JFK Page #38

FONTAINBLEAU HOTEL SUITE - THAT NIGHT

Jim and Lou watch as Ferrie paces wildly, speeding.

FERRIE:

I'm caught in the middle. They're

after me. It's almost over.

LOU:

Listen, Dave, why don't we order

some room service, have a bite, relax.

I'll stay as long as you want.

FERRIE:

I don't know who to trust anymore.

Yeah, sure I could use a pot of hot

coffee and a few packs of Camels.

You got anything new in the

investigation?

As Lou picks up the phone and orders room service, Jim

answers.

JIM:

You mean about the Cubans getting

trained north of the lake?

FERRIE:

(incoherent)

Oh, you got that? Banister's pet

project. Getting paid by the

government to work against the

government. Beautiful. What a mind

he had, what a guy, Guy. He had all

those files.

JIM:

Who was paying you, Dave?

FERRIE:

You think I was a getaway pilot for

the assassination, don't you?

JIM:

I don't know. Were you?

(Dave laughs)

Who you scared of, Dave?

FERRIE:

Everybody! The Agency. The Mob.

The Cubans. Yeah, follow the Cubans.

Check them out. Here, in Dallas,

Miami. Check out a guy named Eladio

del Valle. My paymaster when I flew

missions into Cuba - he's somewhere

in Miami. You're on the right track.

Lou writes it down. Seeing him writing makes Ferrie even

more paranoid.

FERRIE:

Hold it! Hold it! I'm not

cooperating with anyone. There's a

death warrant for me, don't you get

it? Wait a minute. You're not

bugged, are you?

He feels Lou for bugs, but out of a sense of hierarchy,

ignores Jim. He checks around the room - the phone, behind

paintings, flower vase, light fixtures - as the batty

conversation continues:

LOU:

Dave, I always play square. No bugs.

I'd love you to go on the record,

but I"m in no hurry. Whenever you're

ready.

FERRIE:

(checking the room)

I don't have much time. They don't

even need bugs anymore. They got

these f***in' satellite waves. They

put a bug in a friend of mine when

he was born, right up his nostrils,

subcutaneous, between his eyes. He

was one of those products of a

crossbreading experiment. A Nazi

rocket scientist father and a Commie

spy mother. You'd never believe

half the sh*t the Agency does.

(holding his neck)

I'm so f***in' tired. Haven't slept

since that sh*t article came out.

Why'd you guys have to go and get me

involved with this?

LOU:

Did we involve you, Dave, or did

Clay Shaw?

FERRIE:

That cocksuckin' f*ggot! He's got

me by the balls.

LOU:

What do you mean?

FERRIE:

Photographs - compromising stuff.

And he'll use 'em. The Agency plays

for keeps...

(checks the room for

bugs)

I knew Oswald. He was in my Civil

Air Patrol unit. I taught him

everything. A "wanna be," y'know,

nobody really liked him cause he was

a snitch. I treated him good. He'd

talk about his kid, y'know, really

wanted her to grow up with a chance,

but... He got a raw deal. The Agency

f***ed him. Just like they're gonna

f*** me.

JIM:

Let me get this straight, now. Clay

Shaw is blackmailing you?

FERRIE:

F***in' A. How do you think the

Agency gets people to do their

bullshit? F*** knows what they got

on Oswald!

Room service knocks, and Ferrie jumps and rushes to the

bathroom.

FERRIE:

Who is it?

BELLHOP (V.O.)

Room service.

Jim whispers something and Lou goes to the door, takes the

service table without letting the bellhop in. Jim, excited

but trying to stay even, continues with Ferrie.

JIM:

Was it the same Oswald, Dave, that

was in Dallas, or was it an

impersonator.

FERRIE:

Same one. I didn't know no

impersonator.

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