Moyers, who is 75, had planned on ending his weekly news show at the end of the year, but PBS convinced him to stay on through April 30, 2010. This means, in O'Reilly's fantasy world, that Bill and Jesse totally embarrassed PBS into firing Moyers.

Bill ambushed Moyers again in 2008, but he didn't show that clip, because Moyers upstaged the second-string ambush producer that time.

Watters, you will recall, is the producer Bill O'Reilly dispatches to stalk his unsuspecting enemies and jump out at them with a microphone and camera while they are trying to enjoy their lives and calls it journalism. He followed ThinkProgress' Amanda Terkel for two hours while she was on her way to a weekend getaway in Virginia, and tailed the Washington Post's Bill Arkin for 90 minutes across state lines. He jumped the New Yorker's Hendrik Hertzberg outside his Manhattan apartment before the guy had even had his morning coffee. O'Reilly justifies this stalking by claiming that his targets refuse to answer questions on his show, but neither Hertzberg nor Terkel had even been invited—they had no idea O'Reilly or Watters had questions for them before he shoved a camera in their faces. For his part, Watters has refused to talk to both the New York Times and Gawker about his tactics. We found that odd given the circumstances, so we decided to do a little ambushing ourselves.

Since our last visit, Jesse has moved up in the world—about five days after we spent the morning waiting (in vain) for him to come out of his Manhasset apartment last month, he and his wife closed on a $545,000 home on a cute little cul-de-sac in Huntington, NY.

With a little work, we tracked down the new address and spent an eventful Thursday hanging out in the new 'hood. We met some of your neighbors, Jesse—they are lovely people (we mean that in earnest), and we don't blame them in the least for calling the cops on us because they were creeped out by two blogger-looking dudes hanging out on their street all day. Did any of your targets' neighbors ever call the cops on you when you stalked and ambushed them, Jesse? The officer who questioned us while we were parked outside your house was very friendly and didn't try to run us off, and we're curious about your experience. We should compare notes! Especially because the other cop that detained us yesterday pointed his gun at us. Did that ever happen to you? Don't worry—in the end it all worked out. He was a big fan of your work, and he found it pretty funny that we were trying to ambush you. He wished us luck.

The image associated with this post is best viewed using a browser.If you just return our calls, Jesse, your new neighbors might not resent you for dragging riff-raff like us into your new suburban idyll, and local law enforcement might be able to spend their time doing other things than dealing with bloggers who just want to talk to you.

You know how to reach us. We'll see you soon, one way or the other. I know you must be having a pretty good chuckle, Jesse, at what amateurs we are at this, especially compared to you. But we work hard, and we don't give up. And we're learning. So it won't be long. Or maybe these furtive attempts are just a Columbo act designed to lull you into a false sense of security. You can't be too careful. Anyway, have a lovely Memorial Day weekend.

The image associated with this post is best viewed using a browser.P.S. To anybody who is wondering why we're going about this project so publicly, thereby handicapping our efforts: Watters sneaks up on people. We find that rather rude and creepy, and prefer to let our quarry know that he is being hunted. It's only fair, and it's the difference—actually, one of many—between us and Jesse Watters.

Watters, Fox News' stalker producer who's afraid to talk to Gawker, apparently read the questions we asked him yesterday. And via Twitter, he says he doesn't have to answer to us. UPDATE: Jesse Watters' Twitter account is fake.

We think you're missing the point of this exercise, Jesse. The fairly simple idea here is to apply to you the same rules that you have repeatedly applied to others. So, as per the Jesse Watters School of Ambush Interviews, you no longer get to decide whether or not to answer our questions. It wasn't up to Hendrik Hertzberg, or Amanda Terkel, or William Arkin, or a host of other people you ambushed. So now it's not up to you. And as for our "sordid, trashy voyeurism"—well, your employer's publicists have found gossip sites useful enough when Fox wanted to spread damaging information about its enemies.

Watters also responded on Twitter to the lie we caught him telling yesterday when he said he doesn't consider his interviews to be ambushes. We pointed out that O'Reilly proudly used that term on the air and online, including a time Watters got wistful about one of his "funnier" ambushes.

Well OK then. Young Watters has clearly been a careful study of the lie-attack-lie Fox News playbook.

For example: where Amato instructs you to memorize the URL of The Smoking Gun's transcript of the O'Reilly sexual harrassment suit, so that you can repeat it on camera, we'd recommend making sure they get no usable footage by simply shouting the following things:

• "Falafel."
• "FUCK IT, WE'LL DO IT LIVE."
• "Cup your hands under your breasts and hold them for ten seconds."

Also please consider this post our open invitation for Bill to sent Jesse after us! It'd be an honor. A hilarious honor. (Now it will never happen, of course.)

The statements:

"This story is beyond ridiculous and is completely false. Neither Biggie nor I had any knowledge of any attack before, during, or after it happened. It is a complete lie to suggest that there was any involvement by Biggie or myself. I am shocked that the Los Angeles Times would be so irresponsible as to publish such a baseless and completely untrue story." - Sean "Diddy" Combs

"In the past 14 years, I have not even been questioned by law enforcement with regard to the assault of Tupac Shakur, let alone brought up on charges. Chuck Phillips, the writer who in the past has falsely claimed that the Notorious Biggie Smalls was in Las Vegas when Tupac was murdered and that Biggie supplied the gun that killed Tupac — only to be proven wrong as Biggie was in New Jersey recuperating from a car accident, has reached a new low by employing fourth-hand information from desperate jailhouse informants along with ancient FBI reports to create this fabrication. I simply ask for all Rap fans and fans of Tupac to analyze this fiction for what it is along with Phillips' motives behind it. I am baffled as to why the LA Times would print this on its website when a simple and fair investigation would reveal that the allegations are false. I am currently consulting with my attorneys about my legal rights regarding this libelous piece of garbage." - Jimmy Rosemond

[via XXL]

Biggie's two verses on "Who Shot Ya?":

Who shot ya?

Seperate the weak from the ob-solete

Hard to creep them brooklyn streets

Its on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef

I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek

Your heartbeat soun like sasquatch feet

Thundering, shaking the concrete

Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot

Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots

Saw me in the drop, three in the corner

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter

Old school new school need to learn though

I burn baby burn like disco inferno

Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo

Peel more skins than idaho potato

Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place

Fuckin with b.i.g. it aint safe

I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses

Bumps and bruises, blunts and landcruisers

Big poppa smash fools, bash fools

Niggaz mad because I know that cash rules

Everything around me, two glock nines

Any motherfucker whispering about mines

And im, crooklyns finest

You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

(Hook)

I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
Think the cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker gs up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with raw c-poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like chaka khan Im the don
Pussy when I want rolex on the arm
Youll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there wont be no mistake
So you know where to tell jake, lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
Puff daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the baileys
On the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my cock, in the fire position and...

[via Lyrics Freak]

The Times obtained FBI records that say the attack was masterminded by manager James "Jimmy Henchman" Rosemond and promoter James Sabatino. Rosemond was a thug-turned-music businessman, and Sabatino was a young promoter whose father was in the mob. They offered Tupac $7,000 to record a track at the studio—where Puffy and dozens of Bad Boy associates were also recording that night—and then hired some guys from Brooklyn to beat and rob Tupac. He pulled a gun, and ended up getting shot, but surviving.

On Nov. 29, 1994, two dozen Bad Boy executives and associates gathered on the 10th floor of the Quad to record songs for a debut album by Junior M.A.F.I.A., a group formed by the Notorious B.I.G., Bad Boy's leading artist.

On hand were Combs, B.I.G., Rosemond, Agnant and Sabatino. Also present, among others, were rapper James "Lil' Cease" Lloyd and music executive Andre Harrell.

Rosemond had booked an adjacent studio to produce a recording by rapper Little Shawn, whose career he managed. This was the session at which Shakur was to be paid $7,000 for a guest vocal.

In fact, Rosemond never intended to record the session, according to the FBI informant and the other sources.

He had enlisted a trio of his friends from Brooklyn to ambush Shakur in the lobby of the Quad, the sources said.

Agnant and Sabatino helped plan the attack, working out the timing, arranging for the three assailants to be driven to the studio and mapping out their escape route, according to the informant and the other sources. Sabatino informed Combs and Wallace in advance that a trap had been laid for Shakur, the sources said...

The FBI informant said the shots were audible in the 10th-floor studio. "Sabatino, Rosemond and Combs did not seem concerned about this," the informant told the FBI, though others in the studio "were very upset."

The Times contacted the three guys who sources told them did the crime, all of whom are in prison on unrelated charges. One denied it; "one of the men said that Rosemond orchestrated the ambush. Another was cryptic. He wrote that the statute of limitations for the assault had expired, and he offered to produce, for an unspecified fee, the medallion stolen from Shakur."

Puffy declined to comment. Tupac was murdered in September of 1996; Biggie Smalls, Puffy's greatest rapper, was murdered the following March. Puffy is now a mainstream star; needless to say, this could further complicate his already complicated image.