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Pocket Pistols

November 1963:
Jim knows his nab is packing heat but finding the Baby Browning proves more like finding a syringe in a hospital than a needle in hay. For each firearm discovered, two others are uncovered, tucked discreetly in the folds of a fancy pinstriped suit:

“‘Lee, if anybody shoots at you, I hope they’re as good a shot as you are.”

Lee smiled and said, “Nobody’s going to shoot at me.”

11:21 am:
In the parking garage, Jack leaves Sheba with the windows cracked open. He enters the back door unchecked and takes the stairway to the basement. He arrives as Jim leads Harvey to a transport car to County:

“Hoffa sent me!” Jack yelled, leaping from the crowd. Planting a 38 in Oswald’s gut, he’s rumored to have whispered, “It’ll spare Jackie the discomfiture of coming back to trial.”

July 1975:
By the light of the ‘Dining and Cocktails’ sign, Frank pulls Jimmy’s limp body up into the trunk of his Torino. They arrive at Frank’s home just as Jimmy is coming to:

“We do what we gotta do,” said The Irishman.

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