In view of the intelligence community in Lafayette Square?
Yes. Everybody knew everybody. They were all part of the network.
All worked for the CIA.
Pilots and black operators and civilians and the military.
Everybody was running guns then.
Ft. Jefferson, Bayou Bluff, Morgan City, you name it.
McAllen, Texas? Big gun run operation.
Where does Banister fit in?
He was running his camp north of Lake Pontchartrain.
Ferrie did a lot of the training.
They had a shooting range and tropical territory, like in Cuba.
Americans were trained there too.
Nazi types. Mercenaries.
That Ferrie, though. Jesus, he was the craziest.
Late summer the party was over. Kennedy didn't want another Bay of Pigs.
He told the FBI, "Shut up the camps."
"Confiscate the napalm, C-4 and all."
The G-men were just going through the motions.
Their hearts were still with their old FBI buddy Banister.
Oswald?
He was there too.
Sometimes meeting with Banister.
With the door shut.
Shootin' the bull with Ferrie, whatever. But he was there, all right.
Anything more specific, Jack? It's important.
One time, the secretary got upset...
I can't believe it, Mr. Banister. Lee Oswald is down on Canal Street...
...handing out communist leaflets supporting Castro.
It's okay, Delphine. He's with us.
Was anyone else involved at...
...Banister's level?
One guy. I don't know who.
Big. White hair.
I saw him in the office once. He looked out of place.
You know, a society guy.
Don't know his name, but Oswald was with him.
He had to do with money, because Banister never kissed ass...
...but he kissed his.
Clay something.
That was his name. Clay...
...Bertrand?
- Clay Bertrand? - I don't know.
- Maybe not. - No, that's right.
I must go.
He was in the Warren Report. He got Oswald a lawyer.
Was Kennedy discussed?
I don't know.
The assassination?
- Not with me. I've got to go. - Hold on.
- That's all I'll say. - What's the problem?
Do I have to spell it out for you?
Nobody knows what we're talking about here.
Oh, you are so naive.
- When'd you do business with Bertrand? - Pipe the bimbo in red.
Lawdy.
She's not as cute as you.
- You should try a legitimate business. - Why you dance on my head?
- We've been friends since law school. - Because you're conning me.
- I read your testimony. - Grain of salt.
You said Clay Bertrand called you the day after the assassination...
...and asked you to be Oswald's lawyer.
Right.
That's pretty important.
You told the FBI he's 6'2", then you tell the Commission he's 5'8".
How the hell does a man shrink like that?
They put the heat on me man, like you. I gave them what popped in my cabeza.
Truth is, I never met the dude.
- One likes friends that have friends. - Indeed.
I don't know what that cat looks like or where he's at.
All I know is sometimes he sends me some cases.
One day he calls, talks to me about repping Oswald in Dallas.
You ever speak to Oswald in Dallas?
I told that Bertrand cat right off this ain't my scene.
- I'm a hack. He needs a hot dog. - How did you get in the Commission?
Like I told the Washington boys...
...Bertrand asked me that summer to help the kid upgrade his Marine discharge.
Mr. Bertrand said he would take care of any of.
Fine.
- To whom am I speaking? - Clay Bertrand. I'll pay what they owe.
There was no conspiracy. If there was, why didn't Bobby Kennedy prosecute?
He was his brother.
How'd so many people keep such a secret?
- It was Oswald. He hated... - We're having communication problem.
I know you know who Clay Bertrand is. Stop eating that crab meat and listen.
I'm aware of our friendship, but I'll call you before the Grand Jury.
You lie to them as you lied to me, I'll charge you with perjury.
I took 9 judges on here in New Orleans.
I beat them all. Am I communicating with you?
Off the record?
In that case, let me sum it up for you.
If I answer that question you keep asking...
...if I give you the name of the big enchilada...
...then it's bon voyage, Deano.
Like a bullet in my head, you dig?
You're a mouse fighting a gorilla. JFK's dead as that crab meat.
The government's still breathing.
Either you give the Grand Jury Clay Bertrand's real identity...
...or your fat behind's going to the slammer.
You as crazy as you mama. It's in the genes.
Do you know what you're getting into?
The government will jump all over your head and go cock-a-doodle-doo.
Good day to you, sir.
District Attorney Garrison to see Prisoner 5388.
Ward block 2378.
We don't need gates with that swamp.
Many of them gone in there, none of them came out.
You got visitors here. Don't give them trouble.
- How you doing, Mr. Broussard? - Let's go, Willie.
Thank you, Mr. O'Keefe, for this time.
I got nothing but time.
Minutes, hours, days. Years of time.
Time stands still here, like a snake sunning itself.
Clay Bertrand?
I met him sometime in...
...June of '62. The Masquerade Bar.
Dave Ferrie took me there expressly to meet him.
Sexual purposes?
Did he pay you?
$20 each time. Ain't no secret. That's what I'm in for.
Anything unusual about him...
...you'd be able to describe in court?
He had something wrong with his leg.
Don't get me wrong. He's not one of those limp wrists.
He's a butch John. Meet him on the street, you'd never snap.
You could play poker with him, go fishing, you'd never snap.
One night we were at David Ferrie's...
...some time late in the summer of '63.
There was about 9 to 10 people there.
Cuban. Friends who'd done stuff in the bush with him. Place was a mess.
Dave's mind is a mess. He had caged mice...
...'cause he's working on a cancer cure.
Dave's smart, though. Speaks five languages.
Knows philosophy, medicine, military history, politics.
He wanted to be a priest. They defrocked him 'cause he's queer.
That's where you first met Oswald?
Strange Guy. Dave introduced him as...
...Leon Oswald.
How you doing?
What the fuck is he doing here?
Fuck you, motherfucker.
Leon's in a bad mood. Don't get excited.
You said Leon was actually Lee Harvey Oswald?
I have no reason to lie to you.
I'm already in jail.
Go on.
Finally they left and I was alone with Dave...
...and this Leon...
...and two of the Cubans, and this guy Bertrand.
Dave pulled out some clippings.
He'd been obsessed with Castro and Kennedy for months.
Little ass-wipe closed down the camps! Took our C-4!
Took 10,000 rounds! 3,000 pounds of gunpowder!
All our weapons!
You want to free Cuba? Whack out the fucking beard!
Kennedy won't let us. Our hands are empty. How can we?
Problem getting to him. Informers on every block.
They got new stuff!
I could show you dozens of poisons! Put it in his food, he'd die in 3 days.
No trace!
Put something in his beard, make it fall out. He'd look ridiculous...
Fucking Kennedy's doing all kinds of deals with that bastard Khrushchev.
Licking his ass.
An inspired act of God should happen here. Put a Texan in the White House!
The Cubans left. Dave was drunk.
He started in on Kennedy again.
I will kill! In the White House! Stab him in the heart!
Somebody must get rid of him!
You won't get that son-of-a-bitch!
It won't be long. That fucker will get what he deserves.
Blame Castro, the country will want to invade Cuba.
We just need to get him in the open.
Always some harebrained scheme.
Let's have some more champagne, shall we?
The Secret Service? The Cops?
If it's planned right, no problem. They got close to De Gaulle.
Eisenhower rode in open top.
We need 3 mechanics in 3 different locations.
An office building, a power rifle.
Triangulation of cross fire, that's the key. That's the key.
A diversionary shot get the Secret Service looking one way.
Boom! Get the kill shot.
One man has to be sacrificed.
In the commotion, the job gets done.
The others leave the country.
Let's drop this subject. It's one thing to banter with these kids...
...but this sort of thing could be so easily misunderstood.
I didn't think much about it then. It's just bullshit.
People act more important than they are.
Especially in the homosexual underworld.
But when they killed him...
...l got scared.
Real scared.
That's when I got popped.
The things you said will be attacked by many people.
Bring them on. Bring on their college degrees, I got nothing to hide.
No one can buy me.
- I don't even need this parole. - What parole?
You liberal, you don't know shit. You never been fucked in the ass.
This ain't about justice! No, this is about order!
Who rules? Fascism is coming back.
Nobody wants to buy you. No one's promising you parole.
What I need to know is why are you telling us this.
'Cause that motherfucker Kennedy...
...stole that motherfucking election, that's why.
Nixon was going to be a great president until Kennedy wrecked this country.
Niggers wanting rights! Why do you think we have all this crime.
He promised those motherfuckers too much!
Revolution's coming, bullshit! Fascism's coming back!
The day that communist son-of-a- bitch died was a great day!
A great day for this country.
I hate to think they blame it on silly fucking Oswald.
Didn't know shit, anyway.
People got to know. People got to know why he was killed.
Because he was a Communist.
You go ahead, put me on the stand, I'll tell the same goddamned story!
Don't matter to me!
All right, Willie. Thanks.
We'll be in touch.
All right.
You know, you're not a bad-looking man.
Not bad at all.
I get out of here, I'll come see you. We can have fun!
Their testimony won't hold up in court.
Their reputations are lower than crocodile piss.
That bothers you?
If a woman's a prostitute, must she also have bad eyesight?
Find Clay Bertrand. Start by checking around the Quarter.
The 6 of us, with almost no budget and in secret...
...will solve a case the Warren Commission couldn't?
- I didn't pick you for your legal skill. - Thanks, boss.
You're a fighter. I like a man who's not afraid of bad odds.
Mr. Garrison, how are you? Remember me?
You vote for me?
I did. We sang together at the Royal Orleans, remember?
We sang:
'You're the cream in my coffee'
Haven't seen you much lately.
Been too busy. Elected men can't have as much fun as they used to.
It's always nice to see you. Pleasure to serve you always.
How are you? Nice to see you.
Welcome back, Lou.
- Think I could get a martini? - They're waiting for you, sir.
Keep that table open for us.
Anything on the hoboes?
Dallas Times Herald photographer got great shots.
Never published.
Can't say that comes as a surprise.
They took them to the sheriff's and let them go. No record of questioning.
Do they look like the hoboes you remember?
These two look young.
Not a frayed collar or cuff, fresh haircuts and shaves...
...clean hands, new shoe leather. Who the hell are they then?
Sit down.
This could be it. Let's look for them.
What about the railroad man, Lee Bowers, who saw the men at the picket fence?
Graveyard. Dead. August this year.
Single-car accident on an empty road in Midlothian, Texas.
The doctor said he was in a strange shock when he died.
We need to find more witnesses.
There was Rose Cheramie, a whore.
She said she was a dope runner for Jack Ruby.
And that Ruby knew Oswald for years.
- Can we talk to her? - She dead too.
Hit and run.
Why don't we go to the horse's mouth?
Jack Ruby's been in a Dallas jail cell for 3 years. Maybe he'll crack.
Can't. If I go to him our investigation will hit the front pages.
It'll blow up in our face. Susie, what did you find on Oswald?
Negative on his tax records. Classified.
First time a DA can't get a tax record.
I asked for the CIA files on Oswald that were part of the Warren Report.
About 1200 documents. Can't get one of them.
All classified as secret on the grounds of national security.
I got his grammar school records. It's a study of his pubic hairs.
Lonely kid, no father.
Joins the Marines at 17.
Learns Russian. Acts overtly Marxist.
But he's stationed at a top secret air base in Japan...
...where U2 spy flights over Russia originate.
He's discharged...
...supposedly because his mother's sick. Stays home 3 days.
Then, with a $1500 ticket from a $203 bank account, he goes to Moscow.
Mr. Oswald, do you understand...
- ...the action you are about to take? - Yes, I do, sir.
I wish to renounce my citizenship...
...and become a Soviet citizen.
I'll give them all the information I have on the Marines.
He disappears for 6 weeks, presumably with the KGB.
He's taken to a radio factory in Minsk...
...where he lives as high on the hog as he ever has.
He's given 5,000 rubles, a roomy apartment with a balcony.
Has affairs with local girls.
Makes sense. He's a spokesman.
But he never does any propaganda for the Russians.
He meets Marina.
Her uncle is a colonel in Soviet intelligence.
She thinks he's Russian by his speech.
Six weeks later they marry, have a daughter.
Only explanation for the royal treatment is he gave them radar secrets.
Or fake secrets.
Six months after he's in Russia.
...Francis Gary Powers' U2 spy flight goes down...
...in Russia. That plane was untouchable.
Powers hinted that Oswald...
...could've given the Russians enough data to hit it.
As a result, the peace summit between Khrushchev and Eisenhower failed.
Perhaps our military didn't want the conference to happen?
Maybe Oswald was part of that!
- Stick to what you can prove in court. - You want facts?
Don't get sidetracked. How'd he get back to the States?
Does he have any problems with Uncle Sam?
No. The State Department issues him a new passport in 48 hours...
...and loans him travel money.
He's never investigated or charged for revealing classified information.
...or, as far as we know, debriefed by the CIA.
Bastard should've been prosecuted as a traitor when he got off the boat.
Did Marina have problems getting out?
None, though it's almost impossible to get Russian sweethearts out.
This is a man who defected once already. It's crazy. Ordinary people...
...get blacklisted for having leftist affiliations.
Doesn't add up.
Next thing, he's living in Dallas-Fort Worth, '62...
...working 6 months at Jaggars- Chiles-Stovall...
...a photographic firm that makes maps for the Army.
Oswald becomes chummy with the Dallas White Russian community.
All rabid anti-Communists.
It's odd.
His closest friend is an oil man named George DeMornschild...
...who's about 35 years older than Oswald...
...who is only 23 and supposedly broke.
DeMornschild is a member of the Dallas Petroleum Club...
...speaks 5 languages, and was in French Vichy intelligence during the War.
Also rumored to have been a Nazi sympathizer.
I think you really talk like a redneck.
DeMornschild draws a picture of Oswald as an intellectual...
...well-read, speaks excellent Russian, a man who adored JFK.
I think he's made some mistakes regarding Cuba.
I think he's doing a pretty good job.
If he succeeds, in my opinion...
...l think he'd make a great president, and a really handsome one, too.
That's scenery, Susan. Now, don't get sidetracked.
This is the same man that bottom-line nailed Oswald...
...to the Warren Commission as a potentially violent man...
...and linked him to the rifle.
In that sense, Castro is an experimenter.
He could go any way with that country.
What you got there?
You have a rifle in there?
Lee, tell me.
What are you shooting at? Rabbits or Fascists?
I, uh, I hunt.
You hunt? Hillbillies.
We don't know if he's CIA. Let's circle him. Very probable.
Call him Oswald's handler.
The Oswalds are introduced to Janet and Bill Williams.
It's through Janet Williams, in October '63, that Lee gets the job...
...at the warehouse on Elm Street at the Book Depository.
So he can now exercise his intellect, stacking school texts at $1 .25 an hour.
Marina fights with Lee about many things.
His secrecy, their lack of money.
She says that Lee is not sexually adequate.
Lee hits her on several occasions.
At the age of 24...
...he rents a room in Dallas under the alias of O.H. Lee.
Do you want to watch TV? Are you all right?
No, thank you. I'm fine.
All I know about the Williams is their tax returns are classified.
Bill Williams has links to the CIA through his family...
...does classified work for Bell Helicopter.
Bill's convenient separation from Janet allows Marina to move into her house...
...where she suddenly becomes Marina's best friend.
There Marina and Lee have a second daughter.
I have to go away. Just for a short while.
What's wrong with this family?
I love Lee...
...and I sorry him.
Sorry for him?
When he's arrested, Marina buries him with the public.
She describes him as a psychotic and violent man.
I have too much facts...
...and facts tell me that Lee shot Kennedy.
After being locked away by the feds for 2 months...
...and afraid she'd be deported...
...she was probably suffering from nervous exhaustion.
They taught her how to answer.
When they think she's ready, they buy her dresses...
...polish her up and wheel her out.
- I'd like to thank the Warren Commission. - Oswald was no angel.
But who was he?
I'm lost. What are we saying?
That when Oswald went to Russia, he was not a real defector.
He was an intelligence agent for our government and remained one till he died.
So because Oswald pulled the trigger...
...the intelligence community murdered the President?
I'll go you one better. Maybe Oswald...
...didn't pull the trigger.
Nitrate tests indicate he hadn't fired a rifle that day.
And they didn't bother to see if the rifle'd been fired that day.
- His palm print was on it. - It went to the FBI.
FBI didn't find a goddamn thing.
It comes back a week later and a Dallas policeman suddenly finds a palm print?
It could've been lifted at the morgue. There's no chain of evidence.
I can't figure out why he orders a traceable weapon...
...to a PO box, when he can go to any store in Texas...
...and buy an untraceable rifle under a fake name.
To frame him, obviously!
A lot of smoke. And some fire.
It's our government!
We're talking about a crime.
You must think on a different level, like the CIA does.
We're through the looking glass. White is black.
And black is white.
Maybe Oswald is just what he said he was. A patsy.
Unbelievable. You were here?
Yes, this is where I was sitting.
Shots came from near the wooden fence over there...
...near the overpass.
I saw a man run from the fence toward those railroad cars.
I made it clear to the Warren people.
One of the shots came from behind that picket fence.
I heard the report and saw smoke, 6 or 8 feet above the ground.
Out from under those trees.
All four of us railroad men...
...seen the same thing.
The smoke came from behind the hedge.
I was standing next to Mary Moorman, who took the photo when he was killed.
I stepped down and yelled:
"Mr. President, look over here!"
Then shots rang out.
Mary dropped to the ground, yelling, "They're shooting! Get down!"
I just stood there watching.
The driver had stopped.
I don't know what was wrong with him.
Out of the corner of my eye...
...l saw a flash of light in the bushes.
And that last shot...
...just ripped his head off.
I look up and saw smoke coming from over there, on the knoll.
We came around to look for tracks.
It rained that morning and we found a bunch.
Cigarette butts. Someone had stood about...here.
That's a good spot.
For the head shot.
Everything was just frozen.
Like people weren't breathing. Like looking at a picture.
Except for one man.
I saw this one man running from the corner of the Book Depository...
...to the parking lot.
It was about 11 a.m.
I was driving on Elm Street toward the underpass.
In a blue Valiant.
I'll never forget that day. There was a lot of traffic...
...and I stopped alongside a green pickup truck.
It was very noticeable because it had one wheel up on the curb.
When I saw the gun, I thought...
..."The Secret Service is not very secret."
The next morning, I went to the FBI office.
They showed me pictures.
And I picked out 3 pictures that looked like the truck's driver.
That's the man.
You mean you identified Jack Ruby on Saturday?
The day before he shot Oswald?
That's right. When I saw him on TV, I was shocked.
I said to my family, "That's the man I saw in the truck."
You weren't so sure in your statement to the Commission.
What about these others? You said one might be him?
They look a bit like him, but I'm sure this is the man.
It was him I chased up the grassy knoll.
I thought maybe our guys had shot back and got one of them.
I got to the parking lot.
All I saw were the railroad workers and Dallas' finest.
- Secret Service. Come with us. - No! Find the shooter!
I want your pictures.
Bastard!
Put a hurt on me, but good.
They must've seen everything because they knew what we had done all day.
I wasn't hard to find, wearing that red raincoat.
- How many shots did you hear? - Four to six.
Impossible!
You heard echoes!
We have 3 bullets and 3 shots that came from the Book Depository.
- That's all we'll say. - No, sir.
I saw a man shooting from behind that fence. What are you going to do?
- You go out there and get him! - That's taken care of!
You only heard 3 shots, and don't discuss this with anyone.
No one. Understand?
Which is strange. It's only 20 minutes after the assassination.
Get her out of here.
I knew something was crooked as a dog's hind leg.
When I read my testimony in the Warren Report...
...it was a total fabrication.
That's what bothers me, Mr. Garrison. They've altered my statements.
This one says:
"Mercer couldn't identify any photograph as being the man she observed...
...slouched over the wheel of the green truck." Not true.
I recognized him and I told them so.
Take your time.
I'm sure.
And the sheriff's report...
This is really strange.
See that notarized signature?
That's not mine.
There wasn't any notary present during my questioning.
Mrs. Mercer, as a former FBI man...
...it's difficult to accept this.
Beverly, tell Mr. Garrison about the Carousel Club.
I used to go there to see Jack and my friend, Jatta, who danced there.
It was a real swinging spot in town.
Everybody came.
Businessmen. Politicians from Austin. L.B.J.'s friends.
Dallas was a slowpokin' town then.
You chewed toothpicks, played dominoes, spit, dated policemen.
But Jack was exciting. There were always cops there.
Jack liked them around. But he threw out the drunks himself.
He had a violent temper.
Everyone in those days knew Jack was in the mob.
Cops back then, they were bad.
They'd shake you down for the money in your pocket.
What about Lee?
One time I came in.
Jack introduced me to 2 guys. He says, "This is my friend, Lee Oswald."
I don't remember the other guy's name.
But he was a weird-looking guy. He had these eyebrows.
And he looked like a buzzard.
Lee didn't make much of an impression.
He wasn't very handsome.
He didn't look like he had any money, and he was in a bad mood.
So I didn't pay him much mind.
I may not remember a name, but I always remember a face.
Later, I saw him on television.
I screamed, "My God, that's him!"
"That's Jack's friend!"
Will you testify, Beverly?
- I don't think so. - I thought we had an agreement.
- I don't want to be another statistic. - We could call you in.
If they can kill the President of the United States...
...you think they'll think twice about a two-bit show girl like me?
I understand the pressure you're under.
Don't think that I don't.
We both do.
Mr. Chief Justice, do you understand that I can't tell the truth in Dallas?
There are people here who do not want me to tell the truth.
Who don't want me to have a retrial.
Why don't you just tell us now?
My life is in danger!
If you request that I go to Washington...
That is, if you want to hear further testimony from me.
Can you take me with you?
No. It can't be done.
There would be no safe place for you.
We're not law enforcement officers.
There's a great deal at stake in this matter.
If I'm eliminated...
...there won't be any way of knowing any bit of truth pertaining to my situation.
Consequently, a whole new form of government will take over.
And I won't live to see you some other time.
I want to tell the truth.
And then...
...leave this world.
The Zapruder film establishes 3 shots in 5.6 seconds.
I'm Oswald.
Time me.
Go.
Time?
Between 6 and 7 seconds.
Without really aiming.
The 2nd and 3rd shots came almost right on top of each other.
It takes a minimum of...
...2.3 seconds to recycle this thing.
The other problem is, there was a tree...
...blocking the first 2 shots when fired in the Zapruder film.
Didn't Hoover say something about leaves falling in November?
It was Texas live oak, chief.
It sheds its leaves in early March.
Take this Carcano, world's worst shoulder weapon...
...and try to hit a moving target at 88 yards through heavy foliage.
No way.
FBI tried two sets of tests.
Not one sharpshooter could match Oswald's performance.
Not one.
Oswald was at best a medium shot.
The scope was defective on it too.
This is the whole essence of the case to me.
The guy couldn't do the shooting.
Nobody could.
They sold this lemon to the American public.
The Zapruder film was the proof they didn't count on.
We must get hold of it.
It means we'll have to subpoena Time-Life.
Let me ask you something.
Why not just shoot Kennedy on Houston?
Plenty of time.
- He's out in the open. - I keep asking myself the same thing.
- Frontal shot. - Even if you miss him once...
...if he accelerates, you get a second shot.
The only reason to get him on Elm...
...is you got him in a triangulated cross fire.
You put a team there down at the fence.
Frontal shot. Flat, low trajectory.
Put a third team down in this building...
...on a low floor.
Kennedy's in the kill zone. It's a turkey shoot.
How many men?
One shooter. One spotter on a radio. Maybe three teams.
These are professional riflemen. Serious people.
Hunters.
Patient.
It takes skill to kill with a rifle.
That's why no chief executive's been executed with one in 200 years.
Three...
...two...
...one.
Main Street's over there.
The original parade route on the way to the trade mart...
...is too far, right?
Impossible shot, so they change the parade route.
Bring him down here.
Moving a normal 25 miles per hour...
...they knew the motorcade would have to slow down...
...to about 10 miles per hour to make that turn there...
...and that's where they got him.
Who do you think changed the parade route, Lou?
Beats me. Secret Service, city officials, Dallas Police.
You know who the mayor was at the time?
Roy Cabell.
Guess who his brother is.
Who?
General Charles Cabell.
Who?
Deputy Director of the CIA
Kennedy fired him in '61 because of the Bay of Pigs fiasco.
Moved back to the Pentagon, called Kennedy a traitor.
When he came to New Orleans...
...to address the Foreign Policy Association...
...you know who introduced him?
Who?
Our friend, Clay Shaw.
Didn't the Warren Commission call him?
His boss was the one on the Warren Commission...
...who handled all the leads in the intelligence community.
Allen Dulles?
Head of the CIA since '53.
Kennedy fired them both.
Cabell was a deputy for nine years.
Talk about the fox investigating the chicken coop.
Now, we'll have to subpoena them both.
Clay Bertrand? Sure, I know him.
Comes to the Quarter.
Who is he? I've been to all the bars. Nobody wants to talk.
Why should they talk to you?
I told your uncle, I never met a lawman who wasn't a punk.
A big shot businessman. I seen him on the TV news...
...with all the other big shots.
The guy's a fag, you know?
Goes by another name.
What name?
Shaw.
Clay Shaw.
Clay Bertrand is Clay Shaw?
Ran the International Trade Mart?
What's the mystery? Everybody down here knows him.
Then why does he call himself Bertrand?
Who gives a shit what he calls himself?
Will you give us a little help on that Grand Jury thing?
I hope so. We could use it.
Your hunch was right, boss.
But it's even spookier than we thought.
Starting in September '63 on,
two months before the assassination,
there are sightings of Oswald all over Dallas.
Buying ammunition, getting a telescopic sight fixed.
Going to rifle ranges.
Early November...
...at a Dallas downtown Lincoln/Mercury dealership...
...where he tells the salesman, Albert Beauregard.
Let's take it out for a test drive.
Despite the fact that he has no license, and...
...from what Marina says...
...doesn't know how to drive, he hits the curves like A.J. Foyt at the Indy 500.
Beauregard later told his boss that he drove like a madman.
300 bucks down now, Mr. Oswald, you can drive out of here.
What?! For this heap?
No honest working man...
...can afford to buy a car in this goddamn country anymore.
Maybe I'll have to go to Russia and buy a car.
Really dumb dialogue...
...like he's trying to draw attention to himself. A real moron.
He walks out. Salesman remembers him as about 5'7".
But we know from Oswald's draft card that he was actually 5'11".
Other witnesses see him at different firing ranges.
One time, November 9th...
...he decides to practice on the next guy's target.
I didn't pay for a target...
...just to have you shoot at it!
I'm sorry, buddy.
I thought I was shooting at that son-of-a-bitch Kennedy.
As subtle as a cockroach crawling across a white rug.
Then he shows up at Sylvia Odio's...
...Cuban lady in Dallas in the anti-Castro underground.
The two Cubans introduce him as Leon Oswald.
Something about the man bothers her.
About 48 hours later, one of the Cubans calls her back.
Oye! What do you think of Leon Oswald last night?
I don't care. I don't know Oswald.
You know what he said to us?
He said, "You Cubans don't have any guts...
...'cause Kennedy should have been killed after the Bay of Pigs...
...and some Cuban should have done it."
It's like he's giving her information she doesn't even ask for.
She's scared. Doesn't see him again...
...till she sees Oswald's picture in the paper.
But the Warren Commission says Sylvia...
...has bad eyesight because they have Oswald in Mexico...
...trying to get back into Cuba.
The CIA has a camera outside the Cuban Embassy.
And they say that this...
...is Oswald in Mexico.
If this is Oswald, it must be our third Oswald.
The Warren Commission made great efforts to make him a Communist.
I think the point of the Mexican episode was to lay the blame on Fidel Castro.
If Oswald or someone purporting to be Oswald...
...had gotten into Cuba, come back, then killed the President...
...the American public would support a Cuban invasion.
I even have doubts about this photo, boss.
This convicted Oswald in the public's mind.
But Oswald told Capt. Fritz that the photo was a fake.
This is not me!
It was in Janet Williams' garage.
I never saw this picture.
It's my face but it's superimposed. The rest is not me.
I know photographic work. That picture was made by someone else!
I took this picture to two experts.
The shadows on the nose...
...fall straight, like it's high noon.
But the shadow on the ground reads like late afternoon or early morning.
It's not the same time. And see the crop marks across the chin?
This head is pasted onto another body.
Implicating him with the rifle and gun.
Who the hell are you? Alex Hidell or Lee Oswald?
You're policemen. You work it out.
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.
Salesman never sees 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 has a memo dated June of 1960...
...that someone...
...could be using Oswald's passport and identity.
They created Oswald from day one.
Like a dummy corporation in the Bahamas. Just move him around a board.
Anybody want to quit?
Dumb question. Put your hands down.
I found Clay Bertrand.
Grab your socks and hose and pull.
Clay Bertrand is Clay Shaw.
- Director of the Trade Mart? - Former director.
Incredible.
Can you get sworn statements?
That'll be tough. Nobody's talking.
Let's have him in for a chat.
I hate to get him dragged into this.
He's done so much for the city, restoring the Quarter.
Remember, we saw him at a fund-raiser. Seems like such a nice man.
It'll be off the record. I'll bring him in on a Sunday.
A quiet little chat between gentlemen.
In heavy fighting in Vietnam today...
...7 more American soldiers died and 23 were wounded.
The body count for this week is now over 67 Americans...
...and 626 enemy soldiers killed in action.
President Johnson said he regretted there is no end in sight to the war...
...where 500,000 U.S. troops are now fighting.
We face...
...more cost...
...more loss...
...and more agony.
Come hunt for Easter eggs.
That's the kids' job. You know I don't like these tribal rituals, anyway.
I'm talking to Clay Shaw this morning.
We're going to Antoine's with the kids!
I told you I was talking to Shaw.
In the middle of Easter Sunday?
When I scheduled it, I didn't know it was a holiday.
Look at the calendar!
You said a Sunday, not Easter Sunday.
Clay Shaw is important.
- And we're not. - I didn't say that.
I didn't say that.
You're missing most of your life and you don't know it.
The kids are missing out too.
- We're all making sacrifices. - I'll be there by 2:00, I promise.
Just start without me.
Mr. Garrison, what can I do for you on Easter Sunday?
I'm sorry to interrupt this holiday.
But this conversation is best kept out of the everyday bustle of this office.
I don't understand.
In an investigation we're conducting, your name keeps coming up.
Can't imagine where.
We've talked to a number of men who claim to know you.
Do you know a David Logan?
No. Never heard of him.
Perry Russo?
No.
Willie O'Keefe?
I don't know anyone by that name.
Mr. O'Keefe told us he met you at the Masquerade Bar in the Quarter.
Then you had him over for dinner at your apartment on Dauphine Street.
- Do you recall that? - I don't know this man.
Be still my heart.
Obviously, I wouldn't have him over.
Hope you like squab.
Champagne?
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.
You sat at one end and he at the other, which he found unusual...
...because the table was so long.
How was your mousse?
Bring back memories of Willie O'Keefe?
Not at all.
But I do have...
...a lovely Chippendale dining table.
I often have a friend sit at one end while I sit at the other.
It's precisely the point of a long dining table.
The splendor of the meal adds to its enjoyment.
I imagine a uniformed waiter helps.
It adds elegance, for which I confess...
...a weakness now and then.
I call him Smedley.
His real name's Frankie Jenkins, but it would be so uncouth during dinner...
...to turn to the kitchen and holler...
..."Frankie! "
Where is all this leading to?
After dinner, you paid him to have sex.
That is absolute nonsense.
The Quarter is filled with vivid imaginations, dear Mr. Garrison.
Grimy young hoodlums who will say and do anything!
Mr. O'Keefe told us...
...David Ferrie came to the house with another young man.
- Who? - David Ferrie.
I don't know that name.
Having never met Mr. O'Keefe, I couldn't have met Mr. Ferrie.
You're mine, Mary.
You partied early into the morning hours.
Look at this picture.
I've never met anyone of such bizarre appearance.
Only way you get this, you do exactly what I say. I'm the man.
You know the name Clay Bertrand?
Clay Bertrands.
A man with a similar name worked at the Chamber of Commerce.
- That the man you had in mind? - No, it was not.
Can you identify this man?
Naturally. You claim Mr. Oswald also had dinner with me?
Have you ever met Lee Harvey Oswald?
You have me consorting with a sordid cast of characters.
- Please answer the question. - 'Course not.
The assassination was such a pity. In fact...
...l admired Kennedy. Man of true panache.
Wife of impeccable taste.
Let's order without your daddy. He won't mind.
I want a Shirley Temple!
Kids, put your water guns away.
When's Daddy coming?
He's coming soon.
He's sorry he's late, but he promised he'd be here.
Daddy never keeps his promises.
This Italian newspaper article says...
...you were a board member of Centro Mondo Commerciale in Italy.
This company was created by the CIA to transfer funds in Italy...
...for illegal political espionage activities.
Says that this company was expelled from Italy for those activities.
I'm well aware of that asinine article.
I'm thinking of suing that rag.
This company is linked to the Schlumberger Tool Company...
...in Louisiana, providing arms to David Ferrie and his Cubans.
You're reaching.
Am l?
I'm an international businessman. The Trade Mart I founded...
...is America's commercial pipeline to Latin America. I trade everywhere.
Like all businessmen, I am accused of all things.
I go about my business, make money, help society the best I can...
...and try to promote free trade in this world.
Have you ever been a contract agent for the CIA?
And if I were...
...do you believe I would be here today...
...talking to somebody like you?
- People like you don't have to. - May I go?
People like you walk between the raindrops.
May I go?
Yes.
Regardless of what you may think of me, I am a patriot first and foremost.
I've spent half my life in the military...
...defending my country.
I don't consider it a patriotic act to murder your own President.
You are way out of line.
It's getting late. That's all the questions we have.
Thank you for your honesty.
I enjoyed meeting you.
And you, Miss Cox. It's been most pleasant.
I extend to you and your families my best wishes for a Happy Easter.
"One may smile, and smile and be a villain."
Goddamn it! We've got one of them.
See that?
Hi, honey.
Tough day.
Where you been?
My sympathies.
I'm sorry, the meeting took much longer than expected.
Just a second.
We waited for hours, Jim!
You could've telephoned.
I can only say I'm sorry. I just don't have rabbits on my mind.
You know what I think?
You care more about John Kennedy than your own family.
All day the kids ask, "Where's Daddy?" What should I tell them?
I don't know!
The truth! I'm doing my job to make sure they grow up...
...in a country where justice won't be a vanished idea in history books...
...like dinosaurs or Atlantis.
It doesn't replace a husband or a father on Easter Sunday.
It's going to get worse!
I beat you again, I must get a raise.
Who can you brag to?
Who killed President Kennedy? Was there a conspiracy here?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Clear the door! Watch out! Move!
Congratulations. You're Page One.
Ain't pretty. It says...
...we've spent $8,000 on unexplained investigative expenses...
...since November, 1966.
Goddamn!
They went to the public records.
They got the vouchers that we requested for withdrawals.
Shaw must have gotten them on our tail.
It could have been Ferrie, Martin, Andrews, any of them.
Damnit, we didn't talk to Ruby 'cause of them...
...and they're on our asses for a measly $8,000.
They're hunting down the news. It's their business.
Well, you'd at least think they'd attempt to understand what we're tryin' to do!
Getting angry doesn't accomplish a damn thing, now.
Son-of-a-bitch.
Well, this changes everything, now, doesn't it?
What do you mean?
Well, either we pull out now...
...or we go through some heavy flak together.
Bear in mind, each of you...
...this may affect the rest of your careers, your lives.
Any one of you who want to pull out now, I assure you...
...l will bear no ill feelings towards that person.
I'll reassign you to regular duties.
There it is, then.
Thank you.
It means a great deal to me.
I'm giving this office $6,000 from my National Guard savings account...
...so we can continue.
I'll make speeches where I can and pick up additional money.
Mr. Garrison, what shall I tell them? They're piling up outside the door.
They want a statement.
The phones are going crazier than bugs on a cake!
Neither confirm, deny, nor discuss, Sharon.
Goodbye, ladies, gentlemen.
I'm going home to where I can get a decent day's work done.
...has raised some interesting questions.
With taxpayer money, has he uncovered valuable new evidence?
Or is he merely saving the information to gain exposure at a national level?
Mr. Garrison should have some explanation.
Did your office plant that in the paper?!
- Who is this? - You know damn well.
- Dave? - You got it. Listen.
You're the only straight-shooter there.
I want an answer! Did you plant it?!
You think we're nuts? It's been a zoo since that broke.
Reporters everywhere.
Somebody planted that fucking story!
I'm one of fucking Garrison's suspects. I can't go home!
The maggots are everywhere! Do you know what you've done to me?!
Calm down.
From here on...
...I'm a fucking dead man!
You weren't even mentioned in the story.
Meet me in the lobby of the Fountainbleau in 20 minutes.
I guarantee the boss'll protect you. He likes you. He likes your mind.
I just don't know who to trust anymore.
I suppose I could use a pot of hot coffee and a few packs of Luckys.
Anything new?
Who are you scared of?
Everybody. The Agency, mob, Cubans.
Follow the Cubans.
Check them out. Here. In Miami. Dallas.
Check out Eladio del Valle.
He was my paymaster when I flew missions into Cuba.
You're on the right track. Don't write this down!
I ain't cooperating with no one!
There's a death warrant for me! Don't you get it?
Damn! Wait a minute!
You ain't bugged, are you? Son-of-a- bitch, Lou!
Are you?
I play square. No bugs.
I'd love you to go on the record, but I'm in no hurry.
I haven't slept since that article.
- Why'd you get me involved? - Did we involve you? Or did Shaw?
Cocksucking faggot. He got me by the balls.
- What do you mean? - Photographs, compromising stuff.
He'll use them too.
Agency plays for keeps.
Oswald was in my Civil Air Patrol unit. I taught him everything.
He was a wannabe. No one liked him.
But I treated him good.
He wanted his kid to grow up with a chance.
What's this? What's going on?
Don't let him in.
No one's coming in here.
Black. Give it to me.
Black. My neck is killing me.
I've had cancer for years. Been working with mice to find a cure.
Did you work for the CIA?
You sound like it's a remote experience in ancient history.
You don't leave the Agency.
- Once you're in, they got you for life. - And Shaw?
Shaw's an untouchable. Highest clearance.
Shaw, Oswald, the Cubans, all Agency.
Ruby?
Jack was a pimp. A bagman for the Dallas mob.
Ran guns to Castro when he was on our side.
Castro was almost with us till we tried to whack him.
Everybody keeps flipping sides.
It's fun and games.
- How do the mob figure in this? - They're Agency too.
The CIA and the Mafia worked together for years trying to whack out the beard.
There's more to this than you could dream!
Check out something called "Operation Mongoose."
Government, Pentagon stuff. They're in charge.
But who pulls whose chain? Who knows?
"Oh, what a deadly web we weave when we practice to deceive."
Who killed the President?
Why don't you fucking stop it? Shit!
This is too big for you, you know that?
Who did the President? Fuck! It's a mystery.
It's a mystery wrapped in riddle inside an enigma!
The shooters don't even know! Don't you get it?!
Fuck man! I can't keep talking like this!
They'll fucking kill me!
I'll fucking die!
Son-of-a-bitch!
It's all right.
I don't know what happened.
Fuck!
All I wanted in the world...
...was to be a Catholic priest.
Live in a monastery.
Pray. Serve God.
I had...
...one terrible fucking weakness.
And they defrocked me!
Then I started to lose everything.
You'll be okay, Dave.
Just talk to us on record. We'll protect you.
They'll get to you too.
They'll destroy you.
They're untouchable.
I'm so fucking exhausted, I can't see straight.
Early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?
"Paris Match," the largest magazine in France.
Moscow "Literaturnaya Gazeta."
Victoria Taylor...
..."Private Eye."
You know who shot the President? Mr. Garrison is too busy.
They're putting the heat on David Ferrie. If we wait, he won't hold off.
He keeps changing his story. We can't call him to a Grand Jury.
He'll keep deteriorating. We'll get more out of him when he cracks.
If he freezes up, we'll lose our best shot.
He can't go down further. We must protect him full time.
I know what you're going through with Ferrie.
We'll talk tomorrow. I have to catch a plane to Washington.
Lead says he's closely connected to these events...
...but he won't come here.
I'm onto Ferrie's Cuban paymaster, Eladio del Valle.
I need more men. I got to get him in.
I can't pull the teams watching Ferrie. I promised him!
This is our case!
I got something to show you.
I think you'll find it interesting.
This was found in your office.
The conference room is bugged, maybe the phones. We have to debug the place.
Bugging the DA's office. This is outrageous!
Believe what you want, but we must be more careful.
All these new volunteers!
You handle it, okay? I don't have time for this nonsense.
Well, we obviously got the bastards worried now.
I'm coming to Washington!
Dave Ferrie's dead.
Found his body at the apartment two hours ago.
What's it look like?
I don't see any violence. Heart attack, maybe an aneurysm. Natural causes.
This is addressed to no one and no signature.
"To leave this life is for me a sweet prospect.
I find nothing in it that is desirable...
...and, on the other hand, everything that is loathsome."
It goes on and on.
"Daily we are propagandized more and more by the rising crime wave."
Seems pretty flowery for Dave Ferrie.
Proloid.
I took it once for a low thyroid condition.
It raises the metabolism.
Ferrie strike you as the kind of person with a low metabolism?
Hardly, I'd say the opposite. Maybe hypertension.
Ferrie was the only one to express any kind of remorse about the whole thing.
I think it got him killed.
More bad news from Miami.
Ferrie's friend, Eladio del Valle, was found...
...hacked to death with a machete today.
He was tortured, shot point-blank in the heart, his skull split open with an ax.
Ain't that the devil's piss!
Found another note. Same thing. No name. No signature.
"When you receive this, I will be quite dead, so no answer is possible.
- I offered you love; I got kicked." - Must've pressed to come up with that.
What if a man with hypertension were to take an entire bottle of Proloid?
He'd die quickly. A heart storm or a ruptured blood vessel in the brain.
Can you ascertain if there's Proloid in his system?
Not with a routine autopsy.
But there may be a high level of iodine in the spinal fluid.
But it's difficult to know. What's your thinking?