JR: This Valachi is one prime stupe.
SG: He’s a scared stupe, too. He begged to go into Federal custody, and Bobby beat Hoover to him. They cut a deal. Valachi gets lifetime protection for ratting the Outfit en fucking masse. The word is Bobby’s going to put him in front of the newly fucking revived McClellan Committee, like in September or something.
JR: Oh, fuck. Mo, this is bad.
SG: It’s worse than bad. It’s probably the worst fucking thing that’s ever happened to the Outfit. Valachi’s been a made guy for forty years. Do you know what he knows?
JR: Oh, fuck.
SG: Quit saying, oh fuck, you stupid cocksucker.
Non-applicable conversation follows.
DOCUMENT INSERT: 9/10/83. Personal note: Ward J. Littell to Howard Hughes.
Dear Mr. Hughes,
Please consider this an official business request, and one tendered only as a last resort. I hope that my five months in your employ have convinced you that I would never make an out-of-channels request unless I deemed it absolutely vital to your interests.
I need $250,000. This money is to be used to circumvent official processes and guarantee Mr. J. Edgar Hoover’s continued tenure as FBI Director. I deem Mr. Hoover’s continued directorship to be essential to our Las Vegas plans. Please advise me of your decision as soon as possible, and please keep this communique in the strictest confidence.
Respectfully,
Ward J. Littell
DOCUMENT INSERT: 9/12/63. Personal note: Howard Hughes to Ward J. Littell.
Dear Ward,
Your plan, however obliquely stated, impressed me as judicious. The sum you requested will be forthcoming. Please justify the expense with results at the earliest possible date.
Yours,
HH
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CONTRACT
September–November 1963
DOCUMENT INSERT: 9/13/63. Justice Department memorandum: Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy to FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover.
Dear Mr. Hoover,
President Kennedy is seeking to establish a normalization of relations plan with Communist Cuba and has become alarmed at the extent of exile-perpetrated sabotage and harassment aimed at the Cuban coastline, specifically violent actions undertaken by non-CIA sponsored exile groups situated in Florida and along the Gulf Coast.
These non-sanctioned actions must be curtailed. The President wants this implemented immediately and has mandated it a top Justice Department-FBI priority. Florida and Gulf Coast-based agents are to begin raiding and seizing weapons at all exile camps not specifically CIA-funded or vetted by established foreign policy memorandums.
These raids must begin immediately. Please meet me in my office at 3:00 this afternoon to discuss particulars and review my list of initial target sites.
Yours,
Robert F. Kennedy
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(Miami, 9/15/63)
The dispatch hut was boarded up. The orange-and-black wallpaper was stripped into souvenir swatches.
Adios, Tiger Kab.
The CIA divested their half-interest. Jimmy Hoffa dumped his half as a tax dodge. He told Pete to sell the cabs and make him some chump change.
Pete ran the parking-lot clearance sale. Buyer-incentive TV sets were perched on every tiger-striped hood.
Pete hooked them up to a portable generator. Two dozen screens blasted news: a spook church in Birmingham got bombed an hour ago.
Four pickaninnies got vaporized. Kemper Boyd, take note.
Browsers jammed the lot. Pete pocketed cash and signed over pink slips.
Goodbye, Tiger Kab. Thanks for the memories.
Agency cutbacks and phaseouts dictated the sale. JM/Wave slogged on, minus mucho personnel.
The Cadre was disbanded. Santo said he was getting out of narcotics–an all-time epic lie.
The formal order came down last December. Merry Xmas– your elite dope squadron is kaput.
Teo Paez was running whores in Pensacola. Fulo Machado was on the bum somewhere. Ramón Gutiérrez was anti-Castroizing outside New Orleans.
Chuck Rogers was phased off contract status. Néstor Chasco was dead or alive in Cuba.
Kemper Boyd was still running his Whack Castro squad.
Mississippi got too hot for him. Civil rights grief was escalating and polarizing the locals.
Boyd moved his squad to Sun Valley, Florida. They took over some abandoned prefab pads. That old Teamster resort finally saw tenants.
They set up a target range and a reconnaissance course. They stayed focused on the KILL FIDEL problem. They infiltrated Cuba nine times–white men Boyd and Guéry included.
They took a hundred Commie scalps. They never saw Néstor. They never got close to Castro.