I met him sometime in...
...June of '62. The Masquerade Bar.
Dave Ferrie took me there
expressly to meet him.

Sexual purposes?
Did he pay you?
$20 each time. Ain't no secret.
Thas what I'm in here for.

Anything unusual about him...
...you'd be able to describe in court?
He had something wrong with his leg.
A limp.

Don't get me wrong.
He's not one of those limp wrists.

He's a butch John. Meet him on the street,
you'd never snap.

You could play poker with him,
go fishing, you'd never snap.

One night we were at David Ferrie's...
...some time late in the summer of '63.
There was about nine to ten people there.
Cuban. Friends who'd done stuff
in the bush with him. Place was a mess.

Dave's mind was a mess.
He had caged mice...

...'cause he's working on a cancer cure.
Dave's smart, though.
Speaks five languages.

Knows philosophy, medicine,
military history, politics.

He wanted to be a priest.
They defrocked him 'cause he was queer.

Thas where you first met Oswald?
Strange guy. Dave introduced him as...
Leon Oswald.
How you doing?
What the fuck is he doing here?
Fuck you, motherfucker.
Leon's in a bad mood. Don't get excited.
You said Leon was actually
Lee Harvey Oswald?

Yeah. I have no reason to lie to you.
I'm already in jail.
Go on.
Finally they left and I was alone
with Dave...

...and this Leon...
...two of the Cubans,
and this guy Bertrand.

Dave pulled out some clippings.
He'd been obsessed with Castro
and Kennedy for months.

Little ass-wipe closed down the camps!
Took our C-4!

Took 10,000 rounds!
3,000 pounds of gunpowder!

All our weapons!