Jack stood up. Pete pushed him down. Jack reached for the jug. Pete poured it out. Pete saved a chaser.
Jack said, "No. No no no no no."
Ward sapped him--one rib shot--whap.
Jack balled up. Jack kissed his Jew star. Jack bit his tongue.
Ward grabbed his belt. Ward dragged him. Ward kicked him into his office. Ward kicked the door shut.
Pete laughed. Jack lost a shoe and a tie clip. Ward lost his glasses.
Pete heard thump sounds. Jack screamed. The dogs woke up. Pete popped aspirin and Schenley's. The dogs yapped. The noise got all mixed up.
Pete shut his eyes. Pete rolled his neck. Pete worked his headache--fuck.
He smelled smoke. He opened his eyes. Smoke blew out a wall vent. Ash sifted through.
Arden.
Ward got Jack alone. Pete knew why. Do what we want/do what I want/don't talk about HER. He torched Jack's files. He torched HER name. He torched Arden WHO?
Jack screamed. The dogs yapped. Smoke blew out the vent. Smoke seeped and pooled.
The door popped open. Smoke whooshed out. Wet ashes flew. Sink sounds. Screams. Loose shot pellets hurled.
Ward walked out. His sap leaked buckshot. The shaft dripped blood. He stumbled. He rubbed his eyes. He stepped on his glasses.
He said, "He'll do it."
10.
(Dallas, 11/24/63).
Hangover.
The room light hurt. The TV noise hurt. Alka-Seltzer helped. Wayne dosed up and replayed the fight.
He swung. He hit Moore. Moore swung bourbon-blind. Pete got between them. Pete fucking laughed.
Wayne watched TV Room service was late--SOP for the hotel.
A cop faced a mike. He said we're moving him. Clear a path now.
Willis Beaudine didn't call. Buddy Fritsch did. Buddy had an update. Buddy talked to the border cops.
Wendell Durfee: Still at large.
Wayne dropped his plan: I've got a car/I'll drive to McAllen/I'll liaise with the border cops there.
Fritsch said, "Take Moore with you. If you cap that nigger, you'd better have a Texas cop in your pocket."
Wayne argued. Wayne almost said it: My plan is a shuck. Fritsch said, "Take him out. Earn your fucking keep."
Fritsch won. Wayne lost. He stalled. He watched TV. He never called Moore up.
Wayne sipped Alka-Seltzer. Wayne saw cops with Stetsons. The TV picture jumped.
He slapped the box. He tapped the dials. The picture cohered.
Oswald stepped out. Oswald wore handcuffs. Two cops flanked him. They walked through the basement. They faced some reporters. They cleared a path fast.
A man jumped out. Dark suit/fedora. Right arm outstretched. He stepped up. He aimed a gun. He shot near point-blank.
Wayne blinked. Wayne saw it--oh fuck.
Oswald doubled up. Oswald went "Oooh."
The cops blinked. They saw it--oh fuck.
Commotion. Dogpile. The gunman's down. He's prone. He's disarmed. He's pinned flat.
Rerun that. I think I-- The hat. The bulk. The profile. The dark eyes. The fat.
Wayne grabbed the TV. Wayne shook the sides. Wayne focused in tight.
Jerky shots/camera jumps/a low zoom.
The bulk grew. The profile blossomed. Someone yelled, "Jack!"
No. Asshole Jack Ruby--the dive club/the dogshit/the-- Someone yelled, "Jack!" A man snared his hat. Cops wrestled him. Cops cuffed him. Cops stood him up. Cops went through his pants.
The picture jumped. Wayne slapped the antenna. The picture went flat.
Reruns: Moore muscles Jack. Jack prowls the PD. Jack knows Pete. Moore knows Pete gooood. Bowers. The thumb. The Kennedy hit-- The picture jumped. The tubes buzzed. The fucking phone rang.
The picture settled. A newsman yelled, "Local nightclub"-- Wayne stood up. Wayne tripped. Wayne grabbed the phone. Wayne snagged the receiver.
"Yeah, this is Tedrow,"
"It's Willis Beaudine. Remember, you met me--"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Well, that's good, because Wendell's going for that offer you made. He don't know why you're doing it, but I told him my dog liked you."
The sound died. Jack moved his lips. Cops gave him the big two-cop flank.
Beaudine said, "Man, are you there?"
"I'm here."
"Good. Then you be at rest stop number 10, eighty miles south on I-35. Make it three o'clock. Oh, and Wendell wants to know if you've got money."
The cops dwarfed Jack--big men--boots up to six-four.
"Hey, man. Are you there?"
"Tell him I've got six thousand dollars."
"Hey, you have to like that!"
Wayne hung up. The TV jumped. Oswald rode a white sheet on a cot.
11.
(Dallas, 11/24/63).
He saw it live.
He'd tuned in Channel 4. He squinted to see. He broke his glasses at Jack's club.
He sat in his room. He watched the show. It capped his interview--one hour back.
He sat with Lee Oswald. They talked.
Littell drove I-35. Freeway signs blurred. He hit the slow lane and crawled.
Arden called last night. Oswald died at Parkland. Ruby was under arrest.
Oswald bit his nails. Littell uncuffed him. Oswald rubbed his wrists.
I'm a Marxist. I'm a patsy. I won't elaborate. I'm pro-Fidel. I indict the U.S. I scorn her Cuban misdeeds. I scorn the exiles. I scorn the CIA. National Fruit is evil. The Bay of Pigs was insane.
Littell agreed. Oswald warmed up. Oswald craved perspective. Oswald craved friends.
Littell faltered then. Oswald craved friends. Guy's cutout knew it. Littell shut down. Oswald caught his tone. Oswald threw it back.
Some sound facts. Some nut talk mixed in. You don't love me--so I'll kill you with The Truth.
Littell walked out then. Littell recuffed Oswald. Littell squeezed his hands.
Freeway signs blurred. Signposts popped. Exit posts slithered. Littell saw "Grandview." Littell pulled right. Littell cut down a ramp.
He saw the Chevron sign. He saw the HoJo's.
There-- The shape between them--motel rooms--one long row.
He crossed an access lane. He parked by the HoJo's. He walked by the rooms. He squinted. He saw the "14."
There--the door's ajar. That's Arden on the bed.
Littell walked in. Littell shut the door. Littell bumped a TV set. The juice was off. The box was warm. He smelled cigarettes.
Arden said, "Sit here."
Littell sat down. The bedsprings sagged. Arden moved her legs.
"You look different without your glasses."
"I broke them."
She had her hair up. She wore a green sweater-dress.
Littell turned a lamp on. Arden blinked. Littell bent the lamp down. It shaded the glare.
"What did you do with your things?"
"I rented a storage garage."
"In your own name?"
"You're being disingenuous. You know I'm better than that."
Littell coughed. "You've been watching television."
"Along with the whole country."
"You know some things they don't."
"We've got our version, they've got theirs. Is that what you're saying?"
"You're being disingenuous now."
Arden hugged a pillow. "How did they convince him? How do you make someone do something so crazy on live television?"
"He was crazy to start with. And sometimes the stakes are so high that they play in your favor."