JFK Page #26

JIM:

So you saw Oswald how many times?

ANDREWS:

Three, four. He came in with a few

Cubano swishes one time I remember...

FLASHBACK TO a third day at Andrew's office in 1963. Oswald

is in the office with two young boys.

JIM (V.O.)

Recall any names?

ANDREWS:

(in present)

Mario, Jose - they wear names like

you and I wear clothes. Today the

name is Candy, tomorrow it's Butsie.

I wish I could help you, Jim.

JIM:

Did you speak to Oswald in Dallas?

ANDREWS:

(knee-jerk reaction)

Hell, no! I told this Bertrand cat

right off, this isn't my scene, man.

I deal with muni court, I'm a hack

in n*gger town, that kid needs a hot

dog.

JIM:

Then how the hell did you get in the

Warren Commission, Dean? Except

through the phone records in the

Dallas jail?

ANDREWS:

(nervous moment)

There were no phone records.

JIM:

Of course there weren't. 'Cause they

disappeared. And yet the Commission

found you, Dean.

ANDREWS:

I don't know how they got to me.

Maybe cause I repped him here. The

Feebees run background checks. On

my mama's breasts, man, that's all I

got.

(pauses, adjusts)

There wasn't no conspiracy, Jim. If

there were, why the hell didn't Bobby

Kennedy prosecute it as Attorney

General, he was his brother for

Chrissake. How the f*** three people

could keep a secret like that, I

don't know. It was Oswald. He was

a nut job. F*ggot, y'know, hated

this country.

As Andrews resumes eating his crabmeat Louie with gusto, Jim

reaches over and grabs the fork in mid-air.

JIM:

Dean, I think we're having a

communication problem. I know you

know who Clay Bertrand is. Now stop

eating that damn crabmeat for a minute

and listen.

(gets Dean's attention)

I'm aware of our long friendship,

but I want you to know I'm going to

call you in front of a grand jury.

I took nine judges on, Deano, right

here in New Orleans, and I beat 'em

all. If you lie to the grand jury

as you've been lying to me, I'm going

to charge you with perjury. Now, am

I communicating with you?

Andrews puts down the fork, shaken, silent for a moment.

ANDREWS:

Is this off the record, Daddy-o?

(Jim nods)

In that case, let me sum it up for

you real quick. If I answer that

question you keep asking me, if I

give you the name of the "Big

Enchilada", y'know, then it's bon

voyage, Deano - I mean like permanent.

I mean like a bullet in my head.

You dig? Does that help you see my

problem a little better? You're a

mouse fighting a gorilla. Kennedy's

dead as that crab meat. The

government's still breathing. You

want to line up with a dead man?

At a nearby table, a waiter has just poured brandy on Crepe

Suzettes. A blue flame hovers in the air as Jim leans forward

across the table, speaking deliberately.

JIM:

Read my lips, Deano. Either you

dance into the Grand Jury with the

real identity of Clay Bertrand or

your fat behind is going to the

slammer. Do you dig me?

Andrews stands suddenly.

ANDREWS:

You're just as crazy as your mama.

Goes to show it's in the genes! Do

you have any idea what you're getting

into, my man? You think Jack Ruby

just up and died of cancer in four

weeks after he gets a retrial? That's

some kinda new cancer - I'd say that's

a "going out of business cancer".

You got the right ta-ta, but the

wrong ho-ho. The government's gonna

jump all over your head, Jimbo, and

go "cock-a-doodledoo!"

Andrews drops his pink napkin in the crabmeat and waddles

out. Jim now feels closer to the truth than ever.

ANGOLA PRISON - LOUISIANA COUNTRYSIDE - (1967)

From the point of view of an approaching car, the prison

looms over the swamp, dogs patrolling the wire.

VOICE (V.O.)

District Attorney Garrison to see

Prisoner 5388, Ward Block 237B.

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