April, 1968. Johnson is briefed by Rusk and Defense Secretary Robert McNamara on "that sumbitch" Nash. Richard Helms is sent out for tacos. Johnson makes a number of sadistic jokes at Helms' expense as he leaves the White House briefing room, warning him not to spill mild sauce on "his naws suit."
Helms exits the White House and stops in at his favorite taco stand: Karina's, on L Street. In a fit of wounded dandy-ish pride, he contemplates lacing Johnson's fajita with leftover LSD from MKULTRA.
Helms stops off for a haircut on the way back to the White House. Johnson is growing furious. His status is upgraded from "hongry" to "damn hongry." Rusk suspects the fajitas are growing cold sitting in Helms' car.
Back in the safe house, Nash has a vivid dream about a walk-in freezer filled with fajitas. He has been keeping a fantastic dream journal for the benefit of his psychiatrist, a kindly ex-Nazi that, unbeknowest to Nash, had treated Frank Olson. He is eager to see what the doctor will make of this dream of cold Mexican food.
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