1:12:02
Shaky hands...
1:12:06
bloodshot eyes.
1:12:10
And as he dismembered
my telephone...
1:12:14
he said...
1:12:17
"Look, what nobody understands...
1:12:21
"is that everybody's
got his job to do.
1:12:25
"I got my job.
1:12:27
"In this case,
it's preparing telephones.
1:12:32
"I like it or I don't like it...
1:12:35
"but it's my job.
1:12:38
"If I had another job,
say with the F.B. I...
1:12:43
"or someplace putting in
a wiretap, for example...
1:12:45
"or maybe even reading a guy's mail...
1:12:48
"like it or don't like it,
it would be my job.
1:12:51
Does anybody got the right
to destroy a man for doing his job?"
1:13:00
I wrote one more letter...
1:13:03
expressing my deep satisfaction
that we had at last made contact...
1:13:07
and informing him that the next time
he came, say to read the meter...
1:13:11
I had valuable information...
1:13:15
photostats, recordings,
names and dates...
1:13:18
about the conspiracy against him.
1:13:23
That letter showed up
a week after I mailed it.
1:13:26
It was torn in half and clumsily glued
together again.
1:13:31
In the margin on the bottom
in large, shaky letters...
1:13:34
was written the word, "Please."
1:13:47
I wasn't bothered again.
1:13:52
[Sighs]
1:13:54
It was after this
that I began to wonder.
1:13:59
If they're that...