oh yes, i used to go over there a lot to see jack and especially my friend jada who danced there. it was the real swinging spot in town. everybody came. businessmen, politicians from austin, lyndon johnson's friends.  dallas was a slow town back then. you chewed toothpicks, played dominos, spit and dated policemen. but jack's was exciting. there were always cops there. jack liked 'em around, but he used to throw the drunks out himself, 'cause he was kinda a violent- tempered man.  it seemed everybody in those days knew jack was with the mob. the cops were "bad" back then - they'd shake you down for the money in your pocket. they put a lotta people in the cemetery, especially colored people.
oh, yeah. one time i came in, jack introduces me to these two guys. he said, "beverly, this is my friend lee" and i didn't catch the other guy's name. he was a weird-looking guy with those funny little eyebrows. the other guy, lee, didn't make much of an impression either. he wasn't good-looking or nuthin', he didn't look like he had any money, and he was in a bad mood, so i didn't pay him much mind. well, i might not remember a name, but i always remember a face. when i saw him tow weeks later on the television, i screamed, "oh, my god - that's him! that's jack's friend!" i knew right then it had something to do with the mafia.  well, about a week later, after she told the newspapers she'd met this guy lee with jack, jada disappears off the face of the earth.
never knew what happened to her till herman offered to sell me her wardrobe. i said, "but jada's coming back," and i remember the way he smiled.  and i knew she was never coming back.
i don't think so, sir.
i just don't want to become another statistic like her. if they can kill the president, do you think they're gonna think twice about a two-bit showgirl like me?