Holmes. Holmes. Holmes. Holmes. 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 of the presidency. Well, let me explain what's going on here. We finally got some equipment fixed, 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. 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. Doesn't stop the story. Johnny, the story's pretty strong. Doesn't change the song. Johnny Booth was a handsome devil. Got up in his veins and fancy silks. Had him a temper but kept it level. Everybody called him wits. Why did you do it, Johnny? Nobody agrees. You who had everything. What made you bring a nation to its knees? Some say it was your voice that gun. Some say it was booze. Some say you killed the country, John, because of bad reviews. Johnny lived with the grist and glitter. Kind of like the lies he did on stage. Died in a born in pain and bitter. Twenty-seven years of age. What did you do it, Johnny? Throw it all away. Why did you do it, boy? That could destroy the pride and joy of Illinois. But all the USA. Your brother made you challenge, John. You couldn't fill his shoes. But that's the reason, Tanner's gone. Along with that, you. They're coming. They'll be here any minute. I need your help. I've got to write this. I can't hold the pen. Johnny, they found us. We've got to get out of here. Until I finish this. Johnny! No! Have you seen these papers? Do you know what they're calling them? A common cut for a hide of castle. This one says I'm mad. We must have been mad to think we could kill a 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. I think I did it for a bag of gold or in some kind of rabid fish. 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 was here in charge with 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 trial. Three, they say it wasn't Lincoln, John. Shut up. Three, he merely had a slew of bad reviews. I said shut up. Two, I have 50 holes in our air, folks. Keep your guns up. Hold up, let's fire in the bars. Don't shoot, I'm coming out. 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. You're the only one who can. Please. He said, damn you, Lincoln, you had your way. The blood you drew out of blue and red. Oh, you know you're the only thing. He said, damn you, Lincoln, and damn what they do. You grew the youth out of USA. He said, damn you, Lincoln. Now the suffering of the land we met. Now this bloody war can end. Because someone flew the diamond. Just as proof as flew the diamond. He said, damn you, Lincoln. You righteous war. How far did you turn your fight into civil war? Volkshoofism. People. So. Can you rather have proud of your home? They'll hear you. And the stuff of the land, say, damn you, Jielle. They have  soldier of the continent. So. Youihi-定, you know you read them on Caroline, you're the only thing. However, God, I feel. I feel one of the things that it's over. All of the things that it's over. I shall surrender. I can другGames say, damn you. Even death, is a joyful, overwhelm. So. I'll listen to the people of the world. How the country is not what it was Where there's blood in trouble How the nation can never again We will hope that it was How the bruises may never be healed How the wounds are forever How we gave up the deal But we still won't heal How the union can never recover From that hunger I am blinding, nigger lover Never, never, never, never No, the country is not what it was Damn my soul, if you must Let my body turn to dust Let it mingle with the ashes of the country Let them curse me to hell Lead to history to hell What I did, I did well And I did it for my country Let them cry dirty grace But they will understand it later The country is not what it was Johnny Pooke was a headstrong fella He didn't even believe what things he said Some called the noble, some said yalla What he was talking said How could you do it, Johnny? Call into the court You left the legacy of butchery and reasonery Took eagerly And thought you'd get a flaw But traders just get jeered and booze That did to their graves While Lincoln, who got mixed reviews Because of you, John, now gets only raised Can you, John, you pave the way For other madmen to make us pay Lots of madmen have had their say But only for a day Listen to the stories Hear it in the songs Angry men don't write the rules And don't don't write the wrongs Hurt so wild but soon the country's Back where it belongs And that's the truth Still and all Damn you fool Damn you fool The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End The End 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 I got this really great gun Shit where is it? No one's really great Wait Shit where is it? 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He didn't love Michigan, walked with a thought and a way he ran To the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, in Buffalo. Saw all of a sudden how things were run, set times away since 1901. Some men have everything, some have fun, so 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 be the President of the United States. Sing the line for great fans for the President's name, much easier. Troll guy, quiet man, worked at a quiet and simple plan. Scroll of a morning, I'll stick and span to the temple of music by the Tower of Light at the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, in Buffalo. 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 USA, you can work your way to the head of the line. Big man! Gave him a thrill. Big man! Sold him a bill. Big man! Who'd want to kill a man of goodwill like? Big man! Doesn't the President look marvelous, so round and possible? Do you know what his favorite gift is? It was in the paper. Please! I'm holding it very time. He enjoys collecting coins. Troll Josh, angry man, said, I will do what a poor man can. Yes, there's nowhere more fitting than in the temple of music by the Tower of Light in the fountain of abundance and the court of belief that the great Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, in Buffalo. Raps in a handkerchief, rounds his gun, said nothing wrong about what I've done. Some men have everything and some have none. That's my design. The idea of one, mine alone, but mine. And that's the sign. In the U.S. day, you can have your stay. You can set your goals and see the change. You're given the freedom, you work your way. The head of the line. The head of the line. The head of the line. The head of the line. The head of the line. The head of the line. Jody. Tell me, Jody, 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. Jody, Jody. Jody, let me prove worthy of your love. I am unworthy 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 winged and devil and God. I am unworthy of your love. You are winged and devil and God. I am unworthy of your love. I am unworthy of your love. I am unworthy of your love. All in my love. All in my love. All in my love. Let me feel fire. Let me drink poison. Tell me to tear my heart into you. If that's what you want me to do. I am unworthy of your love. I am unworthy of your love. I am unworthy of your love. You are winged and devil and God. I have done nothing for your love. Let me be worthy of your love. Let me be worthy of your love. Set me free. I will come save you from your life. I will come save you from your death. If you would be queen to me that's life. I will crawl down in your love. Baby, I die for you. Baby, I love my love. I will always know. I am unworthy of your love. Shining eyes. Let me be worthy of your love. I will find a way to earn your love. Wait and see. Then you will turn your love to me. You will turn your love to me. You will turn your love to me. You will turn your love to me. You will turn your love. You will turn your love to me. You will turn my love. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Hey, pal, stealing blues Don't know what to do Hey, pal, I mean you Yeah, come here and kill the president No job covered bare One room, no one there Hey, pal, no despair You want to shoot a president Come on and shoot a president Some guys think they can't be winners The drive often goes to rank beginners How much? $4.50 Iver Johnson, $32 Rubber handles Owl 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 fight with those big blue eyes Everybody's got the right to be happy Don't say 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 feet Deal, Mr. I said, deal You win your car I was going to Hey, watch it now No violence Hey, fella Feel like you're a failure Fail upon your tail Your wife run off for good Hey, fella Feel misunderstood Come here and kill the president Okay What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong? What's a bitch? A grummy slumber Witcher Tommy This'll bring you some relief Here and give us some hail A cool and sheep Yeah You can be right Anything you want I can say You can be right Only eight bucks You 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 Everybody gets a shot Everybody's got the right to their dreams Yo, baby, looking for a thrill The Ferris wheel is that way No, baby This requires skill Okay You'll want to give it a try Gee, lady Give the guy from Room The bumper cover That way Please, lady Don't forget the guns To go boom Hey, gang Look who's here There's our pioneer Hey, chief Blah and clear Everybody's got the right to be happy Say 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 Ring for dreams Make your dreams And come true Be a scholar Make your dollars Ring for dreams Means they listen to you Dream and holler Grab a mother Call her Free for dreams Means you don't have to sit That's it And put up with us Everybody's got the right to come Sunshine Everybody Talk to the sun But maybe one of them Be Rich man, poor man, black or white If you're that, don't take your right Everybody Everybody Jump on tight In your dreams Everybody's got the right To the dreams Glory, hallelujah Glory, hallelujah I am so glad I am going to the Lord Glory, hallelujah Glory, hallelujah I am going to the Lord Come all ye Christians And learn from a sinner Charlie gets told 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. Gatto Charlie Gatto Never said never Or heard the word no Faced with disaster His heart would be Factor His smile would just grow And he'd say 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 life thing you have stored 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 Charlie Gatto Gatto Gatto Gatto Gatto Israel Led them in prayer And I killed Garfield All faith No denial I was just acting For someone up there Lost my employer And now he's my lawyer So do what you dare Charlie He said hell If I am guilty Then God is as well But God was acquitted And Charlie committed Until he stood hang But still he sang Look on the bright side Not on the black side Get off your back I know you 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 pyrus You could be president But I'm a bright side I am going to the Lordy Charlie Gatto Had a crowd at the scaffold I am So glad So many people That tickets were raffled Shine on your shoes Charlie Mounted the stair Said never sorrow Just wait till tomorrow Today isn't fair Don't you spare Look on the bright side Look on the bright side Look on the bright side Sit 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 I have unified My party I have saved My country I shall be Remembered I am going to the Lordy Look on the bright side 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 have You've been an author That's what I have You've been a killer That's what I have You could be an angel That's what I call it Don't wait until tomorrow Tomorrow's a long time of war What if you never got to be present You'll be remembered Look on the bright side Trust in tomorrow And the Lord мех coming from the MacBook CMD Monsterisseurs ense I did it to bring down the government of Abraham Lincoln, the men who ravaged us. I did it to prove to her my everlasting love. I did it to make them listen to Charlie. I did it because my belly was on the fire. I did it to preserve the union and promote the fail 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 woman's faith. I did it so I know where I was coming from. I want my pride. I did it because the bosses made my belly burn. I did it because we pay attention. So I had the place to come from. I'm not late to go. Don't I get a pride? I did it because they said I'd be. I'm not the North of Black. I did it because they suffered in the North the way they suffered in the South. I did it because they were fucking pride. I did it to make them desire. I'm telling you to do it. You're the idiot. You're the idiot. You're the idiot. Where's my pride? I did it to make people listen. Because you wouldn't take my first call. What about my pride? Because nothing's stopping the fire. I want my pride. Nobody wants to die. You didn't mean a nickel. You just shed a little blood. And a lot of people shed a lot of tears. Yes, you made a little moment. And you stirred a little mud. But it didn't fix the stomach. And you drunk 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 going to happen, is it? No, sir. Never. No, we're never going to get the prize. No, what do you mean? Are we never? No, it doesn't make a bit of difference. Doesn't it? It's never fucking. That's all right. That's my pride. It was heard on the news. Where the mailman won the lottery. Goes to show when you lose. What you do is try again. You 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 boards on Waltz. And the archerettes on the side. It's never going to happen, is it? Is it? No, man. No, we'll never see the day arrive. And the world. We'll be close forever. No one's ever going to even care if we're alive. Are they given the word? They're alive. Listen, listen, listen. There's another national anthem playing. Not the one you cheer at the ballpark. Who's with my pride? It's the father national anthem saying it you want to hear. It says bullshit. It says never. It says sorry. Loud and clear. It says listen. To the tune that you're sounding in the distance. On the outside coming to the ground. To the heart. To go on counting. To the sound. Getting louder every year. Listen to the sound. Where the other national anthem folks. The ones that can't get in to the ballpark. And the wind. There's another national anthem. Hope for those who never win. For the Tigers. For the Tigers. For the ones who might have been. There are those who love regretting. There are those who like extreme. There are those who drive on chaos and despair. There are those who keep forgetting. All the countries of untrue. People listen. And the mailman won the lottery. They may not. Once they hear it. But they listen. Once they think it's gone. It's not again. And they're not the record of the song. They may not understand. All the words. All the things. They hear the music. They hear the scream. They hear the song. They hear the drum. They've forgotten about the fun song. Some of the drums. Some of the drums. Some of the drums. They've now forgotten you. You know why I did it? Because there isn't any fan of applause. Where's my friend? Have you forgot? What's my friend? Have we been here? Find it in the light. There's a place where you can make the life come true. Friends of the world. If you try. Got it. Friends of the world. That's all you have to do. That's all you have to do. That's all you have to do. Well, there's another national anthem. And I think it does begin. In the ballpark. It's a bar. Let the other national anthem. Send to each and every band. If we can do what you want to. Let you do the things you can. You're going to try again. Like you didn't say. You're going to keep on trying every day. But you've got a guy. But you've got a guy. You've got a guy. I'll get discouraged. Get away. I'll get off. I'll get you. Don't say. You've got a hundred. You've got a guy. You've got a guy. You've got a guy. You've got a guy. Sure, the mailman won the lottery. The End The End 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 towards us across the tarmac. We understand the President plans to speak to... Dear 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 up on the wrong foot here. It's my fault I shouldn't have just bought it. You're not going, are you? Come on, I didn't mean to... Alec. Alec. What did you call me? Alec. You used to like that nickname back in Mints. 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 a lot 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 Nicolajna. Two children, June and Rachel. Current employment, stock boy. Texas 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, Lee. I don't have any friends. Yes, you do. You just haven't met them yet. Show me your badge. A what? You bastards think you're so smart. I know my rights. You're trying to interrogate me in my place of business. I can sue you for harassment. Ah, you think I'm with FBI. I have a right to see your badge. Search me, Lee. 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 play. 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. I'll 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. Well, that's never going to happen. It's a fantasy. You've got to give it up. I'm going to kill myself. Don't you think I've given it up? No, I think you're going to 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'll probably see the funeral, don't you, Lee? A gentle rain is falling. Everybody has umbrellas. Shut up. There's Marina weeping quietly. You're 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? Be here 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, literal crime. It's born of greed or lust or 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 $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 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 man like a cock anus. 6.5 millimeter. Stopping range, 900 yards. The sight's already been adjusted. Who are you? My name is John Wills Booth, Lee. John Wills Booth shot 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 never had. The future you'd abandoned. It's called history, Lee. My name is Charles Guiteau. I assassinated President James Garfield. Today I'm so much. William McKinney. Sam Vick. I'm going to try to kill Dick Nixon. John Hickley. Ronald Reagan. My name is Sarah Jane Moore. Gerald Ford. I'm got it. It's the other. I don't get this. It's simple, Lee. You're going to bring this back. I'm going to make it possible. We're in your death, old boy. This butt's for you, babe. Bravo! Yes! What are you doing? Get the hell out of here. No. I'm going to do it. No. Lee, I know things are happening kind of fast. But you can't leave now. No? Watch me. No, you have a responsibility here, Lee. So, do you? Yeah, 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 mafia, some Cuban crouts 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. Have you been listening, for Christ's sake? Have you such a vapid, vacuous nut in this? 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 leap. His wife will leap. The world will leap. Reef. Reef beyond imagination. Bear. The death of innocence and hope. The bitter burdens which you bear. The bitter truths you carry in your heart. You can share them with the world. You have the power of Pandora's box. See? Open it. Open it. I am you. We are your family. We are your family. We must listen to a Damon. We must listen to a Damon. We are your family. We must hang out withem. We must hang out withem. 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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. 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