JFK Page #39

FLASHBACK TO Ferrie at the party with Oswald (obscured) per

Willie O'Keefe's witness. Jim, in the present, doesn't feel

right about it.

JIM:

Did you take a good look at the TV

when they had Oswald?

FERRIE:

(shrugs, can't be

bothered)

Black, black - just give it to me.

(takes the fresh coffee

from Lou, lights a

Camel)

Sh*t. I'm so exhausted. My neck is

killing me. I've got cancer. Had

it for years. I been working with

mice, y'know, trying to come up with

a cure.

JIM:

Dave, can I just ask you this

directly? Did you ever work for the

CIA?

FERRIE:

(laughs)

You make it sound like some remote

f***in' experience in ancient history.

Man, you never leave the Agency.

Once they got you, you're in for

life.

JIM:

And Shaw?

FERRIE:

Shaw's an "untouchable", man - highest

clearance. Shaw, Oswald, the Cubans -

all Agency.

JIM:

What about Ruby?

FERRIE:

Jack? Jack was a pimp. A bagman in

Dallas for the Mob. He used to run

guns to Castro when he was still on

our side. Check out Jack Youngblood.

Sh*t - we almost had Castro. Then

we tried to whack him. Everybody's

flipping sides all the time. It's

fun 'n' games, man fun 'n' games.

LOU:

What about the mob, Dave? How do

they figure in this?

FERRIE:

They're Agency, too. Don't you get

it? CIA and Mafia together. Trying

to whack out the Beard. Mutual

interests. They been doing it for

years. There's more to this than

you dream. FBI f***ing hates the

CIA. Navy Intelligence got something

to do with it too. Check out "Alan

Pope" in Miami. Jack Youngblood.

Bill Harvey. Colonel Roselli. The

shooter, I hear, was a Dallas cop -

the bagman at Ruby's club. I heard

he shot his own partner. Got that?

Check out the rich fucks in Dallas.

H.L. Hunt. He's dirty. That's all

I know. But the Agency always runs

the show. Check out something called

"Mongoose" Operation Mongoose.

Government, Pentagon stuff, they're

in charge, but who the f*** pulls

whose chain who the f*** knows, fun

'n' games man - check out Southeast

Asia - that's the next big number -

the heroin trail. "Oh, what a deadly

web we weave when we practice to

deceive."

JIM:

Then who killed the President?

FERRIE:

Oh man, why don't you stop. This is

too f***in' big for you! Who did

Kennedy? It's a mystery wrapped in

a riddle inside an enigma. Even the

shooters don't f***in' know! Don't

you get it yet? I can't be talking

like this. They're gonna kill me.

I'm gonna die!

(he sits down,

cracking, sobbing)

I don't know what happened. All I

wanted in the world was to be a

Catholic priest - live in a monastery,

study ancient Latin manuscripts,

pray, serve God. But I had this one

terrible, fatal weakness. They

defrocked me. And then I started to

lose everything.

He bows his head, holding it in his hands, and his wig starts

to come off in his hands.

FERRIE:

Sh*t! Forgot to glue this f***in'

rug today. You know, at one time I

even had a full head of hair like

everyone else. And then I lost that.

That f***in' Clay Shaw. I hate the

bastard. All I got left is in his

rotten, bloody hands. He tipped the

newspapers - I know it. That's how

the Agency works. They use people,

chew them up, spit 'em out. Now

it's my turn.

JIM:

(empathetic)

Dave, it's going to be okay. Just

talk to us on the record and we'll

protect you. I guarantee it.

There's a long silence. Ferrie, spent, stares at Jim. He's

about to crack, but...

FERRIE:

They'll get to you, too - they'll

destroy you... They're untouchable,

man...

(then)

I'm so f***ing exhausted I can't see

straight.

JIM:

Get some rest, Dave, and you'll feel

better in the morning. We'll talk

then.

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