The Hurricane Page #8

So there was a cab there. He

must have seen you leave, right?

No. No, he left

before I did.

Bye, Rubin.

Take it easy.

Hey, turn around.

Huh? Hey!

Whoa! He's gone!

I wish to God John Artis

had met a girl that night.

I wish that, uh,

he hadn't been there at all.

He didn't deserve this.

He didn't deserve any of it.

Artis, let's go.

You're done.

He got the same sentence

I got...

and all he had to do was lie

and say I killed those people...

and they would have

let him out...

and his nightmare

would have been over.

Most men couldn't have stood up

to that kind of torture,

but John Artis did.

The man is my hero.

So the police said

it was 2:
45 or a little after...

when all hell broke loose

at the Lafayette bar.

That's what they said.

Apparently, the two gunmen entered the

bar and immediately started shooting.

According to William Marins, two

guys barged in and just opened fire.

Oliver goes down first.

Nauyaks.

Then Marins was the only one

that got a look at them.

Then they shoot Hazel Tanis

and leave.

What's Bello doing?

Bello was a lookout for

a burglary up the street.

And who else saw anything?

Patty Valentine. She said

she saw the getaway car.

And there was a man who lived across the

street by the name of Avery Cockersham.

Cockersham? That name

was in the police report. That's right.

So how come he didn't testify? The

judge threw the police report out.

Cockersham left town.

Nobody could find 'im.

It was two colored guys. They just

walked in, they started shootin'.

Call the cops.

Now, according to the police, the

murders were racially motivated.

The bar didn't serve blacks, so,

naturally, this crazy n*gger, Rubin Carter,

had to take out his vengeance

on the entire white race.

This is Exhibit 11-F.

This is 1966.

What are you talking about? Where

are you? Trial transcripts, 1966.

Valentine first said...

the car's tail lights

were similar to the getaway car.

"Similar. "

Right.

Then in '76, Exhibit 89-C,

she says, quote,

"The Carter car was unquestionably

the same car. There was no doubt. "

Closed quote.

Exactly.

Kind of makes you wonder,

doesn't it?

Second trial, ten years later,

suddenly she changes her story.

She drew a picture,

like a bow tie.

Yeah, yeah.

I got it here.

"Tail lights lit up all across the back...

...like a butterfly, as the

killer's car drove away. "

"Like a butterfly. "

So the first thing we have to do is find

out exactly what Rubin's car looked like.

We need to find a '66 Dodge Polara. Mm-hmm.

There's the bow-tie lights,

like Patty Valentine described.

I'm not so sure about that.

You ready?

Yeah.

Yeah.

See that? They don't

light up all the way.

Oh, yeah, that's a Dodge Monaco.

You don't want one of those.

They don't have the power. I'll

make you a good deal on this one.

Sh*t.

Monaco?

Mr. Carter?

Yeah.

I was told to get you.

Get me? By whom?

The warden wants

to see ya.

For what?

I don't know.

Open up, Al.

Mr. Carter.

I have a difficult job

running this place,

but I do it.

I do it really well.

You called me down here at 3:00

in the morning to tell me that?

I hear things.

I hear everything.

What have you heard, Warden?

I hear something's

goin' down.

I don't want a mess,

something that I can't clean up.

This doesn't have anything

to do with my case, does it?

Sh*t happens everyday,

and I wanna warn you,

that's all.

Somebody tries to take you down,

something gets started,

I can't stop it.

You understand me?

What do you suggest

I do?

Stay alive.

And that goes

for your friends too.

Guard!

Who is it?

We're looking for

an Avery Cockersham.

Do the Cockershams

live here?

I'm Mrs. Cockersham.

What do you want?

You're black.

You're white.

Baked fresh this morning.

You take the white one.

Yeah, there were plenty colored

folks in the neighborhood...

and in the bar too.

Avery and me were regulars.

They served blacks in the bar?

We had a runnin' tab.

So much for

the racial motive.

My Avery got a good look

at those men,

and it wasn't

Rubin Carter.

He told the police.

He told them and he told them.

He even signed a statement

for that detective.

You know the one.

Heavyset.

Look like a bulldog

with glasses.

- Della Pesca.

- That's the one.

Could we, uh,

talk with your husband?

Avery's dead.

He died

just before the trial.

I'm sorry.

Here's stuff

I wanna check out.

Who the f***

you think you are?

Does this look

like Toronto to you?

Excuse me?

You've got some nerve

comin 'down here,

pokin' your nose

where it don't belong.

Let me ask you something,

Mr. Canada.

What the f*** do you know

about this place, huh?

You know anything?

You don't know sh*t.

Let me enlighten you...

because you don't know

what you're doing.

You are makin' enemies

that you don't know exist.

Huh?

We know about you.

You don't know sh*t about me.

You understand?

You don't know sh*t about this place,

so let me tell ya something else.

You're not welcome here.

You're not f***in' welcome here.

You got that?

Go back to where you belong.

Lesra's gonna have

to get on with school,

so we might want to send him

back for a while.

I understand. It's probably the best. Yeah.

Yeah.

What about you?

Oh, it's- it's gonna take

a little longer than we thought.

You are all right?

Yeah.

I've asked myself,

Lisa,

if I could

do for anyone...

what you and Sam and Terry and Lesra

have done for me, and the answer is no.

So, if you feel like you need

to go home for any reason,

I'll understand.

No, you've gotta understand

we're not-

we're not leaving

without you.

All right?

And we're gonna

find something.

Um,

well, I found

something,

a fellow by the name

of Barbieri.

He's a private investigator. Prosecution

hired him in the second trial.

Didn't he resign

from the case or something?

He quit and turned in his murder

book and crime-scene photos,

list of evidence,

but no notes.

Anyone talk to him?

Myron tracked him down.

What'd he say? Nothin'. He was scared.

Of whom? Of the people he was workin ' with.

Mrs. Barbieri?

Miss.

Hello.

Uh, is Mr. Barbieri in?

There isn't

any mister.

Uh, Dominick,

Dominick Barbieri?

That was my father.

He passed away years ago.

Wow. Maybe you

oughta have a yard sale.

That case always

bothered my father.

He never talked

about it.

He said he had to live

in this town.

Yeah. Any idea where

his notes might be?

Well, if he kept them at all,

they'd be in one of those boxes.

Guy was a pack rat. He must have

saved every case he ever worked on.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. What?

I found it. Look at this. Look. What?

He kept a damn diary. Oh, look.

Who would have thought he'd

put it in a diary? Look at this.

There.

A call was placed to an emergency

operator named Jean Wahl...

at 2:
28 a. m.

to report the shooting.

At 2:
28?

That's right.

She then calls the cops

to tell them.

They say they

already know about it.

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