Page 1
Panel 1. Establishing shot of old time street. Ulysses Grant loads a carriage.
LINCOLN (O.P.)
Grant! Grant, wait up!
Panel 2. Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln join Grant as he's loading his last things into the carriage, his wife already inside.
LINCOLN
Grant, are you leaving? I thought we were all going to the play tonight.
GRANT
Oh, right. Here's the thing... Uh, my wife's not feeling well.
Panel 3.
MRS. LINCOLN
Julia? Oh, you do look pale.
MRS. GRANT (whisper)
Hmph.
Panel 4.
LINCOLN (whisper to Grant)
Don't do this to me, dude. I don't wanna have to invite Rathbone.
Panel 5.
MRS. LINCOLN
Ugh. That fiancé of his, Ms. Harris. "Engaged," indeed.
MRS. GRANT
Hmph!
Panel 6.
GRANT
Sorry, Abe. We're headed out.
Page 2
Panel 1. Spangler rushes into the front room of Mary Surratt's boardinghouse, addressing a group of already assembled conspirators.
SPANGLER
Holy shit, you guys! I just found out... Lincoln and Grant are gonna be at Ford's tonight!
Panel 2.
BOOTH
Whoa.
ARNOLD
Are we gonna try to kidnap him again?
Panel 3.
BOOTH
Nah, I'm getting pretty bored with that plan.
Panel 4.
HEROLD
What, then?
BOOTH
I'm gonna blow his fucking head off.
ARNOLD
I'm out.
Panel 5.
MARY SURRATT
Booth! Watch your language in my house.
BOOTH
Oh. Sorry, ma'am.
Panel 6.
MARY SURRATT
Do kill him, though. I'm into that.
Page 3
Panel 1.
BOOTH
OK, look. I'll take Lincoln. Powell wants Secretary Seward. Don't ask me why. Davey will keep an eye on him.
Panel 2.
BOOTH
Now, who's gonna kill the vice president?
ATZERODT and SPANGLER
...
Panel 3.
BOOTH
I also need someone to hold my horse.
SPANGLER
Dibs.
ATZERODT
Dibs... Dammit.
Panel 4.
BOOTH
All right, then. George, Johnson is all yours.
ATZERODT
I need a drink.
Panel 5.
BOOTH
C'mon, guys. Let's do this shit. We're gonna be famous.
Panel 6.
HEROLD
You're already famous.
BOOTH
I know. It's awesome.
Page 4
Panel 1. The Lincolns enter the theater.
LINCOLN
Ah, Major Rathbone.
MRS. LINCOLN
Hello, Clara. Holding hands, I see. Not afraid of what people will think?
CLARA HARRIS (whisper)
Hmph...
Panel 2.
LINCOLN
Already took the closer seats? OK, I guess the president will have to sit back here by the door.
Panel 3. The play, already in progress, continues on stage.
LAURA KEENE
Oh! Goodness! Our American cousin sure is crass!
SOTHERN (whisper)
Laura, you're going off script again.
LAURA KEENE
My! Goodness!
Panel 4. Booth enters the balcony box and sneaks up behind Lincoln.
MRS. LINCOLN
Do you want to hold hands?
LINCOLN
Quiet, woman. I'm missing the dialogue.
Panel 5.
SOTHERN
Shuttup, you old bitch!
Panel 6. Booth shoots the president.
AUDIENCE (O.P.)
Ha ha ha!
RATHBONE
Holy hell!
Page 5
Panel 1. Booth rushes Rathbone.
RATHBONE
Help! A handsome man is attacking me!
MRS. LINCOLN
My husband is dead!
RATHBONE
Very, very handsome.
Panel 2. Booth stabs Rathbone in the arm.
BOOTH
Outta of the way, man. I'm in a hurry here.
Panel 3. Booth leaps from the balcony.
AUDIENCE (O.P.)
Gasp!
Panel 4. Booth lands hard, breaking his left ankle.
BOOTH
Sic...
SFX
Snap!
BOOTH
Ah, shit!
Panel 5. Booth brandishes his derringer at center stage.
BOOTH
Sic Semper Tyrannis!
SOTHERN (O.P.)
What?
BOOTH
It's Latin, asshole! It's totally classy!
Panel 6. The actors react as Booth rushes backstage.
LAURA KEENE
My! Goodness! It's! Terrible!
BOOTH (O.P.)
Move it! I'm an actor!
Page 6
Panel 1. The furor not having yet reached the stables, the employees are calm.
SPANGLER
Peanut, get over here.
PEANUT
Yes, Mr. Spangler?
Panel 2. Spangler thrusts the reigns of Booth's horse into Peanut's hands.
SPANGLER
Hold this a minute.
PEANUT
I have other duties, sir.
SPANGLER
I'll give you a peppermint.
Panel 3. Booth reaches the stable.
Panel 4. Booth leaps onto the horse.
PEANUT
Mr. Booth. I have your horse.
Panel 5. Booth kicks Peanut to the ground as he speeds off on horseback.
BOOTH
Thanks, nerd.
Panel 6. The scene now still, Peanut is seated on the hay-strewn floor, recovering.
PEANUT
Can I have my peppermint now, sir?
SPANGLER
No.
Page 7
Panel 1. Powell and Herold approach the Seward house on horseback.
HEROLD
How are you going to get in?
POWELL
Huh?
Panel 2.
HEROLD
Sigh. OK, tell them you are a messenger from Dr. Verdi with medicine for Secretary Seward. I'll being hiding around the corner.
POWELL
Got it.
Panel 3. Powell approaches the house and knocks on the door.
BUTLER
Yes?
POWELL
I'm Secretary Seward.
BUTLER
No, you're not.
Panel 4.
POWELL
I'm a doctor.
BUTLER
You look like a murderer.
POWELL
I'm a murdering doctor.
Panel 5.
BUTLER
One moment, please.
Panel 6. Powell knocks the butler out.
Page 8
Panel 1. Powell proceeds up the stairs, where he encounters Frederick Seward.
FREDERICK
Who are you?
POWELL
Nobody.
Panel 2.
FREDERICK
Are you here to murder my father?
POWELL
Um...
FREDERICK
Get out of my house.
Panel 3. Powell aims his pistol in Frederick's face at close range.
FREDERICK
Oh boy.
Panel 4. Powell pulls the trigger, but it misfires.
SFX
Tik.
Panel 5. Powell looks at the gun, confused.
Panel 6. Powell bashes Frederick in the head with the handle of the gun.
Page 9
Panel 1. Upstairs, Powell knocks on the bedroom door.
Panel 2. Fanny answers.
FANNY
Yes?
POWELL
Is Secretary Seward in there?
Panel 3.
FANNY
He has a gun!
POWELL
I'm a doctor.
FANNY
And a knife!
POWELL
I'm a good doctor.
Panel 4. Powell knocks Fanny aside and rushes to the bed.
Panel 5. Powell stabs the secretary in the face.
Panel 6. Before he's even had time to rise from his chair, Robinson reacts to the shocking attack.
ROBINSON
Please don't do that, sir.
Page 10
Panel 1. Outside, Herold looks worried as he hears evidence suggesting the plot was botched.
FANNY (O.P.)
He's stabbed him in the face!
ROBINSON (O.P.)
And the neck!
FANNY (O.P.)
Both the face and neck!
Panel 2.
ROBINSON
He's stabbed me, too!
FANNY
Many of us have been stabbed!
Panel 3.
HEROLD
I'm gonna go.
Panel 4. Herold, on horseback, takes off into the night.
Panel 5. Repeated shot, all is momentarily quiet.
Panel 6. Repeated shot, Powell erupts from the front door, fleeing the scene.
POWELL
Davey? It's me, Powell. I stabbed them. Davey?
Page 11
Panel 1. Atzerodt sits at the bar, looking dejected.
ATZERODT
So, the vice president, is he a large man?
BARTENDER
About average.
Panel 2.
ATZERODT
Nice guy, or?
BARTENDER
Kinda grumpy sometimes. Bit of a temper.
Panel 3.
ATZERODT
Another whiskey.
Page 12
Panel 1. Mrs. Lincoln cradles her husband's head in her lap.
Panel 2. Dr. Leale arrives in the box.
DR. LEALE
I'm a doctor!
Panel 3.
RATHBONE
Help me, I'm stabbed!
DR. LEALE
The president is shot!
RATHBONE
He's probably fine.
Page 13
Panel 1. Laura Keene bursts into the room.
MRS. LINCOLN
Doctor, please! Do something!
LAURA KEENE
Doctor! Please! Do something!
Panel 2.
MRS. LINCOLN
He's dying!
LAURA KEENE
He's dying! Oh!
Panel 3. Keene scoops Lincoln away from his wife.
MRS. LINCOLN
What the hell?
LAURA KEENE
What?! Oh! The hell!
Panel 4. Silence as Keene looks over to Mrs. Lincoln.
LAURA KEENE
Line?
Panel 5.
DR. LEALE
He's alive.
LAURA KEENE
Thank God.
DR. LEALE
But he's going to die.
Panel 6. Keene rolls the president's body back onto his wife's lap.
DR. LEALE
We need to move him.
Page 14
Panel 1. Booth rides furiously in the night.
Panel 2. Booth encounters Herold, also on horseback.
BOOTH
Davey, where's Powell?
HEROLD
Probably stabbing something.
Panel 2.
BOOTH
Success, then?
HEROLD
To some degree.
Panel 3.
BOOTH
Excellent. My murder went really well, too.
Panel 4.
HEROLD
We should probably leave town now.
Panel 5.
BOOTH
No sign of George yet?
Panel 6.
HEROLD
No. But there's a sign for a bridge. Let's follow that.
Page 15
Panel 1. They approach the bridge, riding at a less conspicuous pace. A soldier prevents their passage.
SOLDIER
The bridge is closed, guys.
BOOTH
Even for a famous actor?
Panel 2.
SOLDIER
God damn you're charming. OK, go ahead.
Panel 3. They start across the bridge.
BOOTH
If you see our friends, send them across, too. They'll probably be looking really satisfied and heroic.
Page 16
Panel 1. Atzerodt stumbles out of the bar.
Panel 2. Andrew Johnson walks by.
ATZERODT
Hey! Are you Andrew Johnson?
JOHNSON
Yeah.
Panel 3.
ATZERODT
...
JOHNSON
What do you want?
Panel 4.
ATZERODT
You're doing a really good job, sir.
Panel 5. Johnson stalks off.
JOHNSON (O.P.)
Little pissant... Waste my time...
Powell wanders into the scene. Atzerodt turns away and hides his face from Powell, who wanders off again.
POWELL
Herold? Booth? Where are you guys? Am I still in Washington?
Page 17
Panel 1. Lincoln's body lies diagonally across a hotel bed.
Panel 2. Stanton arrives on the scene, looking stern and authoritative.
STANTON
Doctor, I came as soon as I heard. What's the prognosis?
Panel 3.
DR. LEALE
Shot in the head.
STANTON
Hell.
Panel 4.
STANTON
All right, I need witnesses. Who saw it happen?
RATHBONE
I did, sir. It was John Wilkes Booth, the actor.
Panel 5.
STANTON
Handsome man.
RATHBONE
I got his autograph, sir.
Panel 6.
STANTON
Good work, Major. Now let's track this handsome bastard.
Page 18
Panel 1. Booth and Herold arrive at Mudd's farm.
HEROLD
This man is a doctor, and he's sympathetic to the Confederacy. You wait here while I introduce us.
Panel 2. Herold knocks on the door.
Panel 3.
MUDD
What the hell?! It's three in the morning! Somebody better have a broken ankle!
HEROLD
My friend has a broken ankle.
MUDD
Why didn't you say so?
Panel 4. Herold and Booth enter the house.
MUDD
So, how'd ya get this here injury?
BOOTH
Assassinating...
HEROLD
Fell off a horse!
Panel 5.
MUDD
Say what, now?
HEROLD
Uh, assassinating a horse.
MUDD
Now wait just a minute here...
Panel 6.
HEROLD
It was a Yankee horse.
MUDD
Heroes!
Page 19
Panel 1. Powell encounters an old timey policeman.
POWELL
Oh, Officer. I'm lost. Can you help me?
POLICEMAN
Sure, where are you headed?
POWELL
I... don't know.
Panel 2.
POLICEMAN
OK. What are you looking for?
Panel 3.
POWELL
My friend Booth. Or Herold. Or Atzerodt.
POLICEMAN
Never heard of 'em.
POWELL
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Panel 4.
POLICEMAN
Eh? What's that?
Panel 5.
POWELL
Nevermind. Actually, just point me in the direction of the nearest knife shop.
Panel 6.
POLICEMAN (suspicious)
Who are you?
Page 20
Panel 1. Herold knocks on the door of the Cox house.
Panel 2.
COX
Yes?
HEROLD
Um, hi. We were told that somebody here might be able to help us. We're friends of John Surratt. We're exhausted from travel and are in need of food.
Panel 3.
COX
Ah, confederate gentlemen. Well, I was just sitting down to a feast. You're welcome to join me.
Panel 4.
HEROLD
Oh, thank God.
Panel 5.
COX
You can sleep here tonight. I have some spare beds.
Panel 6.
HEROLD (elated, almost in disbelief)
Beds?
Page 21
Panel 1.
BOOTH
Thanks for your discretion. We don't want any trouble on our way to Virginia.
Panel 2.
COX
Oh, are you boys in trouble? Well, that's different. We need to see Jones about crossing the river.
Panel 3.
HEROLD
Beds?
Panel 4.
COX
No time for that now, son.
Panel 5.
HEROLD
Feast?
Panel 6.
COX
Don't worry. Jones will scrounge together some bread crusts for the ride.
Page 22
Panel 1. The men cross a field, where they find Jones engaged in some demeaning toil.
COX
Jones, these men need to your help crossing the river.
Panel 2.
JONES
Well, ya come to the right place. I learned these waters in service to the Confederacy.
Panel 3.
BOOTH
Good to meet you, Jones. We should get going...
JONES
Not so fast. The trick to crossing the river is avoidin' notice. We gotta hide y'all 'til the coast is clear.
Panel 4.
BOOTH
When will it be safe to cross?
JONES
Maybe a week?
Panel 5.
HEROLD
You expect us to spend a week sleeping in this little shack of yours? There's hardly room for you alone.
Panel 6.
JONES
No, no. Not safe. Y'all are sleeping in the swamp.
Page 23
Panel 1. Booth and Herold lie belly down in mud and filth, surrounded by tall grass.
BOOTH
Where is Jones? We should have left by now.
Panel 2. Jones belly-crawls up beside them.
JONES
I'm here.
HEROLD
Why are you hiding, too?
JONES
There's Union soldiers in town searchin' fer y'all. Yer in mighty big trouble.
Panel 3.
BOOTH
Does that mean we can't leave tonight?
JONES
Better wait it out a couple a' more weeks.
BOOTH
Weeks? We need to get back to civilization.
Panel 4.
JONES
That reminds me, here's them papers ya asked fer.
BOOTH
Ahh, now we'll see how the public celebrates our masterful plot.
Panel 5. Opening the newspaper, Booth sees a headline boldly displaying, "BOOTH: ASSHOLE."
Panel 6.
BOOTH
All right, that's it. We're leaving.
Page 24
Panel 1. Stanton directs the pursuit from a busy, cluttered office in DC.
STANTON
Gentlemen, what news of the conspirators?
AIDE
We think Booth may be headed to Virginia through Maryland.
Panel 2.
STANTON
If they get too deep into the South, we'll never find them.
Panel 3.
AIDE
The locals may be sheltering them.
STANTON
Southern hospitality. Damn.
Panel 4.
AIDE
We need to give them an incentive.
Panel 5.
STANTON
You're right. Issue a reward. One hundred thousand dollars.
AIDE
Sir! So much? You can't be serious.
Panel 6.
STANTON
Look at this beard, son. I'm dead serious.
Page 25
Panel 1. Herold battles the river, Booth leisurely enjoying the benefit of his labor.
BOOTH
That's it, Davey. Put your back into it.
Panel 2.
HEROLD
I've been at this for hours, Booth. My strength is failing me.
BOOTH
Failing me, you mean.
Panel 3.
HEROLD
Wait. I see the shore! We made it.
Panel 4. They run aground and encounter Jones again. They've accidentally landed back in Maryland.
JONES
What are you two doing back? Forget something?
BOOTH
Davey, you missed Virginia!
Panel 5.
JONES
Rotten luck. Well, you better play it safe and go back to hiding in the swamp.
HEROLD
I could use a short break...
Panel 6. Eager to put the swamp behind them, Booth shoves off again.
BOOTH
Never!
Page 26
Panel 1. Stanton enters the Surratt boarding house, where Mary Surratt and George Atzerodt are in custody.
STANTON
So, we're finally making some progress. Good work, men. Who do we have here?
Panel 2.
AIDE
This is Atzerodt. He attempted to assassinate Vice President Johnson.
Panel 3.
STANTON
Really? I didn't hear about that.
AIDE
No, sir. He did a terrible job.
Panel 4.
STANTON
I see. Who's the woman?
Panel 5.
AIDE
She owns the house, sir. Booth and the others met here to plot the conspiracy.
Panel 6.
STANTON
Very good. Finally, after the worst act of treason in our country's history, after an unprecedented national manhunt, we are beginning to see justice! We've captured the man who didn't kill Johnson and a woman who owns a house!
Page 27
Panel 1. Powell enters the house carrying a huge pickaxe.
POWELL
Uh...
Panel 2.
STANTON
Who the hell are you?
POWELL
Oops. Uh, no one.
Panel 3.
STANTON
Wait. What are you doing here? What are you doing with that pickaxe?
POWELL
Oh, uh, I was gonna dig a ditch for Mrs. Surratt.
STANTON
Bring her here.
Panel 4. Mary Surratt is brought into the room.
STANTON
Mrs. Surratt, do you know this man?
MARY SURRATT
No.
STANTON
Are you sure?
MARY SURRATT
Definitely.
STANTON
He says you do.
MARY SURRATT
I don't.
STANTON
It would help you both if you did.
MARY SURRATT
I don't know this man.
Panel 5. A soldier bursts in with evidence.
SOLDIER
We just found photos of them together!
MARY SURRATT
He's never been here before.
AIDE
He's signed into the guestbook!
MARY SURRATT
I promise I don't know him.
Panel 6.
AIDE
This is Lewis Powell! He's the man who attacked Secretary Seward!
POWELL
Good times.
MARY SURRATT
Oh, now I remember you.
STANTON
OK, You're both in trouble.
Page 28
Panel 1.
POWELL
OK, now wait! I'm a crazed killer and I'm the strongest man here by far. You have no idea what I'm capable of.
Panel 2. Stanton indicates Powell's pickaxe.
STANTON
Hey, uh, can I see that for a second?
Panel 3. Powell hands over the weapon.
POWELL
Huh? Oh, sure.
Panel 4.
STANTON
Thank God. He could have done a lot of damage with this.
Panel 5.
POWELL
Wait...
Panel 6.
POWELL
Dammit.
Page 29
Panel 1. Booth waits while Herold knocks on the door of the Garrett farmhouse.
BOOTH
Garrett farm. I have a good feeling about this place.
SFX
Knock Knock
Panel 2. Old man Garrett answers the door.
GARRETT
Yeah eh huh?
Panel 3.
HEROLD
Mr. Garrett, sir? We're fugitives from the union. Can you give us shelter?
Panel 4.
GARRETT
Heh hm yankees?
Panel 5.
HEROLD
Uh, southern gentlemen, sir.
Panel 6.
GARRETT
Eh okie. Call me Dickie. Les' git us sum eats.
Page 30
Panel 1. The men eat dinner at the Garrett table.
GARRETT
Mm boys, this'm killers.
Panel 2. Garrett's sons suspiciously eye the guests.
GARRETT SON #1
You boys from Davis' army?
HEROLD
That's right. Mr. Boyd here was injured at Petersburg.
GARRETT SON #2
Fell off your horse during the battle?
BOOTH
I didn't fall. I was thrown.
Panel 3.
GARRETT SON #1
And you sat on your ass through all the fighting? No one bothered you?
BOOTH
What are you suggesting? That I didn't fight bravely?
GARRETT SON #2
How could you have?
Panel 4.
BOOTH
I fought through the pain! I was valiant!
GARRETT SON #1
With a broken ankle.
BOOTH
I killed two dozen yankees!
GARRETT SON #2
Sitting on your ass.
BOOTH
Bravely!
Panel 5.
GARRETT SON #1
That sounds like bullshit.
Panel 6. The Garrett sons lead them out. One of them palms a key off the end table.
GARRETT
Y'all kin sleep inna barn. Make'm cozy, boys.
Page 31
Panel 1. Stanton looks on as the funeral procession leaves Washington.
STANTON
He belongs to the ages, now.
Panel 2.
AIDE
Did you say "ages" or "angels"?
STANTON
Angels?
AIDE
Got it.
Panel 3.
STANTON
How's the manhunt going?
AIDE
Good. We think Booth made it into Virginia. We've got soldiers searching the area.
Panel 4.
STANTON
May God be with that poor bastard.
Panel 5.
AIDE
God and the angels, right boss?
Panel 6.
STANTON
What's the matter with you?
Page 32
Panel 1. Lt. Colonel Conger rides up with a small detachment.
CONGER
Hey who were you just locking in that barn?
GARRETT SON #1
Uh, no one.
Panel 2.
CONGER
You sure it wasn't a fella with a broken foot?
GARRETT SON #2
Why do you ask?
Panel 3.
CONGER
There's a reward.
GARRETT
Right this way, Colonel.
Panel 4. The group approaches the barn. Conger bangs on the door.
Panel 5.
CONGER
Booth! Open up. It's the army.
BOOTH
Friends! Wait, Union or Confederate?
CONGER
Union.
BOOTH
Burn in hell!
Panel 6.
CONGER
Good call. Burn it.
Page 33
Panel 1. Corbett and others light the barn on fire.
GARRETT SON #2
Hey, that's our barn!
CONGER
You'll be compensated.
Panel 2.
GARRETT SON #2
Make a note, this is the really expensive kind of barn.
Panel 3.
CORBETT
He's not coming out, sir.
CONGER
Damn.
Panel 4.
CORBETT
Well, there's a hole in the wall. Maybe we could just shoot him.
Panel 5. Herold abruptly opens the barn door and steps out, surrendering.
HEROLD
Surrender. I surrender.
Panel 6.
CONGER
Who the hell are you?
BOOTH (O.P.)
Traitor!
HEROLD
I'm a traitor. Where should I stand when the shooting starts?
Page 34
Panel 1.
BOOTH
You'll never take me alive, yankees! I'm a hero to the Southern cause! I'm a rebel!
Panel 2. Corbett pokes his musket through the hole in the barn wall.
Panel 3.
BOOTH
Sic Semper Ty...
Panel 4. Booth is shot in the neck and collapses.
Panel 5. Corbett and Conger drag booth out of the barn by his legs.
BOOTH
Watch the ankle!
Panel 6. They lay Booth on the front porch of the farmhouse.
Page 35
Panel 1.
HEROLD
Does it hurt bad, boss?
BOOTH
I can't feel my body, Davey.
Panel 2.
HEROLD
At least you can feel your head, though, right?
BOOTH
I have a headache.
Panel 3.
HEROLD
Sorry it had to end this way, Booth.
Panel 4.
BOOTH
We're heroes, Davey. You and me. Martyrs to the cause.
HEROLD
Martyrs? But I...
Panel 5.
BOOTH
Yeah, you'll be hanged. Pretty soon, I'd guess.
Panel 6. Herold looks to Conger pleadingly. Conger smiles and nods with giddy pride.
Page 36
Panel 1.
BOOTH
Just promise me one thing, Davey.
HEROLD
Sure, boss.
Panel 2.
BOOTH
When they hang you, right before you drop...
HEROLD
Maybe I'll be pardoned.
BOOTH
You won't.
Panel 3.
HEROLD
But...
BOOTH
Right before you drop, you have to call out... Sic... Sss...
Panel 4.
HEROLD
Sic Semper Tyrannis?
Panel 5.
BOOTH
Sss... so classy.
Panel 6. Booth dies.
Page 37
Panel 1. Stanton's aide enters the office to deliver a message.
AIDE
Booth's body has arrived, sir.
Panel 2. Stanton rises and the aide leads him outside.
STANTON
Show me.
Panel 3. Outside, Boston Corbett pries open the simple wooden box with a crowbar.
Panel 4.
STANTON
Handsome man.
CORBETT
Thank you, sir.
STANTON
I meant the corpse.
Panel 5.
CORBETT
You mean my prize.
Panel 6.
STANTON
You're a strange man, Corbett.
Page 38
Panel 1. Rathbone chases Grant down as his carriage enters Washington.
RATHBONE(O.P.)
Grant! Grant, wait up!
Panel 2.
GRANT
Rathbone, dammit, stop shouting.
RATHBONE
You missed it, Grant. They killed Lincoln.
GRANT
I know, Rathbone.
Panel 3.
RATHBONE
I was right there when it happened. I got stabbed.
GRANT
Why didn't you protect him? You couldn't have sat by the door?
RATHBONE
I sat by the door last time.
Panel 4.
GRANT
Well I hope the play was worth it, Rathbone. It changed the course of history.
RATHBONE
Eh, it was OK.
Panel 5. Grant gives Rathbone a stern look.
Panel 6. Close on Grant, standing in the middle of a busy street.
