J. Edgar: The Most Powerful Man in the World Page #9

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Yes, Mother.

- Bring this right over here, please.

- Sure, sir.

All right. Now, when did you get

this shipment?

Lt's a long while back.

I'm thinking, uh, November 1931.

Three months before the kidnapping.

All right. Thank you.

The lumberyard is a cash business,

there aren't any receipts or names.

Lt tells us where he was shopping

before we were looking.

Show me the addresses of where

the ransom bills have shown up.

Lt's 456 West Third.

And 476 West Third.

And down the street right here.

We knew who we were looking for.

Someone who'd done business

in this neighborhood for years.

Someone who was still there.

He was average height, blue eyes.

High cheekbones and a pointy chin.

Yes, sir, a pointed chin

and an accent, like a...

German accent, maybe?

A German with big cheekbones.

Am I, uh, going to get him

in some kind of trouble?

Not if he didn't do anything wrong.

We're the FBI, son. We're the good guys.

Lt was deposited by Walter Lyle.

He manages the gas station

up on Lexington and 127th.

Walter Lyle?

You remember the man

that paid with this?

Yes, I remember him.

He bought 89 cents worth of gas.

And he paid with this bill?

Yes, sir. But I don't know him.

I haven't seen him since.

You would remember him

if he came in again?

Yeah, he was German, I think,

I mean, with an accent and pointed chin.

- High cheekbones, right?

- Yeah. I looked at the bill funny.

He assured me he had

a hundred more like it at home.

You had a conversation with him?

No, that was it.

Thank you, Mr. Lyle.

I wrote down the license plate number.

That's the writing

along the edge of the bill.

Let's go.

Miss Gandy, get Mr. Tolson.

Agent Sisk.

The New York Motor Vehicles Bureau

describes it as a blue 1930 Dodge sedan.

The owner is a carpenter

born in Germany...

lives at 1279 East 222nd Street

in the Bronx.

His name is Bruno Richard Hauptmann.

Let's move.

On September 19th, 1934...

before we could arrest

the most wanted man in America...

he'd been pulled over by a local cop

for a broken tail light.

Can't believe this.

Pull over.

FBI, put your hands up!

- Put them up!

- Ls there a problem?

Get out of the car!

Bruno Hauptmann...

you are under arrest for the kidnapping

and murder of Charles Lindbergh, Jr.

Cuff him, boys.

We finally had him.

Now we had to convict,

but unlike trials of the past...

we now had forensics,

expert witnesses, and facts.

We need a title, Agent Garrison.

Right away, Mr. Hoover.

We are working, Miss Gandy.

The tape came in.

Bring it to my private office.

That'll be all for now, Agent Garrison.

I just have to say...

you looked so beautiful

sitting across that bar.

I saw you watching me.

I have to admit I was watching you...

for a long time.

Slow down a little bit.

All right.

Let me take this off.

Turn around.

You got it?

Miss Gandy, I told you

I am not to be disturbed.

I'm sorry. Mr. Hoover?

Yes, it's urgent. I have Agent Shanklin

on the line from Dallas.

My apologies, Mr. Hoover.

I told Miss Gandy to put me through.

What is it, Agent Shanklin?

Sir, the president has been shot.

Who else knows about this?

No one, sir. I thought you should know

before the press reports it.

- Thank you, Agent Shanklin.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, that feels so good.

Get me Robert Kennedy immediately.

Mr. Hoover?

Mr. Kennedy,

the president has been shot.

What?

Mr. Hoover? What?

Mr. Hoover?

Lt's Frosty Mountain in front...

by a length and a half.

That's Jazz third by six.

Slapjack's fourth, final head.

Popstar Morell three quarters.

Turning for home, Frosty Mountain under the

left by a fraction and a length and a half.

Number five. He's gaining on them.

It's Frosty Mountain, now.

I'm not sure if I bet on that one.

Ah. We lost again, Clyde.

Dextro back by a half-length on the rail.

Dextro now making his move.

Findlay gives him the whip.

Oh, there he goes, there he goes!

Come on, Dextro, come on, Dextro!

- Did you see his shoes?

- Ha, ha.

Desi Arnaz?

You mean the crocodile ones

with the horrible buckles across the top?

No, I didn't notice them one bit.

You'd think with their money

they'd have a bit of fashion sense...

Ha, ha.

- ...or at least pay someone to have it.

Oh, and his faux-ginger wife.

When she walked in, I thought a hunter

was gonna pull a rifle on that hat of hers.

lt was like this, you see, like...

Ha-ha-ha. That's right, with the feathers.

You know, I care so very much

for you, Clyde. I do.

And I love you, Edgar.

ls everything okay?

Yes, yes, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I've been meaning

to ask you something, Clyde.

Anything.

What do you think of Dorothy Lamour,

the actress?

With Rudy Vallee at the Stork Club?

Yes. That's the one.

She's a little camp for me, but, heh...

Well, I've been thinking of taking her up

on a proposal is all.

For dinner?

No, no, not dinner.

We've been to dinner several times now.

When?

Oh, in New York, when I've gone up

on the weekends.

I see.

I suppose what I'm... What I'm trying

to say here, Clyde, is, well...

I think it may be

time for a Mrs. Hoover.

What, you don't like her? ls that it?

Don't you make a fool of me, Edgar.

I'm not, Clyde,

I'm not making a fool of you.

Have you...? Have you become physical?

Yes, we have.

What is it, Clyde?

Do you want me to be half a person?

Remain incomplete, is that what you want?

ls that what I am to you, incompletion?

Clyde, pick that glass up immediately!

No, I will not! I have no reason to!

I refuse! So, go on, fire me.

Do it. Now!

Get a hold of yourself.

You're acting like a fool!

- Agh!

- Stop this!

Clyde! You have no shoes on,

for God's sakes!

No. No, I will not!

I won't even listen to you!

You will never tell me what to do!

You just lost that right!

- Stop it!

- I see right through you!

You're a scared, heartless,

horrible little man!

- Unh! Don't you dare!

- Unh!

Don't you ever do that again.

I won't.

Cly...

Clyde, where are you going?

Clyde, please. Clyde, don't leave me!

Clyde, please.

Clyde, I'm sorry!

Clyde, please don't leave me!

Clyde, I'm begging you!

I'm begging you, Clyde! Clyde, please.

After all...

After all, we have another day of races.

If you ever mention a lady friend again...

it will be the last time

that you share my company.

Love you, Clyde.

Love you.

Mr. Meter looks promising.

- Unh. Ugh.

- What is it, Clyde?

Clyde?

Someone get a doctor.

Clyde.

Someone get a doctor now!

Someone get a doctor!

Clyde, look at me. Look at me.

Someone get a doctor now!

Help!

He'll recover most of his function...

but a stroke like this,

it will limit the hours he can work...

the information he can process.

Are you okay, Mr. Hoover?

Yes, I'm fine. I just... I was playing

with my dog in the yard on Saturday.

Perhaps it's dehydration.

That could do it, but it may be wise

to reduce your hours as well.

At your age, it's important to take leave.

Miss Gandy, please, give us some privacy.

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