Oswald in the doorway: the blog of the Oswald Innocence Campaign, by Ralph Cinque

You put Oswald in a car in Dealey Plaza, and it makes no sense to take him to a theater.

David Sanchez Morales: OK, Lee, I just have to get you to So-and-So, and he’s going to help you do such-and-such. He’s going to meet you inside a theater.

Oswald: Why inside a theater?

DSM: I don’t know.

Oswald: But, I don’t even know what he looks like, and it’s dark inside a theater.  Plus, there will be other people around, perhaps a lot of people. Plus, you can’t talk in a theater; we’ll have to whisper. And even if we do, it may attract attention. Besides, we’ve got this car. Why can’t you take me where I have to go? What do we need him for?

DSM. Hey, you know I borrowed this car from Ruth Paine, and her kid has got a recital tonight, or something, and she needs it back. I’ve got to hightail it back to Irving.

Oswald: How did you get out to Irving to get the car in the first place?

DSM: Took the bus.

Oswald: I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t have taken the bus. You travel 20 miles to borrow a car just to drive me 2? And then you have to return it? Then, how are you supposed to get back to Dallas?

DSM: You know, I hadn’t thought about that. I guess I’ll take the bus again. Do they run at night?

Oswald: You realize that is two round trips. You will have traveled 80 miles to borrow a  car just to drive me 2.

DSM: Shit, you’re right.

Oswald: But, let’s get back to this theater thing. Whose idea was that? Look, he’s got to get to the theater, presumably by driving. So, he drives there and parks and goes in, and we do the same. But, why couldn’t we both just park at the same place? I leave you, and I go with him. I get out of your car; I get into his. Simple. Direct. Fool-proof. That way, I’m not wandering around a theater looking for a guy I don’t know.

DSM: I hear you, Man, but hey, I just do what I’m told.

Oswald: And what do we need him for at all? I just have to get to Redbird Airport. Why can’t you take me there?

DSM: I told you, Man! Ruth Paine’s kid has got a recital or a school play or a sing-along or some such shit. I got to get the car back, Man!    

Oswald: Then why can’t you just take me directly to this guy? Wherever he is. He’s got a place, right? He doesn’t wander the streets, does he? Why meet inside a theater when the theater has got nothing to do with it?

DSM: I don’t know, Man. It’s just a spy thing. Whispering inside a theater. Trying to figure out who the person is. Speaking in code. Don't you think it's cool?  Oh, and by the way, you’re supposed to sit next to him in the theater and say, “The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.”

Oswald: From My Fair Lady? That doesn’t even come out for another year.

DSM: You’re yelling at the messenger, Man! Now shut the fuck up! Of the two of us, I’m the only one who is a real assassin. Remember?

Oswald: Alright, then just tell me who I have to meet. Describe him.

DSM: I don’t know. He’s just a guy. Or a gal. And she might be pregnant. I can’t narrow it down for you, Man. You're giving me a headache. Just sit next to people and say the line: “The rain in …”

Oswald: I know, I know. From Lerner and Loewe. Why couldn't they pick something from Rogers and Hammerstein?