00Sex 2: Eye of the Hurricane Page #8

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great people...

all well-intentioned.

- Famous.|- Infamous.

Or not. Boxers, singers,|writers, actors...

journalists, et cetera.

A lot of brave people|who gave their time...

and, to some degree,|risked their reputations.

People like you.

And, uh...

people come and go,|and, frankly, nobody lasts.

Nobody stays the course.

Nobody goes the distance,|because it"s too tough.

It"s too slow...

and it"s heartbreaking.

- It"s too heartbreaking.|- Well, with all due respect,|Mr Friedman...

what you have to understand|is that we"re here.

We"ve moved here, and we have|every intention ofstaying here|until Rubin is free.

Right on.

So we fi nally got in|to see your lawyers, Beldock|and Friedman, the other day.

- How"d they take it?|- Oh, I"d say we handled|ourselves pretty well.

Yeah, well, we hauled about what, ten|tons ofdocuments, into the apartment.

- In broad daylight?|- Yeah.|- Oh, yeah.|- Wait a minute. Listen to me.

This is not Canada.

Now, I can protect you in here...

but there"s not much|I can do foryou on the outside.

The only way I"m ever leaving|this place is if...

a lot ofvery important people|are exposed.

They"re not gonna|just let that happen.

- You understand?|- We"ll be careful.

Okay. Well, why don"t you walk us|through what happened that night?

Now, three cops have testified|the shooting occurred at 2:45.

- So, uh, what time|did you leave the Nite Spot?|- 2:30.

Oh, nowtellme where canyouparty|child, allnight long

- ln the basement|- Anybody call a cab?

- Oh, where didyougo|- Time for me to get outta here.

- How much do I owe you, Big Ed?|- Your money"s no good here, champ.

- Anybody call a cab?|- I did, unless Rubin"s taking me home.

If I take you,|it"s gonna be more than home.

Get on outta here, girl.

Sh*t.

What were you doin" out so late|on a Thursday night?

- What does it matter|what night it was?|- Wasn"t Thursday night ladies" night?

Didn"t it matter to your wife?

I"m in the penitentiary for murder,|not attempted adultery.

So there was a cab there.|He must have seen you leave, right?

No. No, he left before I did.

- Hey.|- Poor daddy goin" home.

- Bye, Rubin.|- Take it easy.

- Hey, champ.|- Huh? Hey!

Whoa! He"s gone!

I wish to God John Artis|had met a girl that night.

I wish that, uh,|he hadn"t been there at all.

He didn"t deserve this.|He didn"t deserve any of it.

Artis, let"s go. You"re done.

He got the same sentence I got,|and all he had to do...

was lie and say I killed|those people and...

they would have let him out|and his nightmare would have been over.

Most men couldn"t have stood up|to that kind oftorture...

butJohn Artis did.

The man is my hero.

So the police said it was 2:45|or a little after...

when all hell broke loose|at the Lafayette bar.

That"s what they said.

Apparently, the two gunmen entered the|bar and immediately started shooting.

According to William Marins,|two guys barged in and just opened fi re.

Oliver goes down fi rst.

Nauyaks.

Then Marins was the only one|who got a look at "em.

Then they shoot Hazel Tanis|and leave.

- What"s Bello doing?|- Bello was a lookout|for a burglary up the street.

- And who else saw anything?|- Patty Valentine.

She said she saw the getaway car.

And there was a man who lived across the|street by the name ofAvery Cockersham.

Cockersham? That name|was in the police report.

- That"s right.|- So how come he didn"t testify?

Thejudge threw|the police report out.

Cockersham left town.|Nobody could fi nd him.

It was two coloured guys. Theyjust|walked in, they started shootin".

Call the cops.

Now, according to the police,|the murders were racially motivated.

See, the bar didn"t serve blacks,|so naturally this crazy n*gger,|Rubin Carter...

had to take out his vengeance|on the entire white race.

Uh, this is, uh, Exhibit 1 1 -F.

- This is 1 966.|- Wait a minute. What are you talking|about? Where are-- Where are you?

- Trial transcripts, 1 966.|- Oh. Stick to the blue cards.

- Valentine-- Valentine fi rst said...|- I know the blue cards.

the car"s taillights|were similar to the getaway car.

- ""Similar.""|- Right. Then in "76, Exhibit 89-C,|she says, quote...

""The Carter car was unquestionably|the same car. There was no doubt.""

- Closed quote.|- Exactly.

Kinda makes you wonder, doesn"t it?

Second trial, ten years later,|suddenly she changes her story.

She drew a picture,|like a bow tie.

Yeah. Yeah, I"ve got it here.

""Taillights lit up|all across the back like a butterfly,|as the killer"s car drove away.""

""Like a butterfly.""

So the fi rst thing we|have to do is fi nd out exactly|what Rubin"s car looked like.

- We need to fi nd a "66 Dodge Polara.|- Mm-hmm.

There"s the bow-tie lights,|like Patty Valentine described.

- I"m not so sure about that.|- You ready?|- Yeah!

Yeah.

See that?|They don"t light up all the way.

Oh, no, that"s a Dodge Monaco.|You don"t want one ofthose.

They don"t have the power. Look,|I"ll make you a good deal on this one.

- Sh*t.|- Monaco?

- Mr Carter?|- Yeah.

I was told to get you.

Get me? By whom?

The warden wants to see you.

- For what?|- I don"t know.

Open up, Al.

Mr Carter.

I have a difficultjob|running this place...

but I do it.

I do it really well.

You called me down here|at 3:00 in the morning to tell me that?

I hear things.|I hear everything.

What have you heard, Warden?

I hear something"s goin" down.

I don"t want a mess,|something that I can"t clean up.

This doesn"t have anything|to do with my case, does it?

Sh*t happens every day...

and I wanna warn you, that"s all.

Somebody tries to take you down,|something gets started...

I can"t stop it.

- You understand me?|- What do you suggest I do?

Stay alive.

And that goes foryour friends too.

Guard.

- Who is it?|- We"re looking for an Avery Cockersham.

Do the Cockershams live here?

I"m Mrs Cockersham.|What do you want?

You"re black.

You"re white.

Baked fresh this morning.|Now, you take the white one.

Yeah, there were plenty coloured folks|in the neighbourhood...

and in the bar too.

- Avery and me were regulars.|- They served blacks in the bar?

We had a running tab.

So much for the racial motive, eh?

My Avery got a good look|at those men...

and it wasn"t Rubin Carter.

He told the police.|He told "em and he told "em.

He even signed a statement|for that detective.

You know the one. Heavy set.

He looked like|a bulldog with glasses.

- Della Pesca.|- That"s the one.

Could we, uh,|talk with your husband?

Avery"s dead.

He died just before the trial.

I"m sorry.

Here"s stuff I wanna check out.

What is this?

Who the fuckyou thinkyou are?

- Does this look like Toronto to you?|- Excuse me?

You know, you people, you got|some nerve comin" down here...

pokin" your nose|where it don"t belong.

Let me askyou something,|Mr Canada.

What the f*** do you know|about this place, huh? Huh?

You know anything?|You don"t know sh*t.

Let me enlighten you...

because you don"t know|what you"re doin".

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