JFK Page #7

BANISTER:

(repetitive)

Who'd ever thought that goofy Oswald

kid would pull off a stunt like an

assassination?

(Martin waits)

Just goes to show, you can never

know about some people. Am I right,

Jack?

(Martin, frightened

now, doesn't reply)

Well, bless my soul. Your eyes are

as red as two cherries, Jack. Don't

tell me we have another bleeding

heart here. Hell, all these years I

thought you were on my side.

MARTIN:

Chief, sometimes I don't know whether

you're kidding or not.

BANISTER:

I couldn't be more serious, Jack.

Those big red eyes have me wondering

about your loyalty.

Banister, going to a file cabinet to get a bottle out, notices

one of the file drawers is slightly ajar. He flies into a

rage.

BANISTER:

Who the hell opened my files! You've

been looking through my private files,

haven't you, you weasel?

MARTIN:

You may not like this, chief, but

you're beginning to act paranoid. I

mean, you really are.

BANISTER:

You found out about Dave Ferrie going

to Texas today and you went through

all my files to see what was going

on. You're a goddamn spy.

MARTIN:

(angry)

Goddammit chief, why would I ever

need to look in your files? I saw

enough here this summer to write a

book.

BANISTER:

I always lock my files. And you

were the only one here today...

(stops as he hears

Martin)

What do you mean, you son of a b*tch?

MARTIN:

You know what I mean. I saw a lot

of strange things going on in this

office this summer. And a lotta

strange people.

Enraged, Banister pulls a .357 Magnum from his holster,

cursing as he suddenly slams it into Martin's temple. The

smaller man crumples painfully to the ground.

BANISTER:

You didn't see a goddamn thing, you

little weasel. Do you get it? You

didn't see a goddamn thing.

JIM GARRISON'S HOME - THAT NIGHT(1963)

Jim and his wife, Liz, watch the television. She is in her

early 30's, an attractive, quiet southern woman from

Louisiana. They live in a spacious two-story wood house,

suburban in feel.

TELEVISION IMAGE: Reporters are jammed in the Assembly Room

of the Dallas Police Headquarters as Oswald is brought through

the corridor, officers on either side of him.

NEWSMAN 5

(over the din)

Did you shoot the President?

TV OSWALD:

I didn't shoot anybody, no sir. I'm

just a patsy.

The camera moves onto Jim with Liz and the children - Jasper,

the oldest at 4, holds his dad's hand. On Liz's lap, Snapper,

the youngest, is asleep. Virginia, the 2-year-old, is

pestering the Boxer dog... and Mattie, the heavyset black

housekeeper, 35, is in tears.

LIZ:

My god, he sure looks like a creep.

What's he talkin' 'bout... a patsy?

TELEVISION IMAGE: Oswald in front of the cameras, on a

platform.

TV OSWALD:

Well, I was questioned by a judge.

However, I protested at the time

that I was not allowed legal

representation during that very short

and sweet hearing. Uh, I really

don't know what the situation is

about. Nobody has told me anything

except that I am accused of, uh,

murdering a policeman. I know nothing

more than that and I do request that

someone come forward to give me, uh,

legal assistance.

NEWSMAN 5

Did you kill the President?

TV OSWALD:

No. I have not been charged with

that. In fact nobody has said that

to me yet. The first thing I heard

about it was when the newspaper

reporters in the hall, uh, asked me

that question.

NEWSMAN 6

You have been charged.

TV OSWALD:

Sir?

NEWSMAN 6

You have been charged.

Oswald seems shocked.

NEWSMAN 5

Were you ever in the Free Cuba

Movement or whatever the...

RUBY:

(a voice in the back)

It was the Fair Play for Cuba

Committee.

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