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The truth! I'm doing my job
to make sure they grow up...

...in a country where justice won't be
a vanished idea in history books...

...like dinosaurs or Atlantis.

It doesn't replace a husband
or a father on Easter Sunday.

It's going to get worse!

I beat you again, you must give me a raise.

Who can you brag to?

Who killed President Kennedy?
Was there a conspiracy here?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Clear the door! Watch out! Move!

Congratulations. You're Page One.

Ain't nice, it says, we've spent over $8,000
on unexplained investigative expenses...

...since November, 1966.

Goddamn!

They went to the public records, got
vouchers we requested for withdrawals.

Shaw got them on our tail.

It could have been Ferrie,
Martin, Andrews, any of them.

Or they talked to Ruby 'cause of
they're on our asses for a measly $8,000.

They're hunting the news,
it's their business.

You'd think they'd understand
what were doing.

Getting angry doesn't accomplish
a damn thing.

Son of a bitch.

This changes everything now.

What do you mean?

Either we pull out now
or we go through heavy flak together.

Bear in mind, this may affect
the rest of your careers, your lives.

Any one who wants to pull out now...

...I assure you there will be no ill feelings
and I will reassign you to regular duties.

There it is then, thank you.

It means a great deal to me.

I'm giving this office $6,000
from my National Guard savings account.

So we can continue.

I'll make speeches where I can
and make additional money.

What shall I tell them?
Their piling up outside the door.

They want a statement.
The phones are going crazy.

I won't confirm, deny nor discuss, Sharon.

Goodbye, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm going home
to get a decent day's work done.

Mr. Garrison's own silence on the subject
has raised some interesting questions.

With taxpayer money,
has he uncovered valuable new evidence?

Or is he merely saving the information
to gain exposure at a national level?

Mr. Garrison should have
some explanation.

Did your office plant that garbage
in the paper?

- Who is this?
- You know damn well.

- Dave?
- You got it. Listen.

You're the only straight-shooter there.

I want an answer! Did you plant it?

Do you think we're nuts?
It's been a zoo since that broke.

Reporters everywhere.
Do you think we want that?

Somebody planted that fucking story!

I'm one of fucking Garrison's suspects.
I can't go home!

The maggots are everywhere!
Do you know what you've done to me?

Calm down.

From here on...

...I'm a fucking dead man!

You weren't even mentioned in the story.

Meet me in the lobby
of the Fontainebleau in 20 minutes.

I guarantee the boss will protect you.
He likes you. He likes your mind.

I just don't know who to trust anymore.

I suppose I could use a pot of hot coffee
and a few packs of Luckys.

Anything new?

Who are you scared of?

Everybody. The Agency, mob, Cubans.

Follow the Cubans.

Check them out. Here, in Miami. Dallas.

Check out Eladio del Valle.

He was my paymaster
when I flew missions into Cuba.

You're on the right track.
Don't write this down!

I ain't cooperating with no one!

There's a death warrant for me!
Don't you get it?

Damn! Wait a minute!

You ain't bugged, are you?
Son of a bitch, Lou!

Are you?

I play square. No bugs.

I'd love you to go on the record,
but I'm in no hurry.

I haven't slept since that article.

- Why'd you get me involved?
- Did we involve you? Or did Shaw?

Cocksucking faggot.
He got me by the balls.

- What do you mean?
- Photographs, compromising stuff.

He'll use them, too.

Agency plays for keeps.

Oswald was in my Civil Air Patrol unit.
I taught him everything.

He was a wannabe. No one liked him.
Thought he was a snitch.

But I treated him good.

He wanted his kid to grow up
with a chance.

What's this? What's going on?

Don't let him in.

No one's coming in here.

Black. Give it to me.

Black. My neck is killing me.

I've had cancer for years.
Been working with mice to find a cure.

Did you work for the CIA?

You sound like it's a remote experience
in ancient history.

You don't leave the Agency.

- Once you're in, they got you for life.
- And Shaw?

Shaw's an untouchable. Highest clearance.

Shaw, Oswald, the Cubans, all Agency.

Ruby?

Jack was a pimp.
A bagman for the Dallas mob.

Ran guns to Castro
when he was on our side.

Castro was almost with us
till we tried to whack him.

Everybody keeps flipping sides.

It's fun and games.

- How do the mob figure in this?
- They're Agency too.

The CIA and the Mafia worked together
for years trying to whack out the beard.

There's more to this than you could dream!

Check out something called
"Operation Mongoose. "

Government, Pentagon stuff.
They're in charge.

But who pulls whose chain? Who knows?

"Oh, what a deadly web we weave
when we practice to deceive. "

Who killed the President?

Why don't you fucking stop it? Shit!

This is too big for you, you know that?

Who did the President? Fuck!
It's a mystery.

It's a mystery wrapped in a riddle
inside an enigma!

The shooters don't even know!
Don't you get it?

Fuck, man! I can't keep talking like this!

They'll fucking kill me!

I'll fucking die!

Son of a bitch!

It's all right.

I don't know what happened.

Fuck!

All I wanted in the world...

...was to be a Catholic priest.

Live in a monastery.

Pray. Serve God.

I had...

...one terrible fucking weakness.

And they defrocked me!

Then I started to lose everything.

You'll be okay, Dave.

Just talk to us on the record.
We'll protect you.

They'll get to you too.

They'll destroy you.

They're untouchable.

I'm so fucking exhausted,
I can't see straight.

Early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?

Paris Match,
the largest magazine in France.

Literaturnaya Gazeta from Moscow.

Victoria Taylor, Private Eye.

You know who shot the President?
Mr. Garrison is too busy...

They're putting the heat on David Ferrie.

If we wait, he won't hold on.

He keeps changing his story.
We can't call him to a grand jury.

He'll keep deteriorating.
We'll get more out of him when he cracks.

If we call him in now he might freeze up,
we'll lose our best shot.

He can't go down any further.
We must protect him full time.

I know what you're going through
with Ferrie.

We'll talk tomorrow.
I have to catch a plane to Washington.

A lead says he's closely connected
to these events...

...but he won't come here.

I'm onto Ferrie's Cuban paymaster,
Eladio del Valle.

I need more men. I got to get him in.

I can't pull the teams to watch Ferrie.
I promised him!

This is our case!

I got something to show you.

I think you'll find it interesting.

This was found in your office.

The conference room is bugged, maybe
the phones. We have to debug the place.

Bugging the DA's office.
This is outrageous!

Believe what you want,
but we must be more careful.

All these new volunteers!

You handle it, okay?
I don't have time for this nonsense.

Well, we obviously got
the bastards worried now.

I'm coming to Washington!

Dave Ferrie's dead.

Found his body in his apartment
two hours ago.

What's it look like?

I don't see any violence. Heart attack,
maybe an aneurysm. Natural causes.

This is addressed to no one
and no signature.

"To leave this life is
for me a sweet prospect.

"I find nothing in it that is desirable...

"... and, on the other hand,
everything that is loathsome. "

It goes on and on.

"Daily we are propagandized more
and more by the rising crime wave. "

Seems pretty flowery for Dave Ferrie.

Proloid.

I took it once for a low thyroid condition.

It raises the metabolism.

Ferrie strike you as the kind of person
with a low metabolism?

Hardly, I'd say the opposite.
Maybe hypertension.

Ferrie was the only one to express
any kind of remorse about the whole thing.

I think it got him killed.

More bad news from Miami.

Ferrie's friend, Eladio del Valle,
was found...

...hacked to death with a machete
in his car.

He was tortured, shot point-blank in
the heart, his skull split open with an ax.

Ain't that the devil's piss!

Found another note. Same thing.
No name. No signature.

"When you receive this, I'll be quite dead,
so no answer is possible.

- "I offered you love, I got kicked. "
- Must've pressed to come up with that.

What if a man with hypertension
were to take an entire bottle of Proloid?

He'd die quickly. A heart storm
or a ruptured blood vessel in the brain.

Can you ascertain if there's Proloid
in his system?

Not with a routine autopsy.

But there may be a high level of iodine
in the spinal fluid.

But it's difficult to know.
What're you thinking?

It doesn't make sense.
Would a man afraid of dying...

...kill himself in a way
that leaves no trace?

And leave two unsigned suicide notes?

If it's a suicide, I've seen weirder.

The fact is, he's gone. And so is our case.

Unless we go for Shaw now.

With whose testimony?
O'Keefe, a male prostitute?

Jack Martin, a drunk?
Vernon Bundy, a dope fiend?

Shaw's got respect. Newspaper editors,
American Bar Association.

- I agree. We don't have the goods.
- We wait, Shaw will get whacked!

How many corpses do you need
to figure out what's going on?

Watch your mouth! Ferrie did this himself.

Where're you going?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

Frank, you're wasting your time here.

Big Jim gave strict orders. No FBl.

It's you I want to talk to.

Boss'd fry me in hog fat
if he knew I talked to you.

Boss's got a problem. Real serious.

- We know what's going on at your office.
- I guess you do.

You got nothing. I'm a friend.
You're riding on the Titanic.

Time to jump off
before you get destroyed, too.

Enough!

We're talking about your career.
You're young.

You're working the Castro thing.

- No, I'm not.
- You are.

We know Oswald didn't pull that trigger.
Castro did.

If it comes out, there'll be a war.

Millions of people will die.
That's more important than Jim Garrison.

Look at me when I talk to you!
You're too selfish!

Shut up!

If you got a brain in your thick skull,
listen to me. Listen real hard.

Get in the car.

Garrison?

Yes.

Glad you came.

Sorry about the precautions.

I just hope it was worth my while, Mr...?

I could give you a false name,
but I won't. Call me "X."

I've already been warned by the Agency,
so, if this is another threat-

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

If you've come this far,
what I have to say interests you.

I won't name names or tell you who
or what I represent.

Except to say you're close.

Closer than you think.

Everything I'll say
is classified top secret.

I was a soldier, Mr. Garrison. Two wars.

A secret Pentagon guy,
supplying the hardware:

Planes, bullets, rifles...

...for what we call "Black Operations. "

Black Ops. Assassinations. Coups d'etat...

...rigging elections,
propaganda, psych warfare.

In World War ll, I was in Romania,
Greece, Yugoslavia.

I helped evacuate part of Nazi intelligence
at the end of the war.

And we used those guys
against the Communists.

In Italy, '48, we stole the elections.

France '49, we broke the strikes.

Overthrew Quirino in the Philippines,
Arbenz in Guatemala...

...Mossadegh in Iran.
We were in Vietnam in '54...

...Indonesia, '58, Tibet, '59.

Got the Dalai Lama out. We were good.

Very good.

Then we got into the Cuban thing.
Not so good.

Set up an invasion to take place
in October, '62.

Khrushchev sent missiles to resist.
Kennedy didn't invade.

We just had our dicks in the wind.

A lot of pissed-off people, Mr. Garrison.

Understand?

I'll come to that later.

So, 1963...

I spent much of September of '63...

...working on the Kennedy plan
to get all US personnel...

...out of Vietnam by the end of 1965.

One of the strongest plans issued
by the Kennedy White House...

...National Security Memo 263...

...ordered home the first 1,000 troops.

But in November, a week after the murder
of Vietnamese President Diem...

...and two weeks before
Kennedy's assassination...

...a strange thing happened to me.

Is Dave in there?

You wanted to see me, General?

I do, indeed.

You're going to the South Pole.

I am?

Dr. Mooney's got the details.

Check with him. Have a nice vacation.

I was sent by my superior,
we'll call him "Y"...

...I was sent by General Y
to the South Pole...

...as military escort for a group
of international VIPs.

I was on my way back, in New Zealand...

...when the President was killed.

Oswald was charged at 7:00 p. m,
Dallas time...

...with Tippit's murder. That's 2:00 p. m.
the next day in New Zealand.

But already their papers
had the entire history...

...of this unknown, 24-year-old Oswald.

Studio picture, detailed biography,
Russian information...

...and were sure that he killed
the President alone...

...although it took them four more hours
to charge him with that crime in Dallas.

It felt to me as if...

...a cover story was being put out.

Like we would in a Black Op.

After I came back...

...I asked myself, why was I,
the chief of Special Ops...

...sent to the South Pole to do a job...

...many others could have done?

I wondered if it could've been because...

...a routine duty,
if I'd been in Washington...

...would've been to order
additional security in Texas.

I checked it out and found that someone...

...told the 112th Military Intelligence
Group at Fort Sam Houston...

...to stand down that day,
over the protests of Colonel Reich.

I believe it's a mistake.

It's standard procedure, especially
in a known hostile city like Dallas...

...to supplement the Secret Service.

Even if we hadn't let him ride
with the bubble-top off...

...we would've put 100 to 200 agents
on the sidewalk without question.

A month before, in Dallas, UN Ambassador
Adlai Stevenson was spit on and hit.

There had been attempts
on De Gaulle's life in France.

We'd have arrived days ahead,
studied the route...

...checked all buildings.

Never would've allowed open windows
overlooking Dealey.

Our own snipers
would've covered the area.

If a window went up,
they'd have been on the radio!

We'd be watching the crowd:
packages, rolled-up newspapers, coats.

Never would've let a man
open an umbrella.

Never would've let the car slow down
to ten miles an hour.

Or take that unusual curve
at Houston and Elm.

You'd have felt an Army presence
in the streets that day.

But none of this happened. It violated
our most basic protection codes.

And it is the best indication
of a massive plot in Dallas.

Who could have best done this?

Black Ops. People in my business.
My superior might call Col. Reich and say:

"We have another unit coming for security.
You'll stand down. "

That day, some Army intelligence people
were in Dallas.

I don't know who or why.

But they weren't protecting clients.

And Oswald. Army Intell had
a Lee Harvey Oswald on file.

Those files have been destroyed.

Many strange things were happening.
Oswald had nothing to do with them.

The entire Cabinet was in the Far East.

A third of a combat division
was returning from Germany...

...in the air above the United States,
at the time of the shooting.

At 12:34 p. m, the Washington
telephone system went out for an hour.

On the plane back to Washington...

...word was radioed
from the Situations Room...

...to Johnson that there was one assassin.
Sound like coincidences to you?

Not for one moment.

The Cabinet was out of the way.

Troops for riot control were in the air.

Telephones were out to stop
the wrong stories from spreading.

Nothing was left to chance.

He could not be allowed to escape alive.

Things were never the same after that.

Vietnam started for real.
There was an air of...

...make-believe in the Pentagon and CIA.

Those of us in Secret Ops knew
the Warren Commission was fiction.

But there was something...

...deeper.

Uglier.

I knew Allen Dulles well.
I often briefed him in his house.

But why was he appointed to investigate
Kennedy's death? The man who fired him.

Dulles, by the way,
was General Y's benefactor.

I got out in '64.

Resigned my commission.

I never realized Kennedy was so dangerous
to the establishment.

Is that why?

That's the real question, isn't it? Why?

The how and the who is just scenery
for the public.

Oswald, Ruby, Cuba, the Mafia...

...keeps them guessing, like a game.

Prevents them from asking
the most important question: why?

Why was Kennedy killed? Who benefited?

Who has the power to cover it up? Who?

In 1961...

...right after the Bay of Pigs,
very few people know this...

...I participated in drawing up
National Security Action Memos 55, 56, 57.

These are documents classified top secret.

In them, Kennedy told Gen. Lemnitzer,
chairman of the Joint Chiefs...

...that from here on, the Joint Chiefs
would be wholly responsible...

...for all covert paramilitary action
in peacetime.

This ended the reign of the CIA.

Splintered it into 1,000 pieces,
as JFK promised he would.

And now he was ordering the military...

...to help him do it. Unprecedented!

I can't tell you the shock waves this sent
along the corridors of power.

This and the firing of Allen Dulles...

...Richard Bissell and Gen. Charles Cabell.

All were sacred cows in Intell
since World War ll.

They got some very upset people.

Kennedy's directives weren't implemented
because of...

...bureaucratic resistance.

But one of the results was...

...the Cuban operation was turned over
to my department...

...as Operation Mongoose.

Mongoose was pure Black Ops.

It was secretly based at Miami University...

...which has the largest
domestic CIA station...

...budgeted annually for hundreds
of millions of dollars.

Three hundred agents, 7,000 select Cubans.

Fifty fake business fronts
to launder money.

They waged a non-stop war against Castro.

Industrial sabotage, crop burning, etc.

All under the control of General Y.

He took the rules of covert warfare
he'd used abroad...

...and brought them to this country.

Now he had the people,
the equipment, the bases...

...and the motivation.

Don't underestimate the budget cuts
that Kennedy called for in March of 1963.

Nearly 52 military installations
in 25 states.

Twenty-one overseas bases.

Big money.

You know how many helicopters
have been lost in Vietnam?

Nearly 3,000 so far.

Who makes them?
Bell Helicopter. Who owns Bell?

Bell was nearly bankrupt when First
National Bank of Boston asked the CIA...

...to use the helicopter in Indochina.
How about the F-111 fighter?

General Dynamics of Fort Worth, Texas.
Who owns that?

Find out the defense budget since
the war began. $75 going on $100 billion.

Nearly $200 billion will be spent
before it's over.

In 1949, it was $10 billion.

No war... no money.

The organizing principle
of any society, Mr. Garrison...

...is for war.

The authority of the state over its people
resides in its war powers.

Kennedy wanted to end the Cold War
in his second term.

He wanted to call off the moon race
and cooperate with the Soviets.

He signed a treaty to ban nuclear testing.

He refused to invade Cuba in 1962.

He set out to withdraw from Vietnam.

But all that ended
on the 22nd of November, 1963.

Since 1961, they knew Kennedy
was not going to war in Southeast Asia.

Like Caesar, he is surrounded by enemies.

Something's underway, but it has no face.
Yet, everybody in the loop knows.

Forget about combat troops.

He told McNamara he would pull out
the goddamn advisors!

He fucked us in Laos and now
he will fuck us in Vietnam!

He can't afford to implement it
before the election.

I hear the NSC meeting
was a real barn burner.

I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Heads will roll. Hear about Lemnitzer?

What?

Kennedy rubbed Lem's nose in shit.

Said if we didn't go into Cuba,
which was so close...

...why go into Vietnam
which is so far away?

There he goes again.

Got his hand on the chicken switch.

Lem said that the Chiefs still think
we should go into Cuba.

Money's at stake.

Big money. $100 billion.

Kennedy bred voting districts
for defense dollars.

He gave TFX fighter contracts only
to those counties that will matter in '64.

The people in the loop fight back.
Their way.

We have to control the intelligence
from Saigon.

We just don't let McNamara
stick his nose in this thing!

Every time he goes over to Saigon
for a fact-finding mission...

...he comes back
and scares the shit out of Kennedy!

Now I want Max Taylor
on him night and day...

...like a fly on shit.

You control McNamara,
you control Kennedy.

I think it started like that.

In the wind.

Defense contractors, oil bankers.
Just conversation.

A call is made. Maybe to someone
like my superior officer General Y.

We're going. We need your help.

When?

In the fall. Probably in the South.

- We want you to come up with a plan.
- I can do that.

Everything is cellularized.

No one said, "He must die. " No vote.
Nothing's on paper.

There's no one to blame.

It's as old as the crucifixion.

Or the military firing squad.

Five bullets, one blank. No one's guilty.

Everybody in the power structure...

...has a plausible deniability.

No compromising connections
except at the most secret point.

But it must succeed.

No matter how many die
or how much it costs...

...the perpetrators must be
on the winning side...

...and never subject to prosecution
for anything by anyone.

That is a coup d'état.

Kennedy announces
the Texas trip in September.

At that moment,
second Oswalds pop up all over Dallas...

...where they have the mayor
and the cops in their pocket.

General Y flies in the assassins.

Maybe from the special camp
we keep near Athens, Greece.

Pros.

Maybe be locals, Cubans, Mafia hire.
Separate teams.

Does it matter who shot...

...from what rooftop?

Part of the scenery.

I keep thinking about that Tuesday...

...the 26th of November.

The day after they buried Kennedy.

Gentlemen, I am not going
to let Vietnam go like China did.

I'm committed...

...not to take our soldiers out of there
till they know we mean business in Asia.

Lyndon Johnson signs
National Security Memo 273...

...which reverses
Kennedy's withdrawal policy...

...and approves covert action
against North Vietnam...

...provoking the Gulf of Tonkin incident.

Just get me elected,
I'll give you the damn war.