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Nov. 30, 1995 - Bill Cooper
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Kennedy #5 Assassins
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Sure.
Please stand and let you move you.
This is the good of their sea.
This is the good of their sea.
You're listening to the Hour of the Time.
I'm William Cooper.
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's episode is number five.
In our continuing series on the life.
Ladies and gentlemen.
The life.
The presidency.
The United States.
Ha, ha, ha.
Well, let me explain what's going on here.
We finally got some equipment fixed and some equipment replaced.
It cost a lot of money.
We couldn't afford it, but we had to do it.
And you should be listening to my voice much better than it ever has been in a long time.
So, I'm getting used to this new equipment.
I don't know what all these buttons and switches are, and I'm making some mistakes, so please bear with me.
Tonight's episode, ladies and gentlemen, is number five in our continuing series entitled Assassins.
Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States, Abraham Lincoln.
Thank you.
Someone tell the story.
Someone sing the song.
Every now and then the country goes a little wrong.
Every now and then a madman bound to come along.
It doesn't stop the story.
The story's pretty strong.
It doesn't change the song.
Johnny Hoop was a handsome devil.
Got up in his rings and fancy silks.
Had a temper but kept it level.
Everybody called him Wilkes.
Why did you do it, Johnny?
Nobody agrees.
But you who had everything, what made you bring a nation to its knees?
Some say it was your voice that gone.
Some say it was booze.
Some say you killed a country john because of bad reviews.
Johnny lived with a grist and glitter.
Kinda like the lies he did not say.
Died in a barn in pain and fear.
27 years of pain.
Why did you do it Johnny?
Throw it all away.
Why did you do it?
For nothing's destroyed.
The pride and joy of Illinois.
But all the USA.
Damn!
They're coming!
They'll be here any minute!
That's the reason Tanner's gone along with that you.
I can't hold the pen.
Johnny, they found us!
We gotta get out of here!
Not till I finish this!
Johnny!
No!
Have you seen these papers?
Do you know what they're calling me?
A common cutthroat!
A hired assassin!
This one says I'm mad!
We must have been mad to think we could kill the President and get away with it!
We did get away with it!
He was a bloody tyrant and we brought him down.
And I will not have history to think I did it for a bag of gold or in some kind of rabid fit!
Johnny, we have to go!
No!
I have to make my case.
I need you to take it down.
We don't have time!
Take it down.
An indictment of the former President of the United States, Abraham Lincoln, who is here in charge of the following high crimes and misdemeanors.
They say your ship was sinking, John.
One, that you did ruthlessly provoke a war between the states, which cost some 600,000 of my countrymen their lives.
Two, you started missing cues.
Two, If you did silence your critics in the north by hurling them into prison without benefit of charge, or by... Three!
They say it wasn't Lincoln, John.
Shut up!
Three!
He merely had a slew of bad reviews.
I said shut up!
Sue!
I have empty holes in my earphones!
Can you tell John?
Hold off that fire alarm!
Don't shoot him, John!
No!
I have given up my life for one act.
Do you understand?
Do not let history rob me of its meaning.
Pass on the truth, if only one can.
Please!
He said, damn you, Lincoln, you had your way.
The boys would love you, true, out of blue and gray.
The boys would love you, they used to say.
Damn you, Lincoln, and damn what they heard.
Who'd love you out of U.S.A.? ?
He said, hunt me down, smear my name.
Said I did it for fame.
What I did was kill the man who killed my country.
Now the stars belong to men.
Now this bloody war can end.
Because someone blew the diamond.
Just as Brutus blew the diamond.
He said, damn you Lincoln, you writer, you whore.
You turned your spite into civil war.
And more.
But the end doesn't mean that it's over.
The end of the week that it's over Our surrender is not the end of the week Our country is not what it was.
Where there's blood and chrome.
Our nation can never again be the hope it was.
How the bruises may never heal.
How the wounds are forever.
How he gave up the field, but was still unhealed.
How the Union can never recover from that fall, God!
I am lightning, never lava, never!
Never, never, never, no.
never the country is not one is one down my soul
if you must let my body turn to dust let it mingle with the ashes of the country let it Let them curse me to hell, lead to history to hell.
What I did, I did well, and I did for my country.
Let them cry, mercy, grace, and they will understand it later.
The country is not what it was.
Johnny, whoop with a headstrong pillow.
He didn't believe the things he said.
Some called him noble, some said yabba, but he was soft as hair.
How could you do it, Johnny?
Callin' and callin' You left a legacy of butchery and grief And we took eager leave And thought you'd get along But strangers just get jeered and hooled And people sue their graves Falling in who got mixed reviews.
Because of you, God now gets only raised.
Can you, Johnny, you pave the way.
For other madmen who make us pay.
Lots of madmen have had their say.
But only for a day.
Listen to the stories.
Hear it in the songs.
and Angry men don't write the rules and girls don't write the wrongs.
Hurts a while, but soon the country's back where it belongs.
And that's the truth.
Still and old.
Damn you fools.
Damn you fools.
Thank you to a crowd of supporters here in Miami's beautiful Bayfront Park.
Thank you.
A group of novices are pressing in around the President-Elect's car.
There's Mayor Anton Cermak of Chicago.
There's me in that shot!
I can't see!
Wait!
Mr. Roosevelt is waiting.
He's all right.
But there sure might have been hit.
The police have somebody in custody.
An immigrant.
Yusefi Zingara.
We take you now to a group of eyewitnesses who will tell us what they saw.
I see this guy squeezing by.
I catch his eye.
I say to him, where do you think you're trying to go, boy?
Oh, boy!
I say, listen, you bunch, you're not pulling that stunt.
No gentleman forces their way to the front.
And they move to the back, which he does with a grunt, which is how I say, grows a belt.
Danny!
Oh, I just, I see, I hear, I'll lose this laugh.
I feel this laugh.
I hear this laugh.
He says, he can't see.
I say, fine, he'll laugh.
But don't dip on it, which is hard.
Danny's not in the square.
He's lying on a chair.
He's pretending I'm gone.
I look, Danny's right there.
So I push with as hard as I could in the air.
I was there.
That's why he's standing back so far.
That's why he ain't in his car.
Just love me.
I was there.
Over the lefty-back, the lefty-back.
You could die, Spence.
No, Spence.
You think that I care?
No care.
No care That it is worth No good No fair Nowhere!
When I was a boy in law school, I worked in a fishmonger's shop.
His partner in strife, I sold him of land.
Ever since then, because of them, I've had sickness and discomfort.
The way I make my teeth, oh, I don't give a flubber!
I will speak to your eyes, dear Hoover, I can even force it some.
Call me Hoover, I'll be in Washington.
Wait, which kind of Washington?
We'll call for a summit in Washington.
I go down for Miami-Dale-Rosa, though.
Don't laugh!
Nobody.
No, no!
Nobody.
Men with the money.
They control it.
Tch!
Rosalinda Burr!
Now make a love difference!
You think I care who I care?
I don't care who I care!
Floating in the sea!
The crowd's breaking up when I hear these thoughts I need lost.
I thought I'd fought.
I thought I'd emerged.
My feelings were tied in knots.
Oh, I fell over.
I don't know what happened.
He said he was floating in the sea.
He said he was floating in We're better than the penny that we spent on the riverbed!
Don't you think I might let him get a closer?
I'm sorry to say he was insane.
Oh, this is my husband.
We're from Maine.
He told me to sit, but I said no, sir.
Thank you.
Plungers, many men can make a gun.
In the mines, we dig the iron.
In the mills, we forge the steel.
In machines, we curl the barrel.
Hold the trigger, shake the wheel.
We fix the saucers, men can take a gun.
And all you have to do is move your little finger, move your little finger, and you can change the world!
So I should be able to lend you your little finger, without just a little finger, and change the world!
What a wonder it was done.
What a versatile invention.
First of all, when you were done.
Everybody pays attention when you think what must be done.
Think of all that it can do.
Remove a scoundrel.
Unite a party.
Reserve the union.
Promote the sales of my book.
Ensure my future, my mission, victory!
And then, the world will see, that I am not the man to overlook!
Ha ha!
And all you have to do is squeeze your little finger, ease your little finger back, You can change the world Whatever else is through you Trust your little finger
Just a single little finger can change the world.
I got this really great gun.
Shit, where is it?
No, it's really great.
Wait, shit, where is it?
Anyway, it's just a .38.
But, it's a gun that you can make straight.
Let's draw with it.
And tell me who you are, where you stand, if one will fail, if no, not the shoe, glass will be the shoe, one, two, now that's not a shit, I haven't heard that it's not fair enough.
And all you have to do is crook your little finger, hook your little finger on it.
I shot it.
You can change the world.
Sing Simply follow through and look.
Your little finger can.
Slow them down.
One more.
Do them all.
Big and small.
Oh, the wolf, big and small, it took a little fingernail and a little.
To change the world.
I've done what many men before it's done.
Long this long before it's begun.
You've been in the mine, been in the skin, been in the machines, you've died.
For what?
Something to buy?
For what?
A suit?
A gun?
A face?
A cape?
A bomb?
A jet?
A what?
What?
What face?
He's been before him come just once more.
Oh, God's working man, born in the middle of Michigan.
Once with a thought in the rain, he ran to the Pan-American Exposition in Bumfalo.
In Bumfalo.
Sing the line, ladies and gentlemen!
The line formed here to meet the President of the United States.
Sing the line for St.
The sun must rise and shine In the USA, you can work your way To the head of the line Sing the line, ladies and gentlemen I'm born here to meet the president Of the United States Sing the line for great friends For the president's name, McKinley Troll guy, quiet man Worked out a quiet and simple plan Scroll of a morning, I'll stick and span At the camp, full of music
By the Tower of Light At the Pan-American Expedition In Buffalo, in Buffalo Amen.
Saw Bill McKinley there in the sun Heard Bill McKinley say, folks have fun Some men have everything and some have none But that's just fine In the U.S.A.
you can work your way to the head of the line.
Bigger!
Gave him a thrill.
Bigger!
Sold him a bill.
Bigger!
Who'd want to kill a man of good will like... Bigger!
Nelson, the president looked marvelous!
So proud!
Awesome!
Do you know what his favorite gift is?
It was in the paper.
Speed and fun!
I'm holding it for by, he enjoyed collecting coins.
Told Josh, angry man, said, I want you what a poor man can.
He has said there's nowhere more fitting than in the Temple of Music by the Tower of, by teaching the sound of abundance in the court of, at least it's a great Pan-American exposition in Buffalo.
In Buffalo.
Scrapped him a handkerchief, rounds his gun, said nothing wrong about what I'd done.
Some men have everything and some have none.
That's my design.
The idea of wanting mine alone, mine, and that's the sign.
In the U.S.A.
you can have, love, stay.
You can set your goals and see the day.
You're given the freedom to work your way to the head of the line.
Son of the Lord.
You are wind and water and sky.
Jodie, tell me, Jodie, how I can earn your love?
I would swim oceans, I would move mountains, I would do anything for you.
What do you want me to do?
I am unworthy of your love.
Show me, show me.
Let me prove worthy of your love.
Tell me how I can earn your love, set me free.
How can I turn your love to me?
I am nothing.
You are wind and devil and god.
You are me.
Take my blood and my body.
Let me feel fire.
Let me drink poison.
Tell me to tear my heart in two.
If that's what you want me to do.
I am not worthy of your love.
Surely not.
I have done nothing for your love.
Let me be worthy of your love.
Set me free.
I will come to save you from your life.
I would come save you from your death.
You would be sweet to me, that's right.
I would crawl down into your cell.
Baby, I'd die for you.
Baby, I'd die for you.
I will always know.
I am unworthy of your love.
Shining your eyes.
Let's be worthy of your love.
I'll find a way to earn your love.
Wait at me.
Then you will turn your love to me.
I will turn your love to me.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Don't know what to do.
PayPal, I mean you.
Yeah!
Come here and kill a president.
No shop covered bear.
One room, no one there.
PayPal, no despair.
If you want to shoot a president.
Come on and show the president.
Some guys think they can't be winners.
But pride often goes to rank beginners.
How much?
$4.50.
Ivory Johnson, $32.00.
Rubber handle, $1.00.
Oh, no, excuse me.
Hey, Tim.
Failed your test.
Dream girl, unimpressed.
Show her you're the best.
If you can shoot a president, you can get the prize with the big blue eyes.
Any little fine and those big blue eyes.
Everybody's got the right to be happy.
Don't stay mad, life's not as bad as it seems.
If you keep your goal in sight, you can climb to any heights.
Everybody's got the right to their dreams.
Deal.
Yes, sir.
Deal.
You wait your turn.
Hey, watch it now!
No violence!
Hey, fella, feel like you're a fail, you're bail upon your tail, your wife run off for goods.
See?
Fella, feel misunderstood, come here and tell the president.
Oh, thank you!
Not at all, sir.
Oh, what's that all for, boss?
A dish of rum, each slobber with your tummy.
This'll bring you some relief.
Here, I gave her some ale, a cool excuse.
Yeah, you can eat tonight.
Anything you want, I'm on site.
You'll get it right!
Only eight bucks!
Shoot for anything you want!
Everybody's got the right to be different.
Even though it's time to go to extremes.
Aim for what you want to love.
Everybody gets a shot.
Everybody's got the rights of their dreams Yo, baby, looking for a thrill, the Ferris wheel is that way No, baby, this requires skill.
Okay, you'll wanna give it a try.
Geez, lady, give the guy from room the bumper, cause of that way.
Please, lady, don't forget the dancing low boom.
Hey, yeah, look who's here.
Thank you.
There's our pioneer.
Hey chief, loud and clear.
Everybody's got the right to be happy.
This ain't enough, it's not as tough as it seems.
Don't be scared, you won't prevail.
Everybody's free to fail.
No one can be put in jail for their dreams.
Free country.
Make your dreams come true.
Be a scholar.
Make your dollars.
Free country.
Means they're listening to you.
Dream and holler.
Grab them by the collar.
Free country.
Means you don't have to sit.
That's it.
And put up with the shit.
Everybody got your right.
It's a sunshine.
Everybody.
Not the sun, but maybe one of its feet.
This man, woman, life's a life.
If you're at home, then you're right.
Everybody jump all night.
Your dream.
Everybody jump all night.
To the dream.
Lordy, I am so glad.
I am going to the Lordy.
Glory, hallelujah.
Glory, hallelujah.
I am going to the Lord.
Come all ye Christians and learn from a sinner.
Thank you.
Charlie Guitard.
Found and determined he'd wind up a winner.
Charlie had dreams that he wouldn't let go.
Said nothing to it, I want it, I'll do it, I'm Charles J. Guiteau.
Charlie Guiteau, never said never or heard the word no.
Faced with disaster, his heart would beat faster, his smile would just grow.
And he said Look on the bright side Look on the bright side.
Kick on the right side of the Lord.
This is the land of opportunity.
He is the lightning you can store.
Wait till you see tomorrow.
Tomorrow you'll get your reward.
You can be sad or you can be president.
Look on the bright side.
I am going to the Lord's Eve Charlie could throw through a crowd to Israel Led them in prayer.
And I killed Garfield, I'll make no denial.
I was just acting for someone up there.
He was all my employer, and now he's my lawyer.
So do what you dare.
Charlie said, hell, if I am guilty then God is as well.
But God was acquitted and Charlie committed until he could hang.
Still he said... Look on the bright side, not on the black side.
Get off your backside, shine those shoes.
This is your golden opportunity.
You are the lightning and you're new.
Wait till you see tomorrow.
Tomorrow you won't be ignored.
You could be pirate, could be president, but on the bright side... I am going to the Lordy.
Charlie Goodscoe had a crowd at the Sapphire Mizzle Slam.
So many people that tickets were raffled.
Shine on, did you?
Charlie mounted the stair.
Said, never sorrow.
Just wait till tomorrow.
Today isn't fair.
Don't despair.
Look on the bright side!
Look on the bright side!
Get on the right side!
Of the... I am going to the Lordy!
I am so glad!
I am going to the Lordy!
I am so glad!
I have unified my party!
I have saved my country!
I shall be remembered!
I am going to the Lord.
Look on the bright side, not on the sad side.
Inside the bad side, something's good.
This is your golden opportunity.
You've been a preacher.
That's what I am.
You've been an author.
That's what I am.
You've been a killer.
That's what I am.
You could be an angel.
Yes, I could.
Don't wait until tomorrow.
Tomorrow they'll all sign the war.
What if you never got to be president?
You'll be remembered.
Look on the bright side.
Trusting tomorrow and the Lord.
Trusting tomorrow and the Lord.
I love you.
I did it to bring down the government of Abraham Lincoln and avenge her rabid son.
I did it to prove to her my everlasting love.
I did it because my belly was on the fire.
I did it to preserve the union and promote the sale of my book.
I did it so my friends would know where I was coming from.
Where's my pride?
I did it because no one cared about the poor man.
I did it so I'd know where I was coming from.
I want my prize.
I did it so the bosses made my belly burn.
I did it so she'd pay attention.
For it has a place to come from, it's not a place to go.
Don't I get a prize?
I did it so they said I'd be a rat in order to laugh.
I did it so they'd suffer in the North, the way they suffer in the South.
I didn't earn a fucking prize.
I did it so they'd be tired of telling me what to do when they see me on TV.
I did it to save the world.
Where's my prize?
I did it to make people laugh at me.
Because you would take my boss's life!
He does nothing but desire!
I want my boss!
Nobody wants to die!
You've been mean and cold.
You just shed a little blood.
And a lot of people shed a lot of tears.
You made a little moment and you stirred a little mud.
But it didn't fix the stomach and you trumped your final blood.
And it didn't help the workers and it didn't heal the country.
And it didn't make them listen and they never said we're sorry.
Yeah, it's never gonna happen, is it?
No, sir!
Never!
No, we're never gonna get the prize!
No, what do you mean?
Are we?
Never!
No, it's time to make a bit of difference, doesn't it?
Never!
It can be what you choose, from a mailman to a president.
There are prizes all around, if you're wise enough to see.
The delivery boys on waltz, and the usher at sarasa.
Right, it's never gonna happen, is it?
Isn't it so bad?
No, we'll never see the day of rise And it's over We'll be over Never No one's ever gonna even care if we're alive Are they hidden?
Pray the word They're alive So come on, listen, listen, listen There's another national anthem playing Not the one you cheer at the ballpark Where's my prize?
It's the Father National Anthem, say it if you want to hear.
It says bullshit.
It says never.
It says sorry, loud and clear.
It says listen, to the tune that keeps sounding in the distance, on the outside coming through the ground.
To the heart that go on counting to the stumps Getting louder every year Listen to the sound We're the other national anthem Hope the ones that can't get in Listen to the ballpark Thank you.
We're the best!
There's another national anthem for those who never win.
For the suckers!
For the fighters!
For the ones who might never win!
There are those who love regretting.
There are those who like extreme.
There are those who try much payoff and despair.
There are all those people getting in all the countries of our dreams.
People listen.
And the mailman won the lottery.
They may not want to hear it, but they listen once they think it's all about a game.
And you need not to read the rap score.
They may not understand all the words, all the things they hear, the music.
They hear the screaming.
I got you.
They hear the songs.
They hear the drums.
You've forgotten about the fun.
Some of them run.
Some of them scream.
You've now forgotten you.
You know why I did it?
I've never been any better for it.
Where's my crime?
And you forgot.
What's my crime?
That we can't hear.
What is a lie?
There is a place where you can make the lie come true.
Print the words.
If you try.
Gotta print the words.
That's all you have to do.
What's all you have to do?
Well, there's another national anthem.
And I think it must be dance in the ballpark.
Let that bar.
Like the other national anthem.
Send to each and every band.
If we can do what you want to.
If you do the things you can, you gotta try again.
Like the day to day.
You gotta keep on crying every day.
Let me get a car.
Let me get discouraged.
Let me get a car.
Sure, the mailman won the lottery.
Let me get a car.
That was the Blue Ridge Boys from Heartache Serenade.
And now we take you live to KZEA.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I was just browsing.
But please, carry on with whatever you... Is that the right time?
Yes.
I don't know what's the matter with this watch.
Excuse me for a moment.
Speaking to you from Love Field, where the President's plane has just touched down and is taxiing toward us across the tarmac.
We understand the President plans to speak to...
Darius Marina, today I end my life so that your life can begin.
Last night... I'm sorry, is that your note?
Fuck you!
We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot here.
It's my fault, I shouldn't have said that.
You're not going, are you?
Come on, I didn't mean it.
Alec.
What did you call me?
Alec.
You used to like that nickname back in Minsk.
Marina said Lee sounded Chinese, so she called you Alec.
Of course, I don't have to call you Alec.
I just... How do you know what Marina called me?
I know lots about you, Lee.
Let's see.
Born in New Orleans, October 18, 1939.
Father, Robert.
Died before your birth.
Crazy mother, Marguerite.
Dropped out of school at 17, joined the Marines.
Court-martialed twice.
Defected to the Soviet Union, October 1959.
Defected back, June 1962.
Married Marina Nikolaevna.
Two children, June and Rachel.
Current employment, stock boy.
Takes a school book depository, Dallas, Texas.
Oh, and this morning, depressed over your estrangement from a wife who views you as a dismal and pathetic failure, you rose before dawn, kissed your sleeping children, put your last hundred dollars and your wedding ring into a demitasse cup, which Marina's mother gave you for a wedding present, and came here to kill yourself.
Who are you?
I'm your friend, see?
I don't have any friends.
Yes, you do.
You just haven't met them yet.
Show me your badge.
My what?
You bastards think you're so smart.
I know my rights.
You try to interrogate me in my place of business, I can sue you for harassment.
Ah, you think I'm with the FBI?
I have a right to see your badge.
Search me lady, you think I got a badge?
Come on, search me.
FBI?
You really love those morons, don't you?
Hell, why wouldn't you?
No one else cares if you live or die.
Those guys can't get enough of you.
How was your day, Lee?
Sell any secrets to the Soviets?
Sabotage any defense plans?
Kick off your shoes?
Tell us all about it?
Fuck you, whoever you are.
I'm sorry, Lee.
This is so sad.
I mean, it's all you ever wanted, isn't it?
Someone who won't leave you alone.
Someone who wants to hear about your day.
Someone, anyone.
Your mother.
Mother Russia.
The Marines.
Your wife, Marina.
Attention must be paid.
What's that mean?
It's from a plane.
About a salesman, a man very much like you, Lee.
Independent, proud, a decent man who tries and tries but never gets a break.
So he does something dumb.
When things go really sour, when he realizes that his whole life has been a failure built on lies, he kills himself.
And when he's dead, his wife stands at his grave and says, attention must be paid.
She has to beg the world to pay attention to this poor misguided nobody.
Tell you something, Lee, I'm an actor, and I'm a good one.
But Willie Loman is a part that I could never play.
And I don't think that you should play it either.
I don't know what you're talking about.
What do you want, Lee?
You know so much.
Why don't you tell me?
You want what everybody wants.
To be appreciated.
To be valued.
To be in other people's thoughts.
For them to think of you and smile.
You want somebody to love you, Lee.
Right?
Isn't that it?
Lee?
Yes.
Forget it.
What?
It's never gonna happen.
It's a fantasy.
You've got to give it up.
I'm gonna kill myself.
Don't you think I've given it up?
No, I think you're gonna kill yourself because you think that's how to get it.
When I'm dead, then they'll be sorry.
When I'm dead, they'll know how much they love me.
When you close your eyes, you probably see the funeral, don't you, Lee?
A gentle rain is falling.
Everybody has umbrellas.
Shut up!
There's Marina, weeping quietly.
Her sobbing children clutching at her skirt.
Your mom, your dad, every boss who ever fired you.
Shut the fuck up!
Sorry, Lee.
It's just so childish.
It's so dumb.
You think it's dumb?
If I shouldn't kill myself, then what should I do?
Go home?
Beg her to take me back?
Plead with her?
Beat her up?
You tried all that.
It doesn't work.
I know it doesn't work.
So tell me what I should do.
You should kill the President of the United States.
What?
His plane landed at the airport 15 minutes ago.
He's coming into town to make a speech.
His motorcade is going to go right past this window.
When it does, you shoot him.
You're nuts.
Maybe I am.
So what?
I didn't come here to shoot the President.
He didn't come here to get shot.
All your life you've been a victim, Lee.
A victim of indifference and neglect.
Of your mother's scorn, your wife's contempt, of Soviet stupidity, American injustice.
You finally had enough, so how are you planning to get even?
By becoming your own victim?
I am not a murderer.
Who said you were?
You just said I should kill the President, Lee.
When you kill a President, it isn't murder.
Murder is a tawdry little crime.
It's born of grief, of lust, of liquor.
Adulterers and shopkeepers get murdered.
But when a President gets killed, When Julius Caesar got killed, he was assassinated.
And the man who did it, Brutus, ah, you know his name?
Brutus assassinated Caesar, what, 2,000 years ago?
And he is a high school dropout with a $1.25 an hour job in Dallas, Texas, who knows who he was.
And they say fame is fleeting.
This is stupid, up here on the sixth floor.
What would I do, throw school books at him?
What's in the package?
What package?
The package that you brought to work.
What's in it?
Curtain rods.
Are you sure?
Sure, I'm sure.
Marina wanted me to take them.
That's a manly kakakana, 6.5mm.
Stopping range 900 yards.
The sight's already been adjusted.
Who are you?
My name is John Wills Boothley.
John Wills Booth got Abraham Lincoln.
Attention has been paid.
All your life you wanted to be part of something, Lee.
You're finally going to get your wish.
What is this?
A past you've never had.
The future you've abandoned.
It's called history, Lee!
My name is Charles Guiteau.
I assassinated President James Sorrowfield.
Rayon Zoghaib.
William McKinney.
Sam Vick.
I'm going to try to kill Dick Vick.
John Hickley.
Ronald Reagan.
M'nigma.
Sarah Jane Moore.
Gerald Gorge.
Lungatus.
Anthony Adams.
I don't get this.
It's simple, Lee.
You're going to bring us back and make it possible.
We're in your debt, old boy.
This one's for you, babe.
Come on!
What are you doing?
Get the hell out of here.
No.
I know things are happening kind of fast here, but you can't leave now.
No, watch me.
No, you have a responsibility here, Lee.
Do you?
Yes!
I'm responsible to me and to no one else.
Not anymore, Lee.
Fifty years from now, they'll still be arguing about the grassy knoll, the mob here, some Cuban krauts behind a stockade fence.
But this, right here, right now, this is the real conspiracy.
And you're a part of it.
Get out of my way.
Listen to me, Lee.
You have to do this now.
You won't get another chance.
So?
So what?
So I'll do something else.
I'll shoot my wife.
I'll shoot my kids.
I won't shoot anyone!
Who cares?
He wants to know who cares.
I care!
You stupid fool!
We all care!
Haven't you been listening for Christ's sake?
Are you such a vapid, vacuous, nonentity?
You can close the New York Stock Exchange.
Shut down the pool in Indonesia.
In Florence, Italy, a woman will leap from the Duomo clutching a picture of your victim and cursing your name.
Your wife will weep.
His wife will weep.
The world will weep.
Grief!
Grief beyond imagining.
Bear!
The death of innocence and hope.
The bitter burdens which you bear.
The bitter truth you carry in your heart.
You can share them with the world.
You have the power of Pandora's Box.
See?
Open it.
I do.
We're your family.
I admire.
Are you certain?
Make us proud of you.
We're your family.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Don't be mad, life's not as bad as it seems.
If you keep your cool inside, you can love the way you like.
Everybody's got the right to their dreams.
Everybody's got the right to be different.
If you want to be.
Even though at times they go to extremes.
Go to extremes!
Anybody can prevail!
Everybody's free to fail!
No one can be put in jail for their dreams!
Free countries!
In the U.S.A.
it's free of charge!
Make a dollar!
Breathe, breathe, get the voice.
Get even holler, we're all the kind of fun.
Breathe, breathe, need to get to connect. Connect!
It means the right to inspect that we'll have an effect that we're gonna connect.
Connect! Connect! Connect!
Everybody's got the right to come to sunshine.
Touch, touch, touch, touch, Maybe one of it's me!
One of it's me!
Rinse, pat, pour, then whack the mic!
Everybody get the mic!
Everybody chuckle like it's your thing!
Everybody trust a light to their dreams.
Ladies and gentlemen, you've been listening to episode number five in our continuing series on the life, the presidency, and the assassination of Josephine.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
What you heard tonight certainly brought home the insanity and the absolute horror of any assassination.
The assassination of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy literally destroyed the political will of this nation, and those who were alive on that fateful day, November the 22nd, 1963, I still feel, even now, as if someone had shoved a hot poker through their heart.
I don't believe anyone who was present on that day has ever fully recovered from the shock and the horror and the shattered innocence that was once America.
I sincerely apologize if anyone was offended by any of the language in this presentation, and I must tell you that I did not know that this presentation included that language, or I probably would not have presented it.
However, once it was playing and we were committed into this hour, I had a decision.
I could either cut in and stop it or let it go.
Because of the need of the American people to understand how absolutely terrible this act was, I made the decision to let it go.
Only time will tell if that was the right decision, and once again, I sincerely apologize to anyone who may have been offended.
However, I hope that the point has come through to all of you that humanity must mature.
We cannot go into the future as we have lived in the past.
We must learn from these tragedies, these mistakes, these horrors, from the Oklahoma cities, and the New York trade centers, and the John F. Kennedy assassinations, and the Bosnias, and the criminality that infects our government today.
There will be no knight in shining order riding on a white horse that will come to rescue us.
There are no benevolent space brothers, ladies and gentlemen, and God helps those who help themselves.
And God bless each and every single one of you. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.
Some say love is a river that draws the tangerine.
Some say love is a razor that draws the tangerine.
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love is a hunger An endless saving I say love is a hunger And you, it's only seed.
And you, it's only me It's the heart of such tears as great I've never heard It's the dream afraid of waiting.
It's the dream of freedom waiting.
God never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken.
And the soul, afraid of dying,
We'll never learn to live When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long
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