TATORT FOUR - 4
RECORD OF CONVERSATION – TAPE 1.
JACK RUBY: Hullo.
CAPTAIN X: It’s me.
JR: Jeez, how’d you get this number?
CX: I hit the yellow pages.
JR: Right… are you sure this, well, this line is secure?
CX: Yup. It’ll be fine.
JR: OK, what seems to be the trouble sir?
CX: The defector.
JR: Oswald? He served his purpose though right?
CX: Granted. I’m in town as of current.
JR: Where? I’ll come get you.
CX: No need. I’ll come to you. There’s something I need taken care of.
JR: Sure, who do you need for the job?
JR: For what?
CX: One last mission.
CX: I need you to put the “scare” in him.
JR: What are you getting at sir?
CX: There’s a .38, sewn to the bottom of the corner booth in your club, it’s filled with extra loud blanks. I need you take it and head down to the DPD building and take a shot at Oswald. The police cannot book you with anything substantial seeing as its not loaded. They’ll arrest you, but no charges will stick. I have a guy, Lieutenant Rhames, who will make your arrest record goes AWOL and escort you through the fire exit that evening from your cell. So no sweat.
JR: I don’t know Cap, seems risky and I’ve done my half of the bargain.
CX: I’m an expert with calculation. There is none.
JR: Hm, what’s the pay-out?
CX: Three large.
JR: Woah, you’re kidding?
CX: No. Courtesy of John Smith and Jane Doe.
JR: I’ll need to think about it sir.
CX: Of course, but think fast – he’s being moved to County tomorrow morning.
JR: I don’t know.
CX: Surely you want to do your part for your country right, Jack?
JR: Of course, but not in this way.
CX: Not in this way? Christ, Momo “the boys” are always at yours and you give me that crap?
JR: Sorry sir, I didn’t mean it like that.
CX: That’s fine Jack, you have my offer, think it over. Just to scare him that’s all. Be seeing you.
RECORD OF CONVERSATION – TAPE 2.
Captain X: *****, I need a favor.
CX: Where are you now son?
?: A motel in Austin.
CX: I need you to come back to Dallas.
CX: Our favourite club owner won’t play our little joke on Oswald.
?: Seriously? Cap, I must be the most wanted man in the state.
CX: It’s fine, our newspaper boys did a good job. Everybody’s into the lone ranger consensus now.
?: It won’t stick. The story that is. Everyone’s a sucker for the truth.
CX: And that’s why it helps to have friends in high places. Wouldn’t you agree?
?: Ditto. A shakedown then?
?: It’ll be taken care of.
CX: Good, just a little persuasion from Ruby please nothing too medieval.
CX: Say ****** before you go, you still in touch with the LA doctor?
?: I have a number somewhere…
CX: Did you say still engineers?
?: He can fake anything. You know Marilyn Monroe?
CX: I might need you to get in contact with him about our peculiar friend Mr. Ferrie.
?: OK soon.
CX: And should Ruby do something stupid. Could he engineer extensive stage lung cancer…
Captain X collected his jacket from the cloak room lady, a small and well-groomed woman with straw hair and a long neck. He asked her if the owner was about, she confirmed this and said she’d fetch him. She offered him a seat, Ruby came down a minute later.
“I’m sorry he went rough with you.”
“Do you understand what you need to do?” the Captain asked, striking a match.