21 AUGUST, 1968; 12:15 P.M. Tape NYSNB-49B-767 (continuing).
ANDERSON: You want in?
JOHNSON: Who do I bash and what’s the cash?
ANDERSON: Two big ones, half in advance.
JOHNSON: Gimme your han’ ’cause you’re my man.
ANDERSON: I’ll be in touch to tell you where and when. Keep clean for the next two weeks. Can you do that?
JOHNSON: You gotta know. Like the driven snow.
ANDERSON: Don’t fuck me up, Skeets. Or I’ll have to come looking for you. You know?
JOHNSON: Aw, now, Massa Anderson, you wouldn’t be trying to skeer this pore, ignorant ole nigguh, would you now?