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And they were just hopped up on amphetamines day in and day out.

- Is that true? - Really, really. Yeah.

At the White House they were visited all the time by this doctor...

that they came to call "Dr. Feel-Good. "

Oh, it's just crazy. It's just crazy.

Well, you know, these all look really good...

but I think I'll just wait for your book to come out.

I'm supposed to be at a movie, so I gotta get a move on.

- But I'll look for your book, okay? - Definitely look for it.

Profiles in Cowardice or Conspiracy a-Go-Go.

- Hey, what's happening? - Hey, not much. How you doing?

Oh, pretty good. I just located this wonderfulJ.F.K. Memorial

booklet.

- His Life, His Words, His Deeds. - Cool.

Yeah, just one more and I'll have the whole set.

- All right. - The last one's theJackie Kennedy issue...

that's got those wonderful articles like "How I Told the Children"...

and "Why the Eternal Flame" and all that stuff.

Uh-huh.

So, what else has been going on?

Oh, well, I did find out some really startling information aboutJack Ruby.

- Uh-huh? - You know...

I always knew all that stuff how he had been a hit man for the mob in

Chicago...

and in New Orleans and stuff...

and how he was icing people at a pretty young age, but, uh...

you know, I didn't know all that stuff about his dogs.

- Dogs? - Yeah.

He was fascinated with his dogs.

He had this one dachshund named Sheba that he just took with him everywhere.

He treated her like his wife.

That Chevy still poppin' freeze plugs?

Sh*t. No way. It is blowin' power valves though.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

And that was the same dog he took down to the city jail basement...

- when he went to silence Oswald. - Uh-huh.

- Hey. - See you guys.

Yeah. Later.

- Here. - Thanks.

Here's those sockets you loaned me.

They're all there.

Thanks. About time.

Yeah, I loaned them to somebody else though.

So you put that 383 bore kit back in here, huh?

Yeah, I got the pop-up pistons.

- Had the block bored over 30. - Yeah.

400 crankshaft.

400 harmonic balancer.

- It's practically a big block now. - You mill the heads?

No, didn't mill the heads.

Stock manifolds though, huh?

Yeah, I didn't feel like messin' with the -

I didn't feel like messin' with those headers.

Yeah, the tripower linkage never worked out on that Goat.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- What are you runnin' now? - Quadrajet.

- Uh-huh. That's all right. - G.M.

- Sh*t, howdy. - Good carburetors.

- Yep. Well, that's pretty clean. - Thanks.

Hey, I gotta get a front left rotor for the Goat. You need anything?

- Yeah, I could get some stuff. - All right.

- I'm going. Free ride. - Okay.

- What did you get? - Distributor.

- H.E.I.? - Yeah.

- You gonna pay for that? - Uh-huh.

Listen, uh...

go over there by those A.M.C.'s.

There's a hole in the fence.

- Okay. - Just go through there.

- All right. - Pick you up on the other side.

- How about a lift back into town? - Yeah.

You better get in back.

That's our last one.

Never mind.

- Where you coming from? - Funeral.

- Sorry. - F*** it. Should've let him rot.

Who's that?

Stepfather.

- Didn't get along? - Hell, no.

He was a serious f***-up.

I'm glad the son of a b*tch is dead.

I thought he would never die.

He was always getting loaded, beating up my mom...

dragging us kids all over creation.

Nah...

I couldn't wait for the bastard to die.

I'll probably go back next week and dance on his grave.

Just let me out right over here.

Hey, you got a cigarette?

- Hey, you got a cigarette? - Yeah, sure.

Got a light?

Excuse me. Hi.

Do you mind if I ask you a couple questions for a project we're working on?

Sure.

Okay?

So, uh.

Did you vote in the most recent election?

Hell, no. I got less important things to do.

- What do you do to earn a living? - You mean work?

To hell with the kind of work you have to do to earn a living.

All it does is fill the bellies of the pigs who exploit us.

Hey.

Look at me. I'm making it.

I may live badly, but at least I don't have to work to do it.

What would it take for you to get a job?

Hey, I'll get a job...

when I hear the true call.

What's the true call?

You know, the true call. I know when I hear it.

- Anything else you want to add? - Yeah, there's something else.

To all you workers out there.

Every single commodity you produce is a piece of your own death.

What was your relationship like with your parents?

End of interview.

Thanks.

Hey, you got a light?

Hey. Hey, how did you get out?

- Good behavior. - Sh*t.

- Hey, would you take over? - Okay, I got it.

- Look out for the skinhead with the Mohawk. - I got it.

Ma'am, excuse me.

Uh, I'm with the security in the store.

One of my employees saw you put something in the bag that you haven't paid

for.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Ma'am, I'm gonna have to ask

you...

to step back inside the store back into the office so we can look through the

bag.

Well, I would love to, but I don't have the time.

Ma'am.

Believe me, if you just come back into the office into the store...

it's the best thing for you to do right now to take care of this problem.

There's nothing to take care of. I don't know what you're talking about.

I know her. She was in my ethics class.

I'm always glad to see any young person doing something.

That reminds me of an apprehension I saw in France in the early '40s.

They had finally found some known criminal...

and they were interrogating him.

Something to the effect of...

"It was you who did the job on the rue de Flandue. "

"No, it wasn't me. "

"The concierge recognized you. "

"It's someone who looks like me. "

"She knew your name. "

"It's someone who looks like me and has the same name. "

"She recognized your clothes and hair. "

"He looks like me, has the same name, clothes and hair. "

"They found your fingerprints. "

"He looks like me, has the same name, clothes, hair and the same fingerprints.

"

"How long are we going to keep this up?"

"To the very end. "

"It was you who did the job. "

"No, it wasn't me. "

Oh, sh*t.

Just a sec.

If you're here to steal something, you've come to the wrong place.

Nothing much here.

But look around, take whatever you want.

So why don't you let me put that up for you?

It's really not necessary.

No one's going to call the police or anything.

I hate the police more than you, probably.

Never done me any good.

Cup of coffee?

Delia, two cups of coffee, please.

All right, Dad.

So, what do you call yourself?

Paul Yazimsky.

- That Polish? - Uh-huh.

- He was Polish. - Who's that?

One of the true heroes of American history.

Leon Czolgosz.

The man who assassinated William McKinley.

He was an unknown Polish migr who happened to be an anarchist...

of the "propaganda by the deed" variety.

If there were a hundred like him around today...

you could change the world.

Dad, here you go.

The only political assassination of a U.S. President.

Well, except for Lincoln, I guess...

and Kennedy probably, but Leon...

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