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CONVERSATIONS BETWEEN FUNCTIONARIES



#1: I don’t get it. I went into the apartment, and there’s nothing unusual there but a pile of clothes, with the stuff piled on top.

#2: You’ve got no clue as to where the occupant’s gone?

#1: None whatsoever. Everything’s got a light film of dust on it, so he’s been gone at least a week.

#2: All right. Inventory the stuff, and come back in. Then I’ll pass the word up.

#2: Well, the shit hit the fan when I made my report. He wants you to get together a crew of trustworthy guys, break into the Watergate, and scour Democratic National Committee Headquarters ASAP.

#1: You’re kidding.

#2: No, I’m not.

#1: Christ, there’s never anything in a national committee headquarters! It’s a clerical office, for Christ’s sake!

#2: Buddy, you know that and I know that, but apparently he doesn’t. So I suggest you do exactly as instructed. Put together a crew – get a bunch of those Cuban exiles or somebody else that’ll tend to be loyal. And get in there!

#1: Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ.


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