Ruby Page #6

but you wanna know what?

You ain't big enough.

Destroying Bureau evidence.

I could put your ass in f***ing jail.

You wouldn't have made

head nor tail of it anyhow.

You wanna try it on for size?

The government of the United States...

has a secret policy with organized crime.

I thought you said there ain't no such thing.

They work together, Proby.

They plan hits.

They made a plan,

only the plan gone wrong.

They wanted Louie Vitali

and Action Jackson to hit Castro.

If the President of the United States

was to find out...

what Louie was really supposed

to be doing in Cuba...

or Action Jackson...

and all these other big wheels...

Are you following me so far?

Yeah, sure. Thanks for all your help, Jack.

Anything else you wanna know?

No.

Schmuck.

Daddy will be right back. You be a good girl.

How you doing, Jack?

The Justice Department

is going to deport Santos.

That's right.

Bobby Kennedy just signed the order.

Well, we're going to stop

that little Irish sh*t.

We gotta deal with all this crap

the White House is throwing at us.

Look at that Irish dumpy son of a b*tch

with his wife.

He's never near his wife.

Him and his f***ing brother,

who the f*** do they think they are?

They're worse than gangsters.

I wanna say something.

You chop a dog's head off...

the tail don't wag.

Good evening, Sparky from Chicago.

This is the Wolfs' joint.

They're the ones driving me crazy

with this amateur nights.

It's a nice club.

Santos thinks we can do something with it.

What about the Carousel?

Carousel? It's got a tax problem.

A big tax problem.

I brought Santos out of Cuba

when his ass was hanging out of his pants.

You hit Vitali because you were too scared

to do any different.

Listen to me.

I got this guy Maxwell on my back.

This Castro thing is killing everything.

You get the CIA off my back.

Forget Castro. Castro's history.

- What?

- We changed our plans.

We're out of Cuba.

- Have you been using me for a patsy?

- Castro's history.

And so are you.

You and your club. History.

Let me tell you something.

In New York, there's a man called

Joe Valachi. He worked the West Side.

They come for him one day,

they muscled him.

He knew his time was up,

so he ratted them out.

You know why?

His family come from Naples.

He wasn't no Sicilian.

Where are you from?

I'm from the Bronx.

Who does he think he is? A**hole!

What a stupid idiot...

I can't believe he's talking like that.

Hey, Maxwell.

Mr. Maxwell, the main man.

Lenny Doyle's coming in tomorrow.

...his children away

from the spotlight of politics.

Trixie!

Candy Cane?

Jack.

I come back like I always meant to.

They always said Alicante was an animal.

Jack, I want to tell you

what's been going on.

I know.

It's so weird.

You sound like you lost your marbles.

You can tell me.

They ask you to run messages?

Santos told me to say that he

and the Cosa Nostra got Kennedy elected...

and what was he doing turning on him now?

What about the CIA?

Nobody said nothing about them?

Did the President realize

they were trying to kill Castro?

The President said that he was going

to blow the CIA into a million tiny pieces.

And I told Santos,

"I quit, run your own errands."

In the meantime...

the boys are back in Dallas.

For what?

Not me, I walked away.

I got what was going.

Now, I wanna settle for what I can keep.

Can you understand?

I figure we can make something

out of the club.

Something with class.

A singing club, like they got on the Coast.

- It's time to get out of burlesque.

- You're telling me?

We can do it.

Just need to reach out. Believe in yourself.

Singing club.

A club with class.

Well, here's to us, Jack.

Here's to us, Sheryl-Anne.

An excited crowd of several thousand

is waiting at the Dallas airport...

to welcome the President and Mrs. Kennedy.

Before leaving Fort Worth this morning...

the President attended a farewell reception

at the Fort Worth Chamber of Commerce.

Two years ago I said that...

I introduced myself in Paris

by saying that I was the man...

who had accompanied

Mrs. Kennedy to Paris.

I'm getting somewhat that same sensation

as I travel around Texas.

Nobody wonders what Lyndon and I wear.

Where did Jack go?

He went to place the ad for your new show.

My friend works here.

We're watching the parade together.

His name's Lee Oswald.

- He's okay.

- Thank you.

And here comes Air Force One.

And the President and Mrs. Kennedy

have arrived at Dallas Love Field.

And there is Mrs. Kennedy.

The First Lady is stepping from the plane...

wearing a bright pink suit with

a dark fur collar and a matching pink hat.

And the President, wearing a dark suit,

directly behind.

They're being greeted by placards

of varying emotion.

Those saying,

"We're with you all the way, JFK."

And those saying,

"Help JFK stamp out democracy."

So he is seeing Dallas County politics.

Stay back up on the sidewalk.

Stay away from the curb.

Got the passports?

The boys are out of here tonight.

Free Cuba, right?

Now, from the benched area...

the President and Mrs. Kennedy...

Hi, Sam.

...the governor and Mrs. Connally are...

- Hey, Jack.

- Hi, Alex.

I've come to place an ad for my club.

...is under way.

Here comes Jackie, waving by.

Mrs. Kennedy radiant in that pink outfit.

Well, you can see the crowd

is absolutely going wild.

They're driving at about 5 miles an hour.

Slow enough for the people on hand here

to get a good look at them...

to get a good wave in.

And I'm sure that everybody

in my immediate vicinity...

would swear that they were waving

directly at them.

And any fear that might have existed

in the minds of some...

about the alleged small handful of people...

who might have marched in demonstration

to mar the President's visit...

were slightly unjustified.

And the ticker tapes

are beginning to fall from the windows.

The Dallas Police Department

has such a tremendous force in evidence...

...to close in somewhat on the leading cars.

There's a big cheer going up

as the President gets further down.

The large police escort is now

ahead of the presidential motorcade...

just having now turned right

and onto Main, off of Harwood.

The first car we believe to be Jesse Curry.

And here is the President of United States.

And the crowd is absolutely going wild.

This is a friendly crowd in downtown Dallas.

No!

It appears as though something

has happened in the motorcade.

Something, I repeat,

has happened in the motorcade.

Secret Service men are spread-eagled

on top of the car.

The Governor and Mrs. Connally are in

the car with President and Mrs. Kennedy.

We can't see who has been hit,

if anybody's been hit.

But apparently something is wrong here.

Something is terribly wrong.

...Parkland Hospital here in Dallas,

a priest has been ordered.

Women here in shock.

Some have fainted,

tears streaming down their face.

There's only one word to describe...

the picture here,

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