JFK Page #28

O'KEEFE

(in present)

F***, yes. Hell, I'm already in

jail. I got no reason to lie to

you. I ain't no n*gger.

BILL:

Go on, Willie.

O'KEEFE

(present merging to

past)

...well the party got crazier and

crazier, one of those, y'know

"beatnik" type things.

FERRIE:

(to O'Keefe)

We're having a little meeting here.

(indicates the second

player)

That's Castro. Sounds like Hitler

doesn't he? Sonofabitch is going to

go. Real soon.

CUBANS:

Muerte a Fidel! Muerte!

BERTRAND:

(irritated at the

noise)

Oh, stop it already! What are all

these people doing here anyway? I

can't bear all this infernal noise.

FERRIE:

Clara, don't be so sensitive.

BERTRAND:

I didn't come here for a pep rally.

Get all this riffraff out of here.

FERRIE:

Okay, okay.

TIMECUT TO later that night, when only O'Keefe, Ferrie,

Bertrand, Oswald and three Cubans are left.

O'KEEFE (V.O.)

...finally they got out of there and

I found myself alone with Dave and

this Leon, two of the Cubans, and

this guy Bertrand. Dave pulled out

his clippings which he was always

carrying around. He'd been obsessed

with Castro and Kennedy for months

and he started in again...

FERRIE:

(waving a clipping,

drunk)

Kennedy f***ed us in '61, '62, and

he's f***in' us now! And that f***in'

zealot Bobby Kennedy is the fuckee!

The nerve of that little asswipe

closing the camps. Took all our C-

4! Took ten thousand rounds, 3,000

pounds of gunpowder, all our weapons.

Next we'll be living in a world where

only the cocksucking Reds will have

all the weapons and we'll be

surrounded. If we want a free Cuba,

we gotta whack out the f***ing beard.

CUBAN:

That f*ggot Kennedy won't let us.

Our hands are empty - how can we

kill him?

BERTRAND:

(moving with a drink,

walks with a slight

limp)

It's a real problem getting at him.

Castro's got informers on every block.

FERRIE:

(pointing to a map of

Cuba on the wall)

Bullshit! There's all kinds of new

stuff. I heard about rockets in an

umbrella - they're tested at Fort

Detrick? I can show you a dozen

poisons. Stick it in his food, he'll

die in three days, no trace. We can

put something in his beard, make it

fall out, he'll look f***in'

ridiculous without his beard.

CUBAN:

(drunk)

Why don't we just take care of the

main problem? Which is that piece

of sh*t Kennedy. He's doing all

kinds of deals! Kissing Khrushchev's

ass. I wouldn't even call him

President Kennedy.

O'KEEFE (V.O.)

...then the Cubans left and the

bullshitting was going on, Dave was

drunk, really drunk and he starts in

with Kennedy again.

FERRIE:

See, what Kennedy done, with him you

should take a knife and stab and

kill the f***er where he is now. I

mean it. This is true. But I tell

you something. I hope I get a week's

notice. I'll kill. Right in the

f***in' White House. Somebody's got

to get rid of this f***er.

Oswald looks up, listens quietly.

O'KEEFE

Oh, c'mon, Dave, you're never gonna

get that sonofabitch.

FERRIE:

No? It won't be long, mark my words.

That f***er'll get what's coming to

him. And it can be blamed on Castro.

Then the whole country'll want to

invade Cuba. All we got to do is

get Kennedy in the open.

Bertrand with his arms around O'Keefe, laughs, tries to change

the subject.

BERTRAND:

David, David, always some harebrained

scheme or another... Oh? What do I

see here? Oooooh, let's have some

more champagne, shall we!

O'KEEFE

(interested in Ferrie's

proposal)

What about the Secret Service, the

cops?

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