Mr. Delgado.

He said, "Okay, fine." Like a casual dresser, he went like the rest of us were, in casual clothes.
We went down to Tijuana, hit the local spots, drinking and so on, and all of a sudden he says, "Let's go to the Flamingo." So it didn't register, and I didn't bother to ask him, "Where is this Flamingo? How did you know about this place?" I assumed he had been there before, because when we got on the highway he told me which turns to take to get to this place, you know.

Mr. Liebeler.

To the Flamingo?

Mr. Delgado.

Flamingo, right. And as far as I know it's still there.

Mr. Liebeler.

Is this outside of Tijuana?

Mr. Delgado.

It's outside of Tijuana. Have you been over there?

Mr. Liebeler.

No.

Mr. Delgado.

No. Well, it's the street before the bullring. You have got to make a right-hand turn and you go out for about 1 mile, 2 miles out into the boondocks, the country. It's out in the country, about 2 miles away from the center of the town.
When we arrived in there, the way the agents tried to ask me if he had known anybody, I told them no; the way it looked, he just had been there before, but nobody recognized him. The only things I can remember, like I told these agents, were the two contrasting bartenders, you know, a real good-looking woman, amazon; she must have been at least 6-foot tall; and then there was this fragile-looking fellow behind the bar, one of those funny men, you know, and outside of being a very nice and exclusive club, you know--it wasn't one of these clip joints they had downtown, it was far different from that; it was really nice, a nice place.

Mr. Liebeler.

The bartender was a homosexual?

Mr. Delgado.

Yes.

Mr. Liebeler.

Was that apparent to you?

Mr. Delgado.

Oh, yes; it was apparent to us sitting on the bar stool, he looked like a little kitten; and the other bartender was this big girl. She was a good-looking doll. And that's about all.
Nothing eventful happened there. There is where the girls were telling stories, you know. They got these girls, you pick them up there, you know, and they started telling us stories, and he'd laugh just about the same time I laughed, and he understood what they were saying.

Mr. Liebeler.

They spoke Spanish?

Mr. Delgado.

Right.

Mr. Liebeler.

Now, did anything else happen at the Flamingo that you can remember?

Mr. Delgado.

No; during the night though I had lost my wallet. That was when I went to the provost marshal--not the provost marshal--the M.P. gate, and reported it, but that is neither here nor there. I had to put in for a new I.D. card and what have you.

Mr. Liebeler.

This was in Tijuana?

Mr. Delgado.

In Tijuana.

Mr. Liebeler.

The shore patrol had an office across----

Mr. Delgado.

Right at the border.

Mr. Liebeler.

Right at the border?

Mr. Delgado.

Right at the border they have an M.P. shack, right in the customs office, but they couldn't do nothing, what money I had was gone.
Like I said, these two Negro fellows, they paid for the way back, you know.

Mr. Liebeler.

You did have to put in for a new I.D. card; is that right?

Mr. Delgado.

Yes.

Mr. Liebeler.

Did you stay in Tijuana itself or did you stay across the border?

Mr. Delgado.

No; we stayed in downtown Tijuana.

Mr. Liebeler.

Do you remember where?

Mr. Delgado.

Right across the street from the jai-alai games, there are some hotels, these houses, you know; and as far as I knew, Oswald had a girl. I wasn't paying too much attention, you know, but it seemed to me like he had one.

Mr. Liebeler.

Did he show any interest in the jai-alai games?

Mr. Delgado.

No.

Mr. Liebeler.

You stayed over only one night; is that right?