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.

Whas this? Wha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 i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.