Just for the record, this is my first screenplay, written for two reasons:
1) Because a former black US Secret Service agent—still living—who became inadvertently involved in the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, personally asked me to write it;
2) To get back at an ex-friend, the whore Stephen Gyllenhaal (yeah he’s a whore, but his is one of his better movies), who had contracted with a dodgy production company to write and direct a feature narrative film vindicating the behavior of Kennedy’s Secret Service detail in Dallas on 22 November, 1963. (Luckily, the film company ran out of money before they even started casting.)
No production deal yet, but I know everything—everything—proven and unproven about the JFK assassination. Ask me about anything. The rifle. Marina’s uncle. Gary Powers. Oak Cliff. Where I was that day.