The Anderson Tapes (4 page)

ANDERSON: Do what?

MRS. EVERLEIGH: You know… . with your finger … here …

ANDERSON: I know something better than that. Open up a little.

More. Yes. Keep your knees up, you stupid cow.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: No. Don’t do that. Please.

ANDERSON: I’m just starting. It gets better.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: Please, don’t. Please, Duke. You’re hurting me.

ANDERSON: That’s the name of the game.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: I can’t … oh Jesus, don’t … please … God …

Duke, I beg … oh, oh, oh …

ANDERSON: What a fat slob you are. For Chrissakes, you’re crying …

Helmas Job Printing, 8901 Amsterdam Avenue, New York; 14 May, 1968; 10:46 A.M. Electronic surveillance by the Internal Revenue Service, using a Teletek Model MT-18-48B, transmitting to a voice-actuated tape recorder in the basement of the delicatessen next door.

This is tape IRS-HJB-14MAY68-106.

CLERK: Yeah?

HASKINS: Is your employer about?

CLERK: Smitty? He’s in back. Hey, Smitty! Someone to see you!

[Lapse of six seconds.]

HASKINS: Hello, Smitty.

SMITTY: Where’s my twenty?

HASKINS: Right here, Smitty. Sorry it took so long to pay you. I do apologize. But I assure you, I didn’t forget it.

SMITTY: Yeah. Thanks, Tommy.

HASKINS: Could I speak to you for a moment, Smitty?

SMITTY: Well … yeah … all right. Come on in back.

[Lapse of eleven seconds.]

HASKINS: I need some paper, Smitty. I’ve got the cash. See? Plenty of bread. Cash on delivery.

SMITTY: What do you need?

HASKINS: I typed it all out for you on Snapper’s typewriter. One identification card in the name of Sidney Brevoort. I’ve always loved the name Sidney. The company is the New Urban Reorganization Committee, a nonprofit outfit. Any clean address.

Make sure you use this phone number. Here’s a snapshot of me to staple on the card. Here is what it should say: “This will identify

…” and so forth and so forth. Then I’ll want about twenty Sidney Brevoort business cards. While you’re at it, better make up about ten letterheads and envelopes for the New Urban Reorganization Committee. You never know. Okay so far?

SMITTY: Sure. What else?

HASKINS: Snapper wants twenty cards. Very ladylike and elegant.

Script. Here’s the name and address: Mrs. Doreen Margolies, five-eight-five East Seventy-third Street. Something with taste.

You know?

SMITTY: Sure. I got taste. That’s it?

HASKINS: Yes, that’s everything.

SMITTY: Three o’clock this afternoon. Twenty-five bucks.

HASKINS: Thanks so much, Smitty. You’re a sweet. I’ll see you at three.

SMITTY: With the loot.

HASKINS: Of course. Have… .

[The recording was halted by mechanical failure.]

Tape recording POM-14MAY68-EVERLEIGH, Segment II; approximately 11:45 A.M.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: I’ve got to get to the office. I’ve been away too long. God, I feel drained.

ANDERSON: Have another shot; you’ll feel better.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: I suppose so. Do you think we should leave together?

ANDERSON: Why not? He knows I’m up here, don’t he?

MRS. EVERLEIGH: Yes. He called first. Christ, I hope he doesn’t shoot his mouth off to the other owners.

ANDERSON: Give him a tip. He won’t talk.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: How much should I give him?

ANDERSON: Have him call you a cab and slip him two bucks.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: Two dollars? Is that enough?

ANDERSON: Plenty.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: Where are you going when you leave?

ANDERSON: It’s a nice day—maybe I’ll walk over to Ninth and get a downtown bus to work.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: I won’t be able to see you for a while. For about two weeks.

ANDERSON: How’s that?

MRS. EVERLEIGH: I’ve got to go to Paris on a buying trip. If you’d give me your address, I’ll send you a dirty French postcard.

ANDERSON: I’ll wait till you get back. You go on these trips often?

MRS. EVERLEIGH: Almost every month. Either to Europe or some other place to shoot ads. I’m gone at least a week out of every month.

ANDERSON: Nice. I’d like to travel.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: It’s just working in a different place. Will you miss me?

ANDERSON: Sure.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: Oh, my God… . Well … all ready?

ANDERSON: Yes. Let’s go.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: Oh, by the way … here’s something I bought for you. It’s a gold cigarette lighter from Dunhill’s. I hope you like it.

ANDERSON: Thanks.

MRS. EVERLEIGH: Oh my God …

Approximately three weeks after the parole of John Anderson from Sing Sing Penitentiary, intermittent electronic surveillance was established on his newly rented furnished rooms at 314 Harrar Street, Brooklyn, New York. The device used has not been verified. The following tape is coded NYPD-JDA-146-09. It is not dated. Speakers have been identified by voice prints and internal evidence.

ANDERSON: Ed Brodsky?

BILLY: He ain’t here.

ANDERSON: Is that you, Billy?

BILLY: Who’s this?

ANDERSON: I’m the guy you went to the Peters-McCoy fight with, at the old Garden.

BILLY: Gee, this is great! Duke, how… .

ANDERSON: Shut up and listen to me. Got a pencil?

BILLY: Wait a sec … yeah … okay, Duke, I got a pencil.

ANDERSON: How long will it take you to get to a pay phone?

BILLY: Five minutes maybe.

ANDERSON: Call me at this number, Billy. Now write it down.

BILLY: Okay, go ahead. I’m ready.

ANDERSON: Five-five-five-six-six-seven-one. Got that?

BILLY: Yeah. Sure.

ANDERSON: Read it back.

BILLY: Five-five-five-six-six-one-seven.

ANDERSON: Seven-one. The last two numbers are seven-one.

BILLY: Seven-one. Yeah, I got it now. Five-five-five, six-six-seven-one. How you been, Duke? I sure been… .

ANDERSON: Just hang up and go call, Billy. I’ll be here.

BILLY: Oh … yeah. Okay, Duke, I’ll hang up now.

[Lapse of three minutes forty-two seconds.]

BILLY: Duke?

ANDERSON: How are you, Billy?

BILLY: Gee, it’s good to hear from you, Duke. We heard you was out.

Ed was saying just the other… .

ANDERSON: Where is Ed?

BILLY: He took a fall, Duke.

ANDERSON: A fall? What the hell for?

BILLY: He was a … he was a … Duke, what’s that word—you know—you got a lot of traffic tickets and you throw them away?

ANDERSON: A scofflaw?

BILLY: Yeah! That’s it! Ed was a scofflaw. The judge said Ed was the biggest scofflaw in Brooklyn. How about that! So he got thirty days.

ANDERSON: Beautiful. When’s he springing?

BILLY: What’s today?

ANDERSON: It’s Friday, Billy. The seventeenth of May.

BILLY: Yeah. Let’s see … eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one.

Yeah. The twenty-oneth. That’s Tuesday … right?

ANDERSON: That’s right, Billy.

BILLY: Ed will be out on Tuesday.

ANDERSON: I’ll call late Tuesday or Wednesday morning. Tell him, will you, kid?

BILLY: I sure will. Duke, you got a job for us?

ANDERSON: Something like that.

BILLY: We sure could use a job, Duke. Things ain’t been so great for me since Ed’s been in the can. Listen, Duke, is it something maybe I could handle? I mean, if it’s something right away, I could handle it. No use waiting for Ed to spring.

ANDERSON: Well, it’s really a two-man job, Billy. If it was a one-man job, I’d tell you right away because I know you could handle anything I’d give you.

BILLY: I sure could, Duke. You know me.

ANDERSON: But this is really a two-man job so I think maybe we should wait for Ed. Okay?

BILLY: Oh, yeah, sure, Duke … if you say so.

ANDERSON: Listen, kid, is it really bad? I mean, if you need a couple of plasters until Ed gets out, tell me right now.

BILLY: Oh, no, Duke, thanks. Gee, no. It’s not that bad. I mean I can get by till Ed gets sprung. Gee, thanks, Duke, I really do appreciate it. Hey, when you mentioned about that night at the Garden it really took me back. Hey, what a night that was …

hey? Remember that guy I decked in the restaurant? Gee, what a night that was … hey, Duke?

ANDERSON: A great night, Billy. I remember it. Well, listen, keep out of trouble, will you, kid?

BILLY: Oh sure, Duke. I’ll be careful.

ANDERSON: And tell Ed I’ll call on Tuesday night or early Wednesday.

BILLY: I won’t forget, Duke. Honest I won’t. Tuesday night or early Wednesday. Duke will call. When I get back to the room I’ll write it down.

ANDERSON: That’s a good boy, Billy. Keep your nose clean. I’ll be seeing you soon.

BILLY: Sure, Duke, sure. It was real good talking to you. Thank you very much.

Ingrid Macht, thirty-four, a resident of 627 West Twenty-fourth Street, New York City, was of German or Polish birth (not determined); 5 feet 5 inches; 112 pounds; black hair usually worn very short. Brown eyes.

Healed lash marks on left buttock. Healed knife scar in X pattern on inside of left thigh. Scar of second-degree burns on right forearm.

Spoke German, English, French, Spanish, and Italian fluently. (See Interpol file #35S-M49876.) Believed to be Jewish. There is evidence (unsubstantiated) that this woman entered the United States illegally from Cuba in 1964 in a group of authentic refugees. Interpol file (see above) lists arrests in Hamburg for solicitation, prostitution, robbery, and blackmail. Served eighteen months in corrective institution in Munich. Arrested on 16 November, 1964, in Miami, Florida, charged with complicity in a scheme to extort money from Cuban refugees on the promise of getting their relatives to the United States. Charges dropped for lack of evidence. Employed as dance instructor at Fandango Dance Ballroom, 11563 Broadway, New York.

Electronic surveillance of Miss Macht’s apartment had been established on 15 January, 1968, by the Investigative Branch, Securities and Exchange Commission, on application in Federal Court, claiming that Miss Macht was involved in the theft and sale of securities, including stock shares, corporate bonds, and U.S.

government bonds. On the granting of court order FDC-1719M-89C, a Bottomley 956-MT microphone transmitter was installed, tapping both telephone calls and interior conversations.

By coincidence, an employee of the SEC lived in the apartment directly below Miss Macht’s. With his kind permission, a voice-actuated tape recorder was installed in his linen closet.

The following transcription was made from tape SEC-21MAY68-IM-12:18PM-130C.

ANDERSON: Is your apartment clean?

INGRID: Why not? I have been living a clean life. Duke, I heard you were out. How was it?

ANDERSON: Inside? A lot of faggots. You know how it was. You’ve been there.

INGRID: Yes. I have been there. A brandy—as usual?

ANDERSON: Yes. I like this place now. It looks different.

[Lapse of twenty-nine seconds.]

INGRID: Thank you. I have spent much money on it.
Prosit
.

[Lapse of five seconds.]

INGRID: Frankly, it is a surprise to see you. I did not think you would wish to see me again.

ANDERSON: Why not?

INGRID: I thought you would blame me.

ANDERSON: No. I don’t blame you. What could you have done—

confessed and taken a fall? What for? How would that have helped?

INGRID: That is what I thought.

ANDERSON: I was stupid and got caught. It happens. You have to pay for stupidity in this world. You did exactly what I would have done.

INGRID: I thank you, Duke. Now … that makes me feel better.

ANDERSON: You’ve put on weight?

INGRID: Perhaps. A little. Here and there.

ANDERSON: You look good, real good. Here, I brought you something. A gold cigarette lighter from Dunhill’s. You still smoke as much as ever?

INGRID: Oh, yes—more than ever. Thank you. Very handsome.

Expensive—no? Are things going so good for you … or did a woman give it to you?

ANDERSON: You guess.

INGRID [laughing]: I don’t care how you got it. It was very nice, and you were very sweet to think of me. So … what happens now?

What do you want?

ANDERSON: I don’t know. I really don’t know. What do
you
want?

INGRID: Oh, S
chatzie
, I stopped wanting many years ago. Now I just accept. It is easier that way.

ANDERSON: It made no difference to you whether I looked you up or not?

INGRID: No difference … no. I was curious, naturally. But it makes no difference either way.

[Lapse of fourteen seconds.]

ANDERSON: You’re a cold woman.

INGRID: Yes. I have learned to be cold.

ANDERSON: Tommy Haskins said you wanted to see me.

INGRID: Did he? That’s Tommy.

ANDERSON: You didn’t want to see me?

INGRID: Did—didn’t. What difference does it make?

ANDERSON: What time do you go to work?

INGRID: I leave here at seven. I must be at the hall by eight.

ANDERSON: I’m working. Not too far from here. I’ve got to be there by four.

INGRID: So?

ANDERSON: So we have three hours. I want you to make love to me.

INGRID: If you wish.

ANDERSON: That’s what I like—a hot woman.

INGRID: Oh, Duke… . If I was a hot woman you would not bother with me.

ANDERSON: Take off your robe. You know what I like.

INGRID: All right.

ANDERSON: You have gained weight. But it looks good.

INGRID: Thank you. Do you wish to undress?

ANDERSON: Not now. Later.

INGRID: Yes.

[Lapse of seventeen seconds.]

ANDERSON: Oh, God. A week ago a woman asked me where I learned these things. I should have told her.

INGRID: Yes. But you don’t know everything, Duke. A few things I have held back. Like this… .

ANDERSON: I … oh, Jesus, don’t … I can’t… .

INGRID: But of course you can. You will not die from this,
Schatzie
, I assure you. It can be endured. I think now you will undress.