Cue The Strings Of Overly Dramatic Final Statements.
After the break, we're in a debriefing room being, well, debriefed. Patton's doing the pantsing on this one. He shows a picture of Moray on a big screen, and then a collection of mug shots of the core members of Moray's group. Patton says the name of the group, and I think I actually understand it this time: Hola Nortegna. I'm serious. That's what it sounds like. Except, and I'm only going by my two years of high-school Spanish here, that would roughly translate to "Hi Nortegna!" I really don't think that's an appropriate name for a Cuban bad-ass assassination group. ["I suspect it's actually 'Hola Norteño,' or 'hello Northern,' which would -- actually, no, that doesn't make any more sense at all. Ignore me." -- Sars]
Patton goes on to say that any member of this group could qualify as a would-be Castro assassin. He repeats that stuff about the CIA contracting Moray's group in 1963. The method of assassination? A box of botulism-laden cigars delivered to Castro himself. The attempt failed, and six months later another member of Moray's group made a second attempt. "With what? An exploding toothbrush?" says the same Snotty Spy Guy from earlier in the show. Actually, Patton informs him, it was a sniper rifle, you annoying little twit, and the sniper was seized by security and executed by firing squad ten days later. Now sit down and shut up before Patton pulls out his riding crop and smacks you on the ass.
"According to our files," continues Patton, "there's been no official agency contact with Moray's organization --" "No 'official' contact?" interjects Big Cheese. "No 'unofficial' contact, either," spits Snotty Spy Guy. "Not on my watch. We're not involved in this." The rest of the Spy Guys just look at him like they're all thinking of taking him out back and giving him a global thermonuclear atomic wedgie.
Rocky wonders if Moray will do the job himself. Patton tells him that this would be next to impossible, as Castro's landing in New York tomorrow and Moray is currently at home in Miami planning a first communion dinner for his granddaughter. Cheese wants to know about the rest of the group members, and Patton says they're tracking them all but, for his money, the prime suspect would be one Ruben Navarro.
When Cheese asks him why he's concentrating on this Navarro guy, Patton says that, according to the phone records, Moray has kept in constant contact with every group member on a weekly basis for the past six months. However, three months ago, he stopped all phone contact with Navarro. Snotty Spy Guy postulates that maybe Navarro "lost his faith." "Maybe," says Patton confidently as he brings up a map on the screen. "But a number of calls have been made to various pay phones in Coral Gables which fall within a few blocks of Navarro's apartment." Go Patton! Tell Snotty Spy Guy to shove off! Woo! "You think Moray has been deliberately avoiding direct contact with him?" asks Cheese. "Yes, sir," says Patton. "Navarro was an anti-Castro freedom fighter, or terrorist, depending on which side you're on, and a few years back he did some contract work for us as well. So, he's qualified, and he hates Castro." "And he's another one of ours," muses Big Cheese.
Later, in Patton's office, Billy's going over Navarro's "impressive" résumé and recounting Navarro's many accomplished terrorist-type tasks. "And we trained him," says Billy in a tone of slightly amused irony. Patton tells him that they gave Navarro a crash course in survival, evasion, and weapons. "Your brother was his teacher," says Patton, searching around on his desk for something to look at other than Billy's face. Billy shuts the file and looks at Patton. "Well," he says, trying to laugh it off, "he didn't train him to assassinate people." Duh, Billy. What the hell do you think survival, evasion, and weapons training sessions are for? Do you think your bro was teaching him to be an accountant? Lord.