_DOCUMENT INSERT_: 3/13/68. Bug-extract transcript. Marked: "Confldential"/ "Stage-1 Covert" /"Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Office/Mike Lyman's Restaurant/Los Angeles/listening-post-accessed. Speaking: Charles "Chuck the Vice" Aiuppa Bernard "Nardy" Scavone, organized-crime associates. (Conversation 6.8 minutes in progress.)
CA: It's what you call a coalition. Bobby's the president, but he needs the head ape to mobilize all the little apes and put him in power.
BS: Do the arithmetic, Chuck. They don't have the votes.
CA: Then you add the Jews, the college kids, the comsymps and the welfare creeps. It gets to be a very tight race with those forces in play.
BS: Bobby scares me. That I will readily admit.
CA: Bobby needs the head ape to create the unrest. Then he comes in and promises all the fucked-up people the moon.
BS: Bobby would fuck us, Chuck. He'd fuck us like he fucked us when he was AG and Jack was the prez.
CA: Bobby's only happy when he's got some made guy's dick in the vice.
BS: Watch it, Chuck. You say "vice," you give me these urges.
CA: Control yourself. There'll be more. Uncle Carlos has always got work.
BS: I'd like to put the head ape and Bobby in the vice. One squeeze and arrivederci.
(Non-applicable conversation follows.)
_DOCUMENT INSERT_: 3/14/68. Bug-extract transcript. Marked: "Confidential" / "Stage-1 Covert" / "Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Card room/Grapevine Tavern/St. Louis/listening-postaccessed. Speaking: Norbert Donald Kling Rowland Mark DeJohn, paroled felons (Armed Robbery/Bunco/GTA) presumed organized-crime associates. (Conversation 0.9 minutes in progress.)
NDK: This is rich. I grab the pay phone this morning and who do I get?
RMDJ: Jill St. John?
NDK: No.
RMDJ: What's her name? That cooze with the go-go boots.
NDK: No.
RMDJ: Norb, shit-
NDK: It's Jimmy Ray. He starts talking shit and says he joined a French cult in L.A. He dives muff and gets sucked off all day, and he needs money to support all his slaves, and did I know if there was a time limit on the bounty, 'cause he's got his hands full with his slaves right now and he don't know when he can get free.
RMDJ: That is hilarious. Jimmy's got his hands full, all right.
NDK: One hand, at least. At Jeff City he'd geez meth and jack off for two days at a pop. He'd read these fucking pussy books and orbit. He said the fucking pictures were talking to him.
RMDJ: Jimmy's got delusions of grandeur.
NDK: Yeah, but he hates niggers.
(Non-applicable conversation follows.)
_DOCUMENT INSERT_: 3/15/68. Bug-extract transcript. Marked: "Confidential"/"Stage-1 Covert"/"Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Suite 301/El Encanto Hotel/Santa Barbara/listeningpost-accessed. Speaking: Senator Robert F. Kennedy, Paul Horvitz (senate staff mbr.), Unidentified Male #1. (Conversation 3.9 minutes in progress.)
RFK:… simple and matter-of-fact. That's the way my brother announced. (Pause/3.4 seconds.) Paul, you time the statement. Read it aloud, but don't try to imitate me.
(Laughter/2.4 seconds.)
PH: About the position paper. Do we publish-
UM #1: You want the abbreviated version, right? The long form's too dense, and the press guys will have to cut too much.
RFK: Condense it and let me read the final draft. And be damn sure there's nothing in there about organized crime.
PH: Sir, I think that's a mistake. It undercuts your credentials as Attorney General.
UM #1: Bob, shit. You know you'll go after those guys ag-
RFK: I intend to, but I don't intend to broadcast it.
UM #1: Shit, Bob. Good foes make for good campaigns. The war and Johnson are one thing, but-
PH: The Mob's dead as a campaign issue, but-
RFK: I'll do what I do, when I do it, but I'm not going to broadcast my intentions. Think "social justice," "end the war" and "unite the country" and forget about the goddamn Mafia.
PH: Sir, do you think-
RFK: That's enough. I've got enough on my mind without worrying about those sons-of-bitches.
(Non-applicable conversation follows.)
_DOCUMENT INSERT_: 3/16/68. Bug-extract transcript. Marked: "Confidential"/"Stage-1 Covert"/"Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Suite 301/El Encanto Hotel/Santa Barbara/listeningpost-accessed. Speaking: Senator Robert F. Kennedy, Paul Horvitz (senate staff mbr.), Unidentified Male #1. (Conversation 7.4 minutes in progress.)
RFK:… a litigator I had at Justice. He was there for most of my moves against Carlos Marcello.
UM #1: Uncle Carlos. You deported him.
RFK: I dumped his fat ass in Central America.
PH: You're tipsy, Senator. You rarely say "ass" when you're sober.
RFK: I'm getting tipsy now because I won't be able to get tipsy until November. (Laughter/6.8 seconds.)
RFK: I'm starting to feel like a fighter before he goes into training. I'm dumping all the stuff I won't be able to talk about during the campaign.
PH: That litigator. What ab-
RFK: We were talking about the Outfit. I told him that one day I'd get my second shot, and devil take the hindmost.
PH: Is that from Shakespeare?
RFK: It's from me. It means I'm going to make those sons-ofwhores pay.
(Non-applicable conversation follows).
_DOCUMENT INSERT_: 3/1 7/6 8. Verbatim FBI telephone call transcript. (OPERATION BLACK RABBIT ADDENDUM.) Marked: "Recorded at the Director's Request" / "Classified Confidential 1-A: Director's Eyes Only." Speaking: Director, BLUE RABBIT.
DIR: Good afternoon.
BR: Good afternoon, Sir.
DIR: You pulled me out of a meeting. I assume you have news of some import.
BR: We hit on CRUSADER RABBIT. One of my men tailed him to a bank in Silver Spring, Maryland. He has a dummy account there. I got a bank writ and checked his transaction record.
DIR: Continue.
BR: The account was opened under a pseudonym. CRUSADER uses it for one purpose, to send checks to the SCLC. I cross-checked our bank-account covers on the SCLC and determined that checks from four other accounts, in different cities and states, have been regularly sent in. They go back to '64 and they all bear CRUSADER'S handwriting. He's got a different alias for each account, and he's donated close to a half million dollars total.
DIR: I am astounded.
BR: Yes, Sir.
DIR: He's embezzled the money or stolen it from some convenient source. His salaries would not sustain that degree of largesse.
BR: Yes, Sir.
DIR: He's indulging the Catholic concept of penance. He's atoning for the sins he's committed under my flag.
BR: It gets worse, Sir.
DIR: Tell me how. Fulfill my worst fears and most justified suspicions.
BR: An agent spot-tailed him in D.C. two days ago. He was heavily disguised and almost unrecognizable. He met a Kennedy staffer named Paul Horvitz at a restaurant and spent two hours with him.
DIR: More atonement. A roundelay that will not go unpunished.
BR: What do you want me-
DIR: Let CRUSADER continue to atone for his sins. Send copies of the March 15th and March 16th El Encanto bug tapes to Carlos Marcello, Sam Giancana, Moe Dalitz, Santo Trafficante and every other Mob patriarch in the United States. They should know that Prince Bobby has long-range plans for them.
BR: It's a bold and inspired gambit, Sir.
DIR: Good day Dwight. Go with God and other felicitous sources.