JFK Page #45

This gets Bill's attention.

FRANK:

Who do you think fed him that

information? Garrison's going down.

We're talking your career here, Bill,

your life. You're a young guy... we

know you're working that Castro thing.

BILL:

No, I'm not...

FRANK:

Yes, you are. Look we know Oswald

didn't pull that trigger. Castro

did. But if that comes out, there's

gonna be a war, boy - millions of

people are gonna die. That's a hell

of a lot more important than Jim

Garrison.

(suddenly)

Goddammit, look at me when I talk to

you! You're too goddamn self-

opinionated, now shut up. If you

got a brain in that thick skull of

yours, listen to me. Listen real

hard.

Bill, taken aback, listens.

WASHINGTON D.C. - PARK(1967)

Jim walks down from the Lincoln Memorial, where he is met

unobtrusively by a military man in his 50's in casual

clothing, hat on his head, an erect posture. They walk

towards the Mall, with the Capitol building looming in the

background.

X:

Jim Garrison?

JIM:

Yes.

X:

(shakes hands)

I'm glad you came. I'm sorry about

the precautions.

JIM:

Well, I just hope it was worth my

while, Mr...

The man doesn't answer. Jim, after his meeting with Miller

and loss of Ferrie, is testy and suspicious.

X:

I could give you a false name, but I

won't. Just call me X.

JIM:

I've already been warned by the

Agency, Mr. Whoever. If this is

another type of threat, I don't...

X:

I'm not with the Agency, Mr. Garrison,

and I assume if you've come this

far, what I have to say interests

you. But I'm not going to name names,

or tell you who or what I represent.

Except to say - you're close, you're

closer than you think...

Something about his manner speaks of authority, knowledge,

and above all, old-fashioned honesty - the eyes looking at

you straight on. He indicates a bench.

X:

Everything I'm going to tell you is

classified top secret...

(significant look)

I was a soldier, Mr. Garrison. Two

wars. I was one of those secret

guys in the Pentagon that supplies

the military hardware - the planes,

bullets, rifles - for what we call

"black operations" - "black ops",

assassinations, coup d'etats, rigging

elections, propoganda, psych warfare

and so forth. World War II - Rumania,

Greece, Yugoslavia, I helped take

the Nazi intelligence apparatus out

to help us fight the Communists.

Italy '48 stealing elections, France

'49 breaking strikes - we overthrew

Quirino in the Philippines, Arbenz

in Guatemala, Mossadegh in Iran.

Vietnam in '54, Indonesia '58, Tibet

'59 we got the Dalai Lama out - we

were good, very good. Then we got

into the Cuban thing. Not so good.

Set up all the bases for the invasion

supposed to take place in October

'62. Khrushchev sent the missiles

to resist the invasion, Kennedy

refused to invade and we were standing

out there with our d*cks in the wind.

Lot of pissed-off people, Mr.

Garrison, you understand? I'll come

to that later... I spent much of

September '63 working on the Kennedy

plan for getting all U.S. personnel

out of Vietnam by the end of '65.

This plan was one of the strongest

and most important papers issued

from the Kennedy White House. Our

first 1,000 troops were ordered home

for Christmas. Tensions were high.

In November '63, one week after the

murder of Vietnamese President Diem

in Saigon, and two weeks before the

assassination of our President...

FLASHBACK TO the Pentagon offices in 1963. X strides down a

busy hall and into the offices of one of his superiors, Major

General Y, a lean, cold warrior, battlefield handsome,

civilian clothes, and several advisors. There's a U.S. flag

on the wall. The status of Y is only clear by the sing on

the desk, the name blocked by a passing figure.

X:

...a strange thing happened. I was

sent by my superior officer, call

him Y, to the South Pole as the

military escort for a group of

international VIP's. This trip had

nothing to do with my nine years of

work in Special Operations. It was

sort of a "paid vacation".

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